The Han Sisters' Critical-Hit Rewards

When Lei Qi followed the maid to the residence of Han Xue and Han Yue, he saw two beautiful figures who bore some resemblance to each other.

The first to catch his eye was a young woman in a silver dress. She was tall and slender, and though her cheeks were slightly thin, she possessed a rare beauty. Her skin was as white as snow, her features picturesque. Most astonishing of all was her waist-length hair, an uncommon shade of silver. Paired with her silver attire, it gave her an aloof aura that kept others at a distance, making her seem fit only to be admired from afar, never approached lightly.

The woman beside her had willow-leaf brows, snowy skin, and a tall figure. She wore a purple dress, and the curves beneath its fabric were exceptionally full and alluring. Her only flaw was the faint indifference on her face; whenever her beautiful eyes shifted, they carried a stern air.

The sisters looked remarkably alike, especially in the icy, snow-lotus-like aloofness they exuded, which Lei Qi greatly enjoyed.

After all, no matter what they thought, they had no choice but to face reality.

After Lei Qi approached them, one of the maids introduced him, "Miss Han Yue, Miss Han Xue, this is our Young Patriarch."

Han Yue and Han Xue curtsied together. "Young Patriarch."

"Actually, you can call me husband. Someone should have told you that before you came, right?" Lei Qi said.

He did not feel embarrassed in the slightest. No matter how one looked at it, he had not brought the two of them here merely to keep them as ornaments in a golden cage.

At his words, the sisters reacted in perfect sync. A flush immediately spread across their pretty faces, and even their delicate earlobes became