Su Ying blanked for a second. She looked at the little one's pitiful face. Ling didn't look happy at all, even after eating meat.
"I'm not injured. The blood on my face is the tiger's." Su Ying wiped her face and realized that it was sticky. She couldn't stand it, either.
Xiao Jin frowned slightly. "Stay away from the children." His slightly cold tone showed obvious displeasure.
For the sake of the children, Su Ying didn't argue with him. She stuffed the meat into Jiang Yang's hands and turned around to look for water to wash her face.
There was a stream not far from the flat slope where they rested. Su Ying squatted on the bank and washed her face. When she felt her sticky hair and smelled the stench of sweat on her body, she couldn't help but jump into the stream for a bath and wash her clothes.
After she got out of the water, she went back into the interspace and dried herself with the dryer before returning to the flat slope.
