When Xia Siyu reached out her hand, Qin Baizhou couldn't help himself, "Let me do it."
It was both dirty and stinky, how could he allow her to do it.
"You're inside; it's not convenient for you," Xia Siyu shook her head, "Besides, this is a little girl, there are differences between men and women."
She grew up with Western education, believing that once a child was born, they should be treated as separate individuals. Independence where independence was due, clarity where clarity was needed.
Qin Baizhou nodded and did not insist further.
The mother also wiped the baby's bottom with a wet wipe; of course, after each wipe, all the dirt was thrown into the trash bag held open by Xia Siyu. Xia Siyu did not frown at all, quickly cleaned up, and replaced the diaper.
The baby must have felt comfortable, for she stopped crying. Xia Siyu tied the bag tightly and was also ready to throw it in the toilet. The mother shook her head, "I'll go."
