My Wife is Unbeatable in the Whole World, Touch Me If You Dare!-Chapter 92 - 83: Song Jiaren’s Tenderness [10,000 Words for Monthly Tickets!]_4

Her father was always busy with the shop every day. When he got home, he would only concern himself with his accounts and never spend time playing with her...

As for a girl's happiness, what is a girl's happiness? She felt that swinging and kicking a vine ball were quite delightful. Did learning martial arts mean she could no longer play these games?

She looked at this mysterious elder sister and asked, "What is a girl's happiness? Is it swinging and playing shuttlecock?"

The woman wearing Curtain seemed unsure about how to explain such a matter to a six-year-old child. After some contemplation, she said, "Never mind, you're still too young to understand these things. Pretend I never mentioned it, lest you blame me later..."

She looked down at Song Ning'er and said, "I can teach you martial arts, but you must promise not to tell anyone, including your sister and your parents."

Song Ning'er asked puzzledly, "But why?"

The mysterious woman said indifferently, "There's no reason. If you ask again, I won't teach you."

Song Ning'er immediately covered her mouth.

It was rare to encounter such an impressive elder sister who was also willing to teach her martial arts; she didn't want to make her angry.

Seeing her obedience, the mysterious woman gently patted her head and said, "As long as you obey and diligently cultivate, one day you will surpass your sister. She's just luckier to have been born a bit earlier than you..."

Those words struck a chord in her heart, and Song Ning'er liked this elder sister even more.

She looked up, wanting to see what this kind-hearted sister looked like, but Curtain and a veil obscured her view, so she asked instead, "What should I call you in the future, Master?"

The mysterious woman pinched her cheek gently and said, "You can call me 'sister,' if you like..."

Song Ning'er thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll call you 'Master Sister' from now on!"

At Li Mansion, Li Nuo was sitting in his room, gently rubbing his wrist.

From yesterday until now, he had been painting continuously for them; his wrist was exceptionally sore, even trembling as he drank water.

This body was still too weak. As a Law Practitioner, he couldn't strengthen his body. He still needed to make time for physical training. He didn't aspire to be as formidable as a Martial Artist but also couldn't remain as frail as he was now.

However, seeing how much his wife cherished that painting made him feel that being a bit tired was worth it.

After all, she had saved his life twice. It was only a matter of painting two pictures, not a matter of pledging his body. There was no reason to complain about being tired.

Eventually, Song Jiaren put away the painting. Unintentionally noticing Li Nuo wincing as he massaged his right wrist, and thinking of the effort he put into painting all night for her, a sense of remorse welled up inside her. She slowly approached and said, "Let me massage it for you."

As Li Nuo was still in a daze, a faint fragrance drifted over. His wife had already sat beside him. At the same time, a soft, slippery sensation came from his right wrist.

With her gentle kneading, Li Nuo felt the sore parts of his wrist enveloped by a cool breeze, numb and comfortable, and the pain significantly lessened.

Song Jiaren asked, "Does it feel better?"

Li Nuo nodded and replied, "Much better."

Their eyes met and then quickly turned away.

Song Jiaren continued to channel True Qi to invigorate his circulation. The room fell silent again but with a strangely brewing atmosphere than before.

The faint fragrance was close at hand. Li Nuo distinctly felt that, over these few days in Song Residence, the distance between them had tangibly closed.

This closeness was not just in terms of physical space.

"Brother-in-law, do you have time to help me with something..."

A figure walked in from outside, breaking the quiet in the room. Song Yu, seeing the two sitting close at the table, hand in hand, paused for a moment before quickly retreating and saying, "Sorry to disturb you; I'll come back tomorrow morning..."

Song Jiaren withdrew her hand and stood up, saying, "I'm going to take a bath..."

With that, she walked straight out of the room.

After she left, Song Yu walked in, giving Li Nuo a thumbs up, admiringly saying, "You truly are worthy of being my brother-in-law. From childhood till now, I've never seen Jiaren be so gentle with anyone. Brother-in-law, you're really something..."

Not only had Song Yu never seen it, but it was also a first for Li Nuo.

New novel chapt𝒆rs are published on ƒгeewebnovёl.com.

If it weren't for Song Yu's interruption, he could have enjoyed it a bit longer, so Li Nuo didn't have a nice tone when he responded, "What is it?"

Song Yu first took out two apples from a cloth bag, smiling as he said, "Although these aren't from the Agricultural School's strong cultivators, they were just successfully cultivated by Sinong Si, rare to find outside. They taste excellent. I only got two, and I didn't even give one to my father. Brother-in-law, you should try..."

The produce from the Agricultural School comes in two types: one like the Old Lady's Longevity Peach and King Chun's recently given fresh peach.

These are the treasures cultivated daily with True Qi by Agricultural School practitioners of the fourth realm and above, known for their effects in strengthening the body and healing injuries.

The other type, improved in variety but not nourished with the Agricultural School's True Qi, lacks the effects of strengthening and healing.

But even the latter type is not accessible to ordinary people.

Under the conditions at Li Mansion, the former was hard to get, but Li Nuo often ate the latter. He cut to the chase and said, "What is it? Get to the point..."

Song Yu, slightly embarrassed, chuckled and took out a piece of paper from his pocket, saying, "I've written a poem and was hoping you could help refine it."

Li Nuo took the paper, glanced at it, and said, "A poem, a love poem at that. Who are you planning to give it to?"