On the day of the birth, the delivery room was filled with the mixed scent of wormwood and lemon.
Su An'an gripped Ying Jiuyao's hand, her knuckles white from the force. Cold sweat soaked the hair at her temples.
"Just a little longer!"
The physician was drenched in sweat, the silver needle in her hand buzzing from the baby's violent Spiritual Power.
Su An'an held on tightly, cold sweat beading endlessly on her skin.
Every stir from the fetus in her womb unleashed a more violent storm.
She had given birth to three babies, but none of them combined had given her as much trouble as this tiger cub.
Golden tiger stripes flickered beneath her skin, as if they couldn't find the way out.
"Baby, be good!"
Su An'an stroked her undulating belly and said hoarsely, "Come on out."
"If you dare give your Female Mother any more trouble, I'll beat you to death."
