Ye Que didn't say a word, just held her like that, letting her lean on him.
He actually missed the old Chi Zaozao who would always cling to him without hesitation.
The current her, who was distant and excessively polite, made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
It wasn't until the blush on Chi Zaozao's face had faded that she slowly avoided his gaze and moved off him.
She still sat next to him but didn't dare to turn her head to face him.
"It's noon, shall we go eat something?"
She knew he was staring at her, so she shifted the topic and spoke.
Ye Que put his arm around her waist and agreed readily, "Let's go!"
Chi Zaozao felt awkward when he pulled her in, wanting to break away, but he said, "Get used to it slowly, okay?"
She had no choice but to compromise.
After all, they were husband and wife. Even with amnesia, she really didn't need to act so shy.
Being prudish in front of her own man wasn't purity, it was just affectation, pretense.