Hearing Second Senior Sister's reminder, Ruan Mianmian's slow little brain finally caught up.
She raised her fair, tender hand and smacked her forehead.
The motion made the round-framed glasses on her nose slide down half an inch.
"Ah! I remember now!"
Ruan Mianmian pushed her glasses back up and let out an adorably dazed laugh.
"Yao Yao did mention that, aside from the six of us martial sisters, she seemed to have four other sisters!"
As she said this, her large, watery eyes suddenly lit up.
Her gaze landed directly on Jiang Che beside her, her eyes filled with pure curiosity.
"Huh? Xiao Che, tell me honestly. Are you together with one of Yao Yao's sisters?"
Her fluffy curls swayed slightly as she tilted her head.
Her bare-faced, doll-like little face was full of charming innocence and adorable cluelessness.
Faced with this sudden soul-searching question,
Jiang Che lightly rubbed the rim of the white porcelain teacup with his slender fingers.
A gentle curve formed at the corner of his lips, but he only smiled without answering.
He raised the cup and took a shallow sip, not replying directly.
How was he supposed to explain something like this?
Was he supposed to tell the truth in front of all these lovely women?
Tell Ruan Mianmian that he had long since thoroughly devoured all three of Lu Shengyao's female imp sisters?
Leng Qingqiu's icy aloofness, Pei Yunxi's fiery passion, Shen Wanzhi's soft allure...
Though this was already an undeniable fact,
Jiang Che felt that, before Nangong Lingxiang and this group of stunning martial sisters, he still needed to maintain his image...
His fingertips lightly tapped the tabletop as Jiang Che's thoughts drifted.
Among Lu Shengyao's sisters, aside from the three he had already won over,
there seemed to be only Fourth Sister