Sikong Wuyou lowered his head, looking at his chest, stained and dirty from the little brat, and sighed helplessly. "I'll go boil some hot water to wash him."
So dirty, it would get An Ning dirty too if left alone!
"Okay." Already her boyfriend, An Ning did not refuse such a trivial matter.
After Sikong Wuyou left, An Ning carefully looked at Xiaoniu.
The little guy's face was filthy, snot and tears smeared all over, and his clothes were equally dirty, having rolled on the ground just a while ago.
However, when An Ning touched him, her heart grew even colder.
In such cold weather, the little guy's clothes were not thick enough, and half of his legs were wet, likely from peeing his pants.
Originally thinking of washing him and changing clothes, but with his pants so close to his skin, An Ning really didn't want him to endure it any longer.
So, An Ning could only endure her near-exhaustion, stripped him bare, and tossed him into the quilt to warm him up.
