Xia Siyu was also very curious, she had always wanted to touch the child's little cheeks, and even wiped her hands with a wet cloth before poking them.
However, as soon as she poked, the little one, who was asleep, seemed to feel something, pursed his tiny mouth, and burst into tears with a wail.
Xia Siyu stared at her own finger helplessly, knowing it was her finger that had caused the trouble; she turned her head and looked at Bo Yan for help, "What should I do? I didn't mean it!"
She felt like crying too!
Would the baby's mother come and beat her up?
"Oh, baby, baby, don't cry, don't cry." Bo Yan carefully patted the little infant's body with his finger, gently shaking the body, afraid too much movement could hurt the baby.
Believe it or not, the child was indeed soothed by his soft and deep voice, the crying gradually subsiding until it stopped. Gazing with his eyes wide like black grapes, he watched Bo Yan without blinking.
