"Why is it moving so vigorously?" Dong Wenxiu exclaimed as she looked at Yang Ruxin's belly, which was bulging up and down.
Everyone looked over, indeed, it seemed like the child inside was doing somersaults.
"Could it be that they're fighting to see who comes out first?" Nian Qianqian said.
The crowd twitched their mouths upon hearing this. Although it seemed exaggerated, looking at that belly, it really seemed like that was the case.
Yang Ruxin, enduring the pain, patted her belly: "What's the rush? Come out one by one."
The little one inside seemed to understand, gradually quieting down, but still moving slightly from time to time.
Although the little one had calmed down, the true pain was getting stronger.
Yang Ruxin couldn't help letting out a sound.
"She's already dilated six fingers." The midwife placed a folded cloth into Yang Ruxin's mouth to prevent her from biting herself, "Madam, hang in there."
