Su Qinglan was surprisingly calm. Compared to the nervous atmosphere around her, she looked almost too relaxed.
She was sitting comfortably on the bed with her back resting against the wall while one hand gently rubbed her swollen stomach.
Meanwhile, Han Jue was the complete opposite. Ever since hearing that she was going to give birth, he had become unbelievably tense.
In just a few minutes, he had already prepared blankets, warm water, clean cloth, medicine, and everything else he could think of.
Now he was standing beside the bed and staring at her huge belly. His eyes were fixed on her stomach so intensely that it looked like he expected a cub to pop out at any second.
Su Qinglan rested her cheek on her palm and stared back at him.
Han Jue didn't even notice. His gaze remained glued to her stomach.
Su Qinglan puffed her cheeks. This man… Was he planning to keep staring until the babies came out?
After a while, she licked her lips.
"Han Jue."
