Xia Siyu was pissed off: "Accompany, accompany what? Can I stuff this thing into your stomach or something? You give birth for me!" Just as she said that, the baby in her belly seemed to react, gave a kick, and Xia Siyu, in annoyance, wanted to hit it, "—Hiss, you little rascal, move again, and I'll smack you!"
"You can't be smacking it!" Bo Yan hurriedly stopped her, who punches their own belly after all.
"Although I can't help you give birth, I can accompany you in the delivery room." Isn't there that kind of accompaniment service? The hospital should be able to arrange it.
"I must have been out of my mind to give birth to you. If it's a girl, I'll let it pass. But if it's a brat, watch how I slap your bu-tt!" Xia Siyu cursed, but when moving her body, she was still very careful, afraid of pressing on her belly.
