In Ye Que's eyes, Chi Zaozao was still a child, still a child at heart even after having a child, filled with a dangerous sense of insecurity.
Still worried that he would despise her, not want her.
In reality? Ye Que had never entertained the thought of not wanting her.
No matter how mischievous, unruly, unreasonable, or capricious she was, even if she went too far, he never once thought about not wanting her.
He did not even have enough time to cherish her, so how could he not want her?
He stood by the bed, while she stood on it, leaning on his shoulder, their heights just about aligning perfectly.
"Alright, if your foot still hurts, then don't go downstairs. I'll bring some food up for you later. If it's not hurting, want to go downstairs?"
Chi Zaozao shook her head, "What's the rush? Let's hug a bit longer, I like holding you like this."
He chuckled, his arms wrapped around her slender waist, keeping that posture, constantly holding her like that.
