Childbirth is so hard on women, while men only need to contribute a single seed, this isn't fair at all.
This was Ye Qilan's most sincere thought.
"This idea is good, after this one I won't give birth anymore!" Su Hongxing clenched her teeth and pushed again.
With Ye Qilan's cheering and encouragement, she seemed to regain her spirit, pulling herself back from the brink of collapse time and again.
After persisting for about another half an hour, the quiet room was filled with the loud cries of a baby.
Ye Qilan, hands trembling, cut the umbilical cord and placed the wrapped-up baby near the utterly exhausted Su Hongxing, "Amou, look, it really is a son."
It was his and Su Hongxing's son, their offspring, the child had finally arrived safely into this world.
Su Hongxing, weary beyond words, looked at the wrinkled little fellow, examined his features closely, and then smiled, "When this child grows up, he'll certainly look like you."
