Yayan blushed when the overly sexual thought appeared in her mind, and she forced herself to stop blushing as she smiled and said, "If most people here don't need it, then you can leave it for those who need it. Next up, we'll have our lucky draw. Three people apiece for the seahorse backbone soup and rose motherwort tea. One winner for the flower sculpture."

The lucky draw session for each prize would be held separately. The first prize up would be the rose motherwort tea, then the flower carving, and finally the seahorse backbone soup.

The first two lucky draw sessions ended without any problems, and the lucky winner became the victim of verbal assault from some jealous fans. One or two were bold enough to brag in the real-time comments, and naturally, got surrounded and flamed.

During the last round, there were two familiar-looking IDs amidst the three.

"Congratulations to ID [MostHandsomeGuyInTheUniverse] for receiving one serving of seahorse backbone soup, please remember to check your mail~"

After reading out the two IDs, Yayan felt that they seemed somewhat familiar, and it took her some time before she recalled it.

Huh? Weren't these two the fierce men from just now?

Yayan was not the only one who had realized this. The sharp-eyed audience members had noticed too.

When these people saw the two IDs, the first thought that appeared in their minds was, 'F*ck, lousy men. Their mouths say no, but their bodies scream yes!'

Those who had the same needs but had not managed to grab it even tagged the two people in their real-time comments as they mocked. [Didn't you say you didn't want them? Hurry up and give up your spot!]

The two… the two had to suppress their excitement as they secretly sent their addresses over to Yayan through private messages.

Then they refused to reply to any of the mocking comments on the screen, swearing they would pretend to not see them until the very end.

When Yayan saw the comments mocking the two people on the screen, she immediately understood what was going on and suppressed her laughter as she said, "For the lucky members of the audience who managed to get prizes, please send me your address as soon as possible so that I can send out your prize. Today's live stream will end here. Thank you for your support, everyone. We will meet again tomorrow."

When Yayan finished speaking, she took a look at the number of people watching on the upper right corner, which had already reached six figures, and grinned as she happily turned off her live stream.

However, Chenhuan was staring at the winners' name list gloomily as he said, "Didn't I say that only female accounts could be chosen? What's up with those who were chosen during the last round?"

Ziyan was stunned when he received yet another call from Chenhuan, and hurriedly flicked through the winners' ID information before he said while sounding on the verge of a breakdown, "Young Master, these… are female accounts indeed."

"Female accounts?"

"... Well, they marked their gender as female when they were registering their accounts."

Chenhuan, "..." He had forgotten about that!

"Also, I took a look at the backend data after the lucky draw ended. I realized that the majority of those who entered the lucky draw are male accounts…"

This means that these accounts had gotten lucky because they had programmed beforehand that only female accounts could be chosen during Yayan's lucky draw sessions in her live streams. The algorithm had captured the few female accounts that were present amidst a large number of male accounts.

Chenhuan, "..." A mistake!

Ziyan found it somewhat comical after he finished speaking. Who would have thought that a man would purposely set up a female account just so he could partake in a lucky draw?

He could tell that these weren't any decent men just based on their IDs!

"So, you can't blame me for this."

Chenhuan had already been in a bad mood, and he exploded like dynamite when he heard that sentence. "So, should I blame myself instead if I can't blame you?"

When he finished speaking, he did not wait to see how Ziyan would reply before he hung up the phone.

Ziyan, "..." Oh no, would he live to see the sunrise tomorrow?