At that time, she thought, finally, she knew what it meant to feel pain even when breathing.
With her shallow understanding and poor vocabulary, she described this feeling as more "grinding" than toothache, more "poignant" than heartache, and more "sexual" than dysmenorrhea...
When she thought of the old man's description of the pain of childbirth as a narrow escape from death, and the expert's analysis of the pain of childbirth using the worst pain scale, she had already seen the surprisingly big belly.
Is this her belly?
Sooner or later, my eyes widened in surprise, and I almost forgot about the pain. I raised my hand and patted it. The feeling was the same as patting a watermelon, but...
"Ouch!"
it hurts!
She screamed, shouting at the top of her lungs: "Wow, whose seed is this?"
After a pause, he roared hysterically again: "Damn! Whose belly is this?"
I have to say that she is really a good child who takes things as they come, so she just complained a few times and then accepted her fate.
So, one night when the moon was dark and the wind was high, a strong and great mother appeared in the mass grave with jagged rocks and white bones, trying her best to cheer herself up...
Finally, the pain was no longer so severe. Although she didn't hear any crying, Yun Shang still breathed a sigh of relief. She lowered her head and took a look, and was stunned.
Her old man is a doctor, a perverted doctor with a fanatical interest in anatomy, so even if he gives birth to a dead baby that bleeds and eats, she will never be afraid.
However, can anyone tell her what this round, plump and brightly colored... egg means?
It was such a big blue egg, bigger than any chicken, duck or goose egg she had ever seen, and it was almost as big as the giant dinosaur egg fossil in the museum!
Before she could sigh, her stomach started to hurt again, and then she heard someone talking. No, in this place where not even a ghost could be seen, the one who could speak could only be her, or the faint blue star on the ground.
Egg.
It said: "Woman, you have worked hard. You should feel honored to be chosen as the king's bride. You are even more lucky to have given birth to me. It seems that your ancestors have accumulated good deeds."
The sweet and soft sound of the little breasts carries an innate arrogance...
Ancestors who have accumulated virtue can still give birth to a talking egg?
Sooner or later, she rolled her eyes, but she didn't faint. She stared blankly at her still bulging belly and the beautiful-looking egg that was beating on the ground. She finally fully accepted this fantasy world.
.
She just ate two extra salted duck eggs with fat dolls painted on them on Christmas night, and she really didn’t want to lay two eggs!
Yes, there were two, because that arrogant Dan was telling her in that gift-like tone:
"Woman, for the sake of my little sister, I will help you deliver the baby."