"You young people chat, I know you have a lot to say."
"I won't play the third wheel!"
With that, Qian Daoliu hooked the corners of his lips into a gentle smile.
His words carried a touch of carefree detachment as he turned and walked away with a light step.
"Don't sweet-talk me!"
Recalling what Chen Jue had said earlier, Qian Renxue's cool voice carried an imperceptible hint of softness.
She turned her head slightly, her nostrils flaring gently as if she could capture the tiniest scent in the air.
That aura emanating inadvertently from Chen Jue made her frown slightly, and then a complex emotion flashed through her eyes.
"Speak, where have you run off to again these past few dozen days!"
Qian Renxue's words carried a bit of questioning and a bit of jealousy.
"Smelling all over like a woman..."
Then she sniffed again, and the scent seemed even clearer, making her couldn't help but let out a light hum.
Her voice held both dissatisfaction and a trace of helplessness.
"Two different scents, two little sisters, right!"
Hearing this, Chen Jue's face turned pale abruptly, and sweat involuntarily seeped through his clothes.
After all, in her eyes, she did not know how many women he had.
"Don't be so nervous, I know..."
Qian Renxue's voice was soft.
She slowly paced around him, every step seeming to tread upon his heartstrings.
"How many little sisters has Brother Chen Jue found for me..."
She smiled gently, her eyes flashing with mischievousness and curiosity.
"You'd better tell the truth, don't lie to me... Otherwise... Hehe!"
Chen Jue's throat rolled as he swallowed with difficulty, his gaze flickering as he confessed honestly...
"Brother Chen Jue, you found so many little sisters, can you handle it?"
The corners of Qian Renxue's mouth