Xu Shu heard this, smiled, and brought over the bowl of porridge, gently stirring it with a spoon before bringing it to her lips.
With someone feeding her, Song Fang lazily didn't bother to move, sipping directly from his hand.
After drinking half a bowl of porridge and another half bowl of soup, Song Fang shook her head, saying she couldn't eat any more.
Xu Shu put down the small bowl, his gaze lingering on her lower abdomen.
That area was already tightly wrapped in white cloth and covered by clothes, revealing nothing, but it was obvious that the big burden inside had been relieved and was now sleeping beside them.
Not only Song Fang found this miraculous, Xu Shu also thought it was unbelievable, that in just one night's time, the little one from the womb was now lying on the bed soundly asleep with arms and legs.
"Wife, does it still hurt?" Xu Shu had stayed outside the delivery room last night and heard her cursing him.
"It hurts, what do you think can be done?"
