"He is not...my husband..." Jiang Nanyan, whose whole body was shaking with pain, gritted her teeth.
Po Wen was slightly startled and looked at Xia Houfengli's hand that was tightly clasping Jiang Nanyan's hand strangely.
"I want to stay." Xia Houfengli ignored Wen Po's gaze and said.
"Master, this is not good." Wen Po said, "Since you are not this girl's husband, it would be better for you to avoid me."
"I want to stay!" Xiahou roared in the wind, completely ignoring Wen Po's words.[
"But..." Po Wen looked at Xiahou Fengli in embarrassment, not knowing what to do.
If he was the girl's husband, it would be okay to stay, but the girl has already said that this young master is not her husband. Since he is not her husband, how can he stay here?
This is a serious matter that brings disgrace to the festival!
Xia Houfengli did not leave, and Po Wen did not dare to make any move at all.
The two of them just stood there.
Jiang Nanyan, who was lying on the bed, was so painful that she was sweating profusely. She couldn't even utter a single word and was almost semi-conscious.
Between her legs, there was constant moist liquid spreading out, staining her skirt and the quilt underneath her red, making people's hearts tremble with chills.
Seeing Jiang Nanyan's face getting paler and the blood flowing out more and more, Po Wen was really anxious. She didn't care how ugly the face of the man in front of her was, so she said, "Young Master, you'd better get out of the way.
Well, if it drags on any longer, the mother may be in danger..."
Despite what Po Wen said, Xiahou Fengli still stood there without moving.
If he didn't move, Po Wen wouldn't dare to move at all.
The girl has already said that this young man is not her husband, and Po Wen can also see that even though she is almost unconscious from pain, the girl keeps trying to shake off this young man's hand.
If she rashly delivers the baby in front of the young master, it would be no joke if the girl wakes up and seeks death for her reputation.
The two of them just stood there, neither of them making a move.
On the bed, Jiang Nanyan's face became paler and paler, and she was sweating more and more.
Her consciousness began to become blurry, and her vision became blurry because of the sweat sliding down her forehead. She could not clearly see the person in front of her. She could only vaguely feel that there was a man in front of her that she tried her best to resist.
"It hurts... Huangfulian..." Jiang Nanyan murmured intermittently, and the severe pain in her lower abdomen made her whole body tremble.
The volume of her mumbling was extremely low, and even a little unclear. Po Wen didn't hear clearly what Jiang Nanyan said at all, and only thought that she was moaning out of pain, and she looked a little anxious.
However, Xia Houfengli heard Jiang Nanyan's murmurs word for word.