Huo Xiyao immediately rushed over, "Chuchu, my dear Bao'er, how are you feeling now? Are you okay?"
As he spoke, his eyes were rapidly taking in Xia Chu's condition.
He noticed her pale complexion and her hair almost completely soaked with sweat, clinging messily to her head, face, and neck.
One could only imagine the hardship and pain she had just gone through.
In an instant, Huo Xiyao's heart ached unbearably. He first grabbed Xia Chu's hand and tenderly kissed it several times at his lips.
And then tenderly kissed her forehead as well.
He then whispered softly, "You've worked so hard, my dear Bao'er. Let's not have any more children, no matter what, no more!"
Actually, Xia Chu felt alright, other than being a bit tired and wanting to sleep.
She chuckled weakly, "I thought my husband would praise me for being strong, brave, and efficient. That's what the doctors and nurses did."
"I even admire myself for how amazing I was."
