As the Ancients Said: When the Melon Is Ripe, It Falls on Its Own

Seeing that Lin Yi had already been restrained, the smile in Xiao Long's eyes deepened.

Today would be the first stop on his path to fame and glory!

"Miss Lin, I think I can..."

Before he could finish, Xiao Long's face suddenly went deathly pale. He hunched over, clutching his lower abdomen as his body began convulsing uncontrollably. Sweat poured down his forehead, and his face twisted from the excruciating pain.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Xiao Long in such a state, Lin Zhibai couldn't help asking.

For some reason, he had a feeling that something major was about to happen.

"I... I'm fine..." Xiao Long forced out a smile. He looked extremely weak, and even his voice trembled, as though he were desperately enduring some unbearable agony.

At that moment, Xiao Long was utterly bewildered. He had no idea what was happening to him.

The pain radiating from his lower abdomen came in increasingly intense waves, making his entire body convulse.

This feeling... was just like the pain of childbirth he had experienced before transmigrating, when he had accompanied some woman to get an abortion.

Could it be... that I was about to give birth?

An utterly absurd thought suddenly popped into Xiao Long's mind. He quickly threw it out of his head, convinced he was overthinking things.

Fuck, he was a proper grown man!

How could he possibly give birth to a child?!

Looking at Xiao Long's rapidly swelling abdomen, which resembled that of a woman ten months pregnant, someone finally couldn't help asking, "He... isn't about to give birth, is he?"

As soon as those words fell, ripples spread across the calm waters.

Lin Zhibai looked strangely at Xiao Long's abdomen and inexplicably found himself agreeing.

The guy's current condition... really did not seem much different