Xia Siyu also sat down at the edge of the bed with him. As she leaned over, Bo Yan quietly scooted to the side. She turned her head to look; Bo Yan was frowning, his expression seemed somewhat restrained, probably still in pain.
Xia Siyu recalled for a moment. Was her kick that powerful this afternoon? She seemed to have kicked Bo Yan unintentionally while they were messing around, and she didn't use much force, right? Sure, she had practiced martial arts and dance before, which did make her stance more stable and her leg strength better, but it shouldn't have been enough to cripple him with a single kick, right?
However, she then thought, ever since she kicked him, including dinner and the ride back, Bo Yan had been silently withdrawn. He struggled to get into the car, and even walking was difficult for him.
Xia Siyu thought for a bit, scooted her butt closer to him, and nudged his arm. As soon as she did, Bo Yan immediately withdrew his hand, placing it farther away from her.
