After that, a gentle pink punch landed on Gao Liang's shoulder, and Gao Liang laughed. "With the big young lady here, if you don't bite, I'll have her bite you!" Zhang Yупing, seeing Gao Liang call her "the big young lady," pulled out her trump card—her grip on Gao Liang's tender waist muscles grew even firmer, making him tear up. It turned out Zhang Yупing, the eldest wife, had been pressing especially hard. "Oh my goodness! Big Young Lady! Can't you be a little gentler? If you do this, my husband might not make it! Then our lives together will be terrible!" Gao Liang pleaded in a mournful voice. Zhang Yупing gave him a withering look and said, "Hurry! That young girl's mother's illness—get it treated right away! Otherwise, you'll see!" "Oh! Wife! Can't I just follow your lead? Please stop pressing now!" After finally easing off, Dong Jiao bit down firmly on Gao Liang's big tongue, then gave him a look, saying, "This time, I'll give you a good bite!" "Ah!" "This time, the highlight of the scene cried out, turning to Dong Jiao and saying, 'You really went all out! Didn't you see how hard your husband worked just now on the set? Instead of expressing gratitude, you bit him hard! Oh my goodness! He's out of it—his tongue is bleeding!' 'Husband, I'm sorry! Quick! Doctor, please help him!' Dong Jiao immediately called out to a medical staff member in the production team upon hearing that High Light's tongue had been injured. But High Light burst into laughter, and Dong Jiao realized she had been played for a fool, immediately storming off in a huff, 'Husband, you're so bad! You dared to deceive me!' And she rushed straight toward him. High Light then called out to his wife, Zhang Yuping, 'Yuping! Come on!' Soon, the three of them arrived at the girl's home, where the mother was barely breathing. The girl was shaking her mother violently, wailing and sobbing uncontrollably. Dong Jiao and Zhang Yuping, two stunning beauties, were both moved to tears by the heartbreaking scene. 'Peping! Jiao "Once highlighted, everyone moves toward the highlight." "And you, Ying'er!" Inspired by Gao Liang's reminder, Ying'er also joined in. Gao Liang was now surrounded by three beautiful women. "We'll practice dual cultivation together!" Gao Liang's words made the three women widen their eyes, glare at him fiercely, and collectively exclaim, "You're dreaming!" Yet Gao Liang remained serious: "We can't help it anymore—saving lives is our priority!" The three women gazed at the mother of the critically ill little girl lying on the bed, nodding silently in their hearts, yet they still didn't know how to exactly practice dual cultivation. Even Ying'er had never heard of such a concept. With sparkling eyes fixed on Gao Liang, this host seemed both so familiar and so foreign at times—how exactly would he practice dual cultivation? Gao Liang had now undressed down to just his underwear, his muscular frame radiating masculine charm. The three women were so captivated that their hearts pounded with excitement. This was truly their wonderful husband—a strong, athletic, and profoundly impressive man. "Ladies!" "Come and kiss me all! This is a special favor from my husband—something he's generously bestowed upon you!" High Light's words made the three women glare at him fiercely, especially Ying'er, who pouted with a high, stubborn mouth. Hmph! He's even included me in his list of "wives"? Are you serious? I'm your divine guide—your request that I become your wife is nothing short of a dream. Unless you become a god yourself! "Wives! Why aren't you listening to me?" High Light's cheerful, playful expression only made the three women grit their teeth and furrow their brows. "Ah! Please, please don't press so hard—just a little gentler!" While the other parts of High Light's body—especially the tender flesh around his waist—had been thoroughly treated by the three women, he firmly embraced Dong Jiao in one arm, held Ying'er in the other, and at the same time, kissed Zhang Yупing passionately. As the three women engaged in intimate contact with High Light, a flow of energy charged through their bodies—this time, High Light successfully transferred his energy charge into their bodies. Zhang Yупing and Dong Jiao could no longer resist—neither could Ying'er was first struck by the bright electric surge and unexpectedly hummed out a sound. The melodic hum of the celestial beauty surpassed even the most beautiful heavenly music ever heard. "Master! I never thought your electric ability was as powerful as I imagined!" Just as Ying'er finished speaking, her humming grew louder, as if she had consumed an exhilarating stimulant. "Ah! What a delightful sensation! For me, Ying'er, with 3,000 years of cosmic spiritual energy, after all these years of cultivation, I've only ever remembered this exquisite moment!" "Ying'er, believe me—I'll have you going mad!" High-light said in an unusually captivating tone. "Believe me?!" Ying'er shook her head, only to find that High-light's lips had moved from Zhang Yuping's side and now sealed over her own. Immediately, Ying'er was captivated by the kiss. Wow! What's happening to me? I never felt so shy—I only know that Master's kiss on me is absolutely wonderful. "No, Master! Please let go of me! You've kissed me right in front of them! I'm not your wife!" "Let go of me!" Yet no matter how Ren Ying'er wept and pleaded, Gao Liang gently kissed her. This kiss, enabled by the energy Dragon Ball, had Gao Liang recombine and transform all his unique abilities within his body, finally gathering them into a special "Heavenly Fragrance." The sensation of the "Heavenly Fragrance Kiss"—something Ying'er had always dreamed of—had now materialized between her and her master. Was this a dream? Ying'er was moved to tears. They kissed perfectly, harmoniously. "Honey!" Gao Liang suddenly called her "Honey," and though Ying'er didn't speak, she simply embraced the exquisite kiss from this outstanding man. The 3,000-year-old spiritual energy of Ying'er, combined with the unique spiritual energy cultivated by her master through mutual cultivation, produced a magical glow through their kiss. "Ping'er, Jiao'er! Go kiss your men now!" At this moment, Zhang Yупing and Dong Jiao had already been completely captivated by this outstanding man. There was a certain charm about Gao Liang that attracted every woman in the world—something that could only be felt, not described. Zhang Yупing and Dong Jiao began kissing every part of Gao Liang's strong, solid skin. With each kiss, their lips trembled, as they discovered that Gao Liang's skin was radiating a magical energy, making the experience incredibly delightful. Gao Liang's high-end tablet was playing a song titled "My Shangri-La," its elegant and melodious voice reaching into everyone's hearts, creating a dreamlike atmosphere for all four. Zhang Yупing and Dong Jiao became utterly enchanted, starting to bite into Gao Liang's skin out of sheer love for him. Gao Liang, however, gently urged them to bite more firmly, and as a result, his entire body now bore the marks of his wives' teeth. By accident, the two women touched the noticeably swollen part below Gao Liang, and both instantly blushed deeply. "Ah! Help him massage it! My husband is truly uncomfortable!" Zhang Yuping blushed, gently grasping his hand—so large, so thick, so long. He had grown even more impressive than before. Back then, during her final review for the college entrance exam, she had gently sucked him—her face had turned completely crimson!