Although I had already thought clearly about giving the baby girl to JC, I still fantasized about bathing the naked baby girl when I walked into the underground garage with the bucket of water.

Of course, newborn babies can't distinguish between men and women at all, and if you really want to imagine it, the attraction is still not as good as the fruit appearance of the actresses in island films.

When I walked into the underground warehouse, I didn't hear the baby's piercing cry, and my heart sank, and a few ominous thoughts flashed through my heart, so I sped up and rushed in.

It wasn't until I entered the warehouse that I found that the baby girl seemed to be asleep, still lying motionless in the box.

That's when I breathed a sigh of relief.

The next move was a test of my patience and operational skills. Because just as I was about to take the baby girl out of the box, the baby girl suddenly cried again, uh-huh, yes, which scared me a lot.

After looking left and right for a while, I was determined to tear apart her swaddling clothes layer by layer, and the yellow and green diapers appeared in front of my eyes, I held my breath and closed my eyes to pull the diapers off the baby girl little by little.

That's right, it's really picked up.

But when I took it off, I was even more horrified because I found that the lower half of the baby girl's body was all a creamy yellow-green.

I'm going to it, it's all poop.

I felt my teeth ache for a while, but what I admired was that I finally held back. I tossed the diaper aside, then put the crying baby girl in the bucket with both hands between her arms.

The moment she entered the water, the baby girl cried even more happily.

At this moment, looking at the baby girl's little jade body, it was very rare that I didn't have crooked thoughts, because at that time, I looked at the feces on the baby girl's body completely with a quick decision. I ignored the baby's crying, picked up the bath towel next to my hand, soaked it, and began to wipe the baby's body. Of course, my eyes are trying to avoid the yellow-green stools during the wiping process. Because I suspect I'll not be able to eat for days.

After about three or four minutes of wiping, I took the towel away and "carried" the baby girl out of the bucket. By this time, the water in the bucket was already a little yellow, and it looked like the chicken soup we occasionally drank......

The baby girl was crying so much that I hurriedly grabbed a handful of napkins and started wiping the baby's body.

The baby girl's body is not like a girl, the whole person is fleshy, and the pieces of flesh on the body are squeezed together, speaking of which, the head is really not very big, and because of the stool before, I don't have time to see more, but I am in a hurry, and the baby girl's body is wiped with rusty movements, and then all the dirty tissues are thrown into the plastic bag and wrapped in Li to clean up. Of course, I was still a little full of eyes when I wiped it, and for the first time I saw a woman's body in a very comprehensive way, and even a woman's virgin land.

Until today, that part of the woman had always been a sacred and mystical symbol to me, with an irresistible allure that made me unable to help but fantasize and fascination.

But today, after really seeing and touching, maybe it is because the veil of mystery has been lifted, or because of aesthetic fatigue. It dawned on me that the place was ...... Really, that's not all.

I was surprised by this thought, but at this moment, I noticed that the baby in my hand was trembling spasmodically, and the small jade body was trembling.

Seeing this, I remembered that I had not yet swaddled the baby, so I hurriedly searched for the swaddling piece that had been wrapped around her in the first place. But when I found the swaddling clothes, I suddenly realized that the swaddling clothes were full of stool, and if I wrapped the baby again, then I didn't bathe her for nothing?

This question bothered me for just five seconds, but soon I remembered the underwear I had worn years ago, and I ran to my room with the baby as fast as I could.

"I'm going to wipe it...... What a fuck. ”

The baby girl was shaking in my arms all the time I was running, and I was terrified that something was going to happen.

After a few random rummaging in my room, I found a few crumpled red thermal underwear, because I don't have a mother, so these clothes are not usually folded well, just crumpled and piled in the closet, and occasionally take to the dry cleaners to be washed.

I spread out my underwear in half, folded it in half, made it into strips, and wrapped it around the baby girl, because I was worried that one underwear would not be enough, so I put my cotton wool pants and short sleeves together.

I was very busy with the whole process.

At the sound of the baby girl's crying, I wrapped her tightly in three layers, and tied two dead knots on the outside, until I felt that it was thicker than the original swaddling clothes.

But what frightened me here was that after I had made the baby girl sturdy, she was still shaking, and this scene frightened me for a while. As soon as I touched the baby's exposed hand, it was cold.

My mind was in a mess. It must have been because I bathed her just now and didn't dress her in time, which caused her to freeze and catch cold......

Touching the baby's somewhat cold little hands, I was a little overwhelmed.

Am I going to be a murderer who kills baby girls?

When I thought about it, I was even more horrified. I was thinking about whether to send her to the People's Hospital. But the idea of being sent to the hospital made me even more hesitant.

That's too risky, how can I explain the identity of this baby girl to the doctor, if I tell the truth, I will persuade me to go to the police, and even if I take the initiative, the doctor may help me call the police......

Although I already have the idea of calling the police, I am still a little hesitant to do so, more or less, there is still a little YY cell in my heart.

Fortunately, my head is not too stupid, and after being nervous for a while, I somehow suddenly thought that the newborn babies on the TV seemed to be in the incubator, although I don't know how many days the baby girl I picked up was born, but I don't think it was a few days. When I think of the incubator, I am reminded of my electric blanket, which I only use in winter.

Electric blanket.

Thinking of the electric blanket, I hurried to the closet as if I saw a lifesaver.

After turning out the electric blanket rolled into strips, I hurriedly plugged it in, turned on both red lights (the temperature is highest when the red lights are full), then spread it out on the bed, then put the baby girl on the electric blanket, and finally turned out my little blanket that I used in winter and covered the baby girl.

At this point, I was completely in the mood to give it a try, and I didn't know if it would work.

But I don't think the temperature of the electric blanket should be lower than the incubator, although I don't even know how many degrees the incubator is.

Putting a newborn baby in an electric blanket is probably a strange story, and I don't know how many people will lose their teeth when it gets out.

And I don't know if this will have an effect, whether the electric blanket will make the baby girl a little warmer.

On the other hand, I was nervously thinking about what the consequences would be if something happened to the baby girl.

If something really happens, I think the first person to suffer may be me, because I have watched a lot of detective films, and I have a fixed thinking pattern in my mind, that is, the detective teams in the police station all have the IQ of Sherlock Holmes or the teenager Bao Qingtian, and can infer from the clues that I have done a black hand to the baby girl.

That's when they'll find out what I've done...... Then, it was made public, and then, my whole life...... That's it.

At that moment, I felt like I was breaking out in a cold sweat.

Is it a blessing or a curse for me to pick up this baby girl, and what will happen to me if I make a mistake?

I pondered, and the horrific results lingered in my mind.

Just as I was immersed in the tragic future of my own construction, the baby girl suddenly burst into tears again, interrupting my speculation.

Rub, don't tell me I'm incontinent again, just took a shower.

I lifted the quilt with some trepidation, and was relieved to see that the swaddling clothes and blanket were all dry. But I know that baby girls certainly don't cry for no reason.

Don't...... Are you hungry?