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In the days that followed, Lingsha and I lived a life filled with sweetness and warmth, but also with anticipation and a deep sense of responsibility for the new life we were about to share.
Lingsha's health seemed to be improving; she always had a happy smile on her face. She occasionally felt a slight discomfort in the morning, but it quickly subsided and didn't cause us much worry.
However, a peaceful and happy life is always disrupted by unexpected changes.
That morning, as usual, Lingsha, dressed in her elegant nightgown, gently served me breakfast.
She carefully placed the meticulously prepared Xianzhou-style breakfast items one by one on the table, her movements gentle and meticulous, a gentle smile always on her face.
Everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful, as if every day would continue to be this happy.
However, just as I picked up my chopsticks to enjoy breakfast, something unexpected happened.
A sudden, strange noise came from Lingsha's stomach. The sound was muffled and eerie, as if something was violently churning inside her abdomen, or like the low growl of a wild beast, causing a sense of inexplicable unease.
"Ugh!" Lingsha's body stiffened abruptly, her gentle smile freezing instantly, replaced by a pained and embarrassed expression.
Her face turned deathly pale in an instant, as if all the color had drained away; her once rosy lips became bloodless and deathly white.
She clutched her lower abdomen with both hands, her brows furrowed tightly, her eyes filled with pain and discomfort, and her delicate body began to tremble slightly.
"Lingsha?!" I was startled by the sudden turn of events, my worry instantly amplified. I quickly put down my chopsticks, stood up, and went to Lingsha's side, asking with concern, "Lingsha, what's wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?" My voice was filled with anxiety and worry, fearing something had happened to her and the child.
Lingsha bit her lip tightly, seemingly trying her best to endure the intense pain from her abdomen.
She barely managed to lift her head, glancing at me with her tear-blurred eyes. She weakly shook her head, her voice hoarse and feeble, tinged with a painful groan: "I...I'm fine...just...just my stomach...feels a bit unwell...I...I'll just go back and rest for a bit..." With that, she clutched her stomach and hurried away toward the bedroom, her figure stumbling and filled with pain and weakness.
Watching Lingsha's pained and weak figure, my worry reached its peak.
I anxiously wanted to catch up with her and check on her, but I was worried that entering her room abruptly would disturb her rest or make her feel embarrassed and uncomfortable.
I stood there hesitating for a moment, but ultimately decided to let her rest first; perhaps it was just a normal pregnancy reaction that would pass quickly.
However, my anxiety did not lessen over time; instead, it grew stronger.
Time ticked by, but Lingsha still hadn't emerged from the room. The dining room was eerily quiet, save for the household AI diligently playing soothing music in an attempt to create a relaxed atmosphere, which only amplified the emptiness and silence.
Just as I waited anxiously, my unease growing, a heart-wrenching sobbing sound suddenly came from the direction of Lingsha's bedroom.
The crying grew louder, more shrill, and more desperate—like the heart-shattering wails of a wounded beast—instantly piercing my eardrums and gripping my heart.
The crying was filled with pain, despair, and... a heartbreaking sorrow I had never heard before.
Hearing Lingsha's painful cries, I could no longer suppress my worry and anxiety.
All concerns, worries, and manners were cast aside at that moment.
I had only one thought in my mind—I had to rush to Lingsha's side immediately, protect her, and comfort her; I couldn't let her suffer pain and despair alone!
Unable to endure the suffocating wait and torment any longer, I abruptly turned and rushed toward Lingsha's bedroom.
I rushed to the bedroom door, not bothering to knock or ask anything, and simply pushed it open...
The moment I pushed open the door, I saw Lingsha sitting on the bed in pain, her petite body slightly curled up, her face covered in glistening sweat that shimmered faintly in the sunlight, making her look even more pitiful.
Her eyes were tightly shut, her brows furrowed, her cherry lips bitten hard, and her delicate body trembled slightly, as if she were using all her strength to fight against some unspeakable pain.
The most shocking sight, however, was what lay between Lingsha's legs.
Her legs were spread wide, almost in an "M" shape, completely exposing her most private and vulnerable area.
At this moment, a white, translucent, round object was slowly but irresistibly stretching open her originally tight opening, like a young egg about to hatch, trying to break free.
The white, translucent, round object possessed a semi-transparent texture. Under sunlight, it emitted a faint, pearly luster. Upon closer inspection, one could see a layer of transparent fluid beneath its crystal-clear surface, like solidified nectar, imbued with a mysterious and sacred aura.
Without a doubt, this was a Vidyadhara dragon egg nurtured within Lingsha's womb!
With another push from Lingsha, her body arched violently, and a suppressed groan escaped her lips. The white, translucent dragon egg finally completed its journey; enveloped in transparent fluid like a rounded pearl, it rolled out from Lingsha's opening and onto the soft bedding with a faint but audible thud.
As the dragon egg rolled out, Lingsha's vagina, stretched to its limit, began to contract with astonishing speed. The opening, widened by the egg, instantly tightened, returning to its original firm shape, like a stretched rubber band suddenly released.
At the same time, a large amount of fluid accumulated inside was squeezed out like a flood, gushing forth and instantly soaking the sheets, leaving a startling wet mark and a faint, slightly fishy scent in the air.
Having endured the arduous process of childbirth, Lingsha seemed utterly drained of all strength. Her body slumped limply, like a broken porcelain doll, her petite frame collapsing onto the bed, her chest heaving violently as she gasped for breath.
Her once rosy face was now bloodless and pale as paper; her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her sweat-dampened hair clung messily to her cheeks. She looked utterly weak and haggard, making one's heart ache for her.
Looking at the weak Lingsha and the newly hatched dragon egg, my heart was filled with shock, worry, and... a trace of indescribable joy.
The miracle of birth is always so awe-inspiring and breathtaking...
Seeing Lingsha limp and pale on the bed, my heart clenched instantly, a strong wave of worry washing over me.