Xiao Moli reached out and grumpily pulled the person into his arms, carefully inspecting her from top to bottom.
When he saw a bruise on her waist, he paused.
An Ziqi's heart skipped a beat. That was probably from accidentally bumping into something during the scuffle, and she hadn't even noticed it herself.
If Xiao Moli hadn't checked, she probably wouldn't have known.
But, judging by Xiao Moli's expression, it didn't seem too good.
He always felt protective of her and couldn't stand seeing even the slightest wound on her.
Hurriedly pulling over a blanket, she awkwardly covered herself to hide the bruise, pouting and whispering, "Done checking? I told you there's really nothing wrong."
After confirming that she had just bumped herself, and apart from the minor bruise on her waist, there were no other injuries.
Xiao Moli finally felt relieved, looking at the person who had shrunk inside the blanket, gritted his teeth, and pulled her along with the blanket over.
