The texture was very soft. She handed the handkerchief to Meng Xian, and then carefully helped Xiao Baozi untie her cloak to make her more comfortable.

Meng Xian soaked the handkerchief in water and wet it, took it out and wring it out, and then helped Little Baozi to wipe the blood, tears and painful sweat on his face. It was probably a little painful, and Little Baozi cried again.

She stood up, her voice was already a little hoarse, Sang Qiqi was so distressed and tears welled up in her eyes, Sang Qiqi couldn't stand it anymore and turned around.

Little Baozi waved her hand to prevent Meng Xian from touching her wound. Meng Xian was helpless. If the wound was not cleaned, no one could guarantee whether it would become infected. Meng Xian had no choice but to call Ling Ziliang: "Ziliang, please put your hand on her."

Catch it, or I can't clean the wound."

Ling Ziliang looked at Little Baozi's small, soft arms and didn't dare to make a move. He was afraid that he would hurt Little Baozi again if he couldn't control himself, so he looked at Meng Xian helplessly: "I don't dare to make a move. You

Can’t you do acupuncture?”

"Taking acupuncture points is not good for children, otherwise I would have tapped the acupuncture points long ago, so hurry up and catch me." Meng Xian really had no idea what to do.

Ling Ziliang pulled Sang Qiqi to the window again and said, "Come and help Meng Xian hold Little Baozi's hand, otherwise Meng Xian won't be able to wipe the wound. I'm not gentle or heavy, so hurry up and help."

Sang Qiqi nodded, wiped her tears with her sleeves, then walked over and coaxed the little bun: "Don't cry, the princess doesn't cry anymore. It doesn't hurt anymore. Come and hold Qiqi." He said and hugged the little bun.

Baozi hugged him.

Sang Qiqi fixed Xiao Baozi's hands in his arms, but was afraid of touching Xiao Baozi's hands, so he only dared to press his arms slightly. Meng Xian saw this and gently touched Xiao Baozi's face with a handkerchief.

As he wiped away bit by bit, traces of blood slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

Little Baozi's face was already red from crying hard, but his face was even redder because of the injury, but because of the pain, his little mouth had no color at all. Gradually, Little Baozi lost the energy to cry, and could only sob softly.

Sang Qiqi couldn't help but gasp when he saw that there were at least seven or eight wounds on her face. Although they were not long, they were still very scary.

After Meng Xian wiped Xiao Baozi's face, he motioned to Sang Qiqi to lift Xiao Baozi's hand. Sang Qiqi carefully placed it on Xiao Baozi's arm, raised her little hand, and put it underneath with his own hand. It was okay.

Little Baozi's hand was not seriously injured, just one or two scratches, but it was also stained with blood, which was very pitiful.

Sang Qiqi couldn't help crying. What if the wound was deep? What if there would be scars? Ling Ziliang looked at Sang Qiqi crying there and felt that he was not busy at all.

Unable to help, he only added to the chaos, feeling a little decadent and sitting on the chair.

He looked at the little bun who was huddled in Sang Qiqi's arms with a hurt face and was crying and had no strength. He hated himself. Why was he so careless? Just take one step. If only he could hold him firmly. If only

It would be better if you just pay more attention. Why did you take her out to play so late? It's all your fault.

At this time, Meng Xian was only focused on helping Little Baozi's wounds and didn't care about Ling Ziliang's current decadence. After wiping Little Baozi, he threw the handkerchief into the water and then said to Sang Qiqi: "Press her hand again."
Chapter completed!