Yan swept Sang Luo into his arms and strode into the side room.
The room was tidy and quiet, but a bit damp and cold. Fei Yuan quickly started a brazier of fire and placed it by the bedside, looking worriedly at Sang Luo on the bed.
Her brows were tightly furrowed, her face was pale, and a cold sweat had already soaked the hair on her forehead. She clutched her stomach, groaning from waves of pain.
They were still more than half a year away from the due date Fei Yuan had predicted. Yan's return this time had induced labor early.
Fortunately, he carried Painless Pills with him. He quickly took one out and gave it to Sang Luo.
Soon, Sang Luo's expression calmed, and the writhing pain in her abdomen gradually subsided, though her face remained pale.
Yan tightly gripped one of Sang Luo's hands, bent down to kiss her forehead, then held his other arm out to her.
"Bite me."
