"You did it, big brother~ or should I call you big leader~"
Behind the mask, Noah looked at the woman with a deadpan gaze as he could feel her rubbing herself against him. But he did not have to do anything to stop her; Ming Ming stopped herself only to tremble like a thin leaf.
Noah smiled warmly, knowing the reason for her reaction. He gently pushed himself up, supporting her as he did so, and looked around at the cheering crowd. The sound was deafening, but in a good way—it was the sound of victory, of recognition for their hard-fought battle.
"Thank you, Ming Ming," he said softly, his voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd. "We did it together."
Ming Ming stopped trembling hearing his voice and grinned wildly to hide the look of fear in her eyes. 'What was that?'
