Your Highness Is Silly, Innate Divine Fetus

"How is it? Better?" At this moment, Rong Mo was still asking in a low voice. He did not dare to touch Junior Leopard's round belly for fear that something bad would happen.

"I'm afraid it's not good." Ye Qianli's voice was a little tense, and Rong Mo's nerves were also tensed up. However, his voice was still barely able to maintain a calm tone as he asked, " Are you really going to give birth? "

Ye Qianli shook her head. She could already feel that the subtle contractions had disappeared. However, she knew very well that since the feeling had started, it would probably come one after another. She might really be going into labor.

"Then what's wrong?" Rong Mo was getting anxious. After all, Ye Qianli had said " I'm afraid it's not good " and then shook her head and said that she wasn't going to give birth. What was going on?