Who is Wang?!
It was a small, wet bundle. But the moment Long Zhan wiped the fluid away, a sharp, collective gasp stuck right in his throat.
Resting directly in his wide, trembling palms was a gorgeous, incredibly sleek little leopard cub.
Its fur was a beautiful, creamy white, covered in small, distinct dark spots that glinted faintly under the dim candle light of the bedroom.
It looked perfectly healthy, its tiny nose twitching as it tried to inhale the air of the room.
But before Long Zhan could even process the sheer emotional weight of the sight, before he could even call out to Qin Mo on the porch, another sharp, agonizing contraction hit Lin Wan like a physical tidal wave.
"The second one is coming!," she gasped out, her knuckles turning completely white against the edge of the wooden frame.
Her teeth clamped down hard on her lip, drawing a thin line of dark blood as she pushed again with every single ounce of strength she had left in her body.
