An Ziqi pulled the quilt to the side and wrapped herself up, laughing for a while as she covered her stomach on the bed.
After waiting for a while without seeing him coming up, she had to speak up, "Xiao Moli? Xiao Moli?"
There was no response after two shouts. Had he fallen off the bed and hurt himself?
That couldn't be right; he was usually strong like a bull, so it was unlikely he could have fallen and hurt himself.
"Xiao Moli? Xiao Moli?"
Still no response, An Ziqi wrapped in a blanket slowly moved to the edge of the bed.
She saw Xiao Moli lying on the carpet on his side with a pained expression, seemingly in agony.
"Hey, Xiao Moli, stop playing around and get up," An Ziqi said after glancing at the thick rug. Surely he hadn't fallen and gotten hurt from that.
Seeing his truly pained expression and how he was holding his stomach, An Ziqi had a sudden realization. She blinked, realizing the terrible possibility; had she kicked him in the groin area and really hurt him?