On the way back, Chen Jie held onto Su Yunjin's little hand like this.
Such a commonplace occurrence appeared highly unusual during this era.
Feudal etiquette was not supportive of public displays of affection.
It hadn't been an issue at Uncle Erba's house, but as soon as they stepped outside and encountered other villagers, Su Yunjin realized.
She tried to withdraw her hand.
But Chen Jie kept a firm hold on her soft, boneless little hand.
"Jiu Si, hey, sister-in-law!"
"Jiu Si has gone out."
"Jiu Si, off for a walk?"
Villagers greeted Chen Jie one after another, and Su Yunjin's face turned as red as a teapot set to boil.
Especially when others greeted her as well, it tickled her like someone was scratching the soles of her feet—both too much to bear and strangely gratifying, her whole body felt overheated.
