In the midst of the roaring crowd, Yue Yu bit her lip, fighting the overwhelming urge to scream at the top of her lungs:
"I HAD SEX WITH THE SAINT!"
The words practically lodged in her throat like a burning coal—but no, that was too much.
Way too much.
Just thinking it made Yue Yu's face flush crimson.
Instead, she settled for clapping enthusiastically, joining the others in their thunderous applause.
Her cheers were loud, even spirited, but the moment Lin Fan's gaze swept in her direction, she jolted upright and immediately shifted into a full performance of booing and mock outrage—
Complete with crossed arms and a dramatic scowl.
Lin Fan spotted her act and, predictably, smiled.
Not out of mockery or smugness, but something softer.
'She really is a good girl…' Lin Fan thought to himself:
'She's perfect for my future harem!'
A few more minutes passed as the cheers slowly died down, the atmosphere settling into a respectful silence.
