Comics.
Everyone had probably seen them, more or less.
And everyone should have been able to understand what a comic panel was.
Right now.
The comic panel that had appeared out of thin air directly above Yan Xiujin's head was actually some kind of video window. Its sole function was to broadcast, in real time, all the fantasies inside Yan Xiujin's mind.
Its nature was akin to a special projection screen directly connected to the brain.
Whatever you thought about in your mind, it would automatically play it.
It could very effectively help others understand what you were really thinking.
However—
At this moment.
The images playing in Yan Xiujin's comic panel were, more or less, too indecent to look at—
There, within that video window rendered in comic-book style.
Yan Xiujin, the heroine of the scene, was doing some things beneficial to physical and mental health with Ling Wuyuan—and doing them in a rather wild fashion.
As spectators, Pei Yiman and the others could even clearly see that, in Yan Xiujin's imagination, one of Ling Wuyuan's palms was repeatedly striking her backside, making her cry out miserably in a certain way—
What kind of cries, exactly, and how miserable were they?
Hmph~()
Everyone could just go watch some romantic action movies and imagine it for themselves.
All that could be said was—
Being tapped on the head by Ling Wuyuan just now had temporarily awakened some rather special traits and curiosities in Yan Xiujin, causing certain fantasies to sprout in her mind without her realizing it.
Under normal circumstances, that would have been fine.
No one would have known what she was thinking.
But at this special moment—
Those imaginings that had originally existed only in her own mind were suddenly broadcast live without any warning.
Xi Xianlan and