Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

Front Hall.

As the door swung open, the whooshing cold wind rushed in through the wide doorway.

Flakes of snow, light as feathers, flew into the room along with the backdraft.

The temperature difference between inside and outside created such a scene.

"I have seen Senior Lin," Jiang Ning bowed with clasped hands.

In front of everyone, even with her thick-skinned nature, she couldn't bring herself to call out "Sister Lin."

At the same time.

Jiang Li and Liuu Wanwan, upon seeing Jiang Ning's arrival, immediately let out a sigh of relief in secret.

Both of them had already known why Jiang Ning asked them to bring Jiang Yiming and Little Dumpling to the front hall.

Now that Jiang Ning had appeared, it meant that the worst expectations had not come to pass.

Lin Qingyi, standing nearby, saw the two of them and cracked a slight smile: "What are you two doing standing there, come on in! If you don't come in soon, all the warmth inside will escape."

Upon hearing this.

The two stepped over the threshold, and Jiang Ning turned to close the front hall door.

...

"Here, sit down!" Lin Qingyi grabbed Jiang Ning's arm and pushed her down next to the young girl.

She looked from Jiang Ning to the girl beside her and immediately showed a satisfied expression.

"A handsome man and a beautiful woman, truly a perfect match!"

Ji Minghao looked at the two of them: "My sister-in-law's words are definitely on point."

Elsewhere.

Little Dumpling tugged on her two little braids: "Brother, what is Dudu doing?"

"I don't know!" Jiang Yiming shook his head nonchalantly, appearing very grown-up.

At that moment, Liuu Wanwan, who was holding Little Dumpling, had a smile that reached her eyes.

Then she glanced at Jiang Li, and immediately noticed a faint worry between his brows.

"What's the matter?" she leaned in towards Jiang Li and asked softly.

Jiang Li shook his head slightly: "I'll tell you later!"

Meanwhile.

Jiang Ning turned her head slightly and glanced at the girl beside her dressed in a goose yellow gown.

From the side, one could see the fine peach fuzz on her cheeks and nose.

Also, because they were sitting close, she could smell a faint fragrance emanating from the girl, a blend of osmanthus and gardenia.

Clean and elegant.

Once the girl realized Jiang Ning was looking her way, she seemed to relax a bit.

She turned her head to look at Jiang Ning, her gaze unabashed and her eyes shining brightly.

"You're very good-looking!" the girl said.

"Thank you, you're very pretty too!" Jiang Ning smiled.

The girl, hearing this, couldn't help but show a faint smile on her face.

Although she was used to such compliments, for some reason, today they felt particularly rewarding.

She looked at Jiang Ning: "My name is Ji Mingyue, what's yours?"

"Jiang Ning!"

Hearing this, Ji Mingyue smiled, seemingly at ease, with no sign of the initial discomfort on her face.

But in a place out of everyone's view, her hands resting on her abdomen were constantly twisting the corner of her clothing, and her palms had already started sweating.

Ji Mingyue tilted her head and looked at Jiang Ning: "I don't know why, but I feel like I've met you before!"

"Met me?" Jiang Ning smiled and shook her head: "Impossible!"

"It's unlikely!" Ji Mingyue also nodded slightly, echoing Jiang Ning's words.

Then she extended her soft, fair hand: "Jiang Ning, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Seeing Ji Mingyue's gesture, Jiang Ning was momentarily taken aback.

Ji Mingyue's posture was that of offering a handshake.

In this world, there was no such custom of handshaking.

The next moment, he hesitantly extended his right hand.

Seeing this, Ji Mingyue reached out again, her fair hand lightly clasping Jiang Ning's.

Jiang Ning immediately felt the delicate, unboned quality of Ji Mingyue's hand and the fine layer of sweat on it.

This sweat undoubtedly revealed that Ji Mingyue was very nervous, so nervous that her palms were sweating.

Jiang Ning was even more curious.

"Miss Ming Yue, I'm also very pleased to meet you!" he said.

Ji Mingyue immediately looked at Jiang Ning with sparkling eyes and a soft smile, revealing two dimples: "I don't really like being called Miss Ming Yue!"

"You can call me Ming Yue, or Yueer."

"I'm the seventeenth in my family, so my nickname is Little Seventeen, you can call me that too."

"Little Seventeen, I like that the most!"

"Alright, Little Seventeen!" Jiang Ning's face showed a gentle smile.

Seeing the smile on Jiang Ning's face, Ji Mingyue's eyes curved into crescent moons.

...

A moment later.

At Lin Qingyi's suggestion, Jiang Ning somewhat reluctantly walked out of the hall with Ji Mingyue.

Lin Qingyi claimed it was to give them some private time together.

And true to the saying "romantic scenery in snowy weather," the snowy day was ideal for a walk to enjoy the snow.

"You're so tall!" Ji Mingyue tiptoed but was only able to reach Jiang Ning's brows.

She stood on her tiptoes, reached a hand up to compare, and gently touched Jiang Ning's nose with her palm.

Watching Ji Mingyue trying to measure her height against his, Jiang Ning couldn't help but chuckle.

"Men are naturally taller than women."

"That's true!" Ji Mingyue nodded slightly, biting her finger as if pondering.

Then, her gaze shifted to Jiang Ning's hands.

"Can I see your palm?"

Jiang Ning looked at Ji Mingyue, puzzled.

Soon after, he stretched out his palm open.

Ji Mingyue also immediately opened her palm above Jiang Ning's.

"Your hand is so big!"

While speaking, Jiang Ning felt their skin touch.

Ji Mingyue's cool hand was now in his, causing her ears to fill with a red blush.

This was the first time in his life he had been so daring, mirroring the bold actions from his dreams.

Seeing Jiang Ning's gaze upon her, she didn't shy away and looked back at him with twinkling eyes.