This time, she didn't hesitate, because Ying'er knew that once she returned to the mortal world, the chances of Gao Liang kissing her decreased. After all, Gao Liang still had Zhang Yiping, Dong Jiao, Chen Yuting, and even Xiaomei, who was pursuing medical studies. Precisely because Ying'er valued what she had, she entrusted her most precious moments to Gao Liang—every "Angel's Kiss," "Heavenly Fragrance Kiss," and "Dual-Practice Kiss" came to life during their passionate kisses. All 101 Tibetan Mastiffs rallied behind Gao Liang and Ying'er, forming a protective ring inside and outside, effectively becoming their official "guard dogs" and "guardian deities." Naturally, Gao Liang understood that this kiss with Ying'er was irreplaceable. He kissed her freely and passionately, so much so that Ying'er nearly suffocated. Yet Gao Liang possessed abundant energy—through the absorption and transformation of energy, and with the control of his mental focus, he transmitted a portion of beneficial energy into Ying'er's body via their warm, lingering kisses. Ying'er's breathing became smooth, as rich oxygen flowed through her body. Gao Liang naturally caressed her form. Ying'er felt a deep sense of relaxation—Gao Liang's touch was far superior to that of the most renowned massage masters in the world. Gao Liang's electrical ability had reached a masterful level, allowing him to release varying amounts and types of electric charges tailored precisely to each person's physiological condition. Even the top-tier beauty angel, Ying'er, was completely captivated by Gao Liang's electrical prowess. "Husband, no, no!" Ying'er unexpectedly called Gao Liang "husband," and was delighted when he held her tightly, as if cradling a precious treasure. "Wife! Husband, please treat me well!" "No!" Ying'er's refusal was merely symbolic, as she could not withstand Gao Liang's passionate enthusiasm. Ying'er had to be as gentle and serene as flowing water. Gao Liang, emulating Ying'er, reached into the Yueguang Treasure Box and pulled out a purple curtain embroidered with the character "Xin" (happiness) and a scene of blossoms drifting in the sky, full of festive charm. With a simple gesture of his finger, the curtain instantly transformed into a square, enclosing Gao Liang and Ying'er within. "My equipment is a bed!" Gao Liang declared. Instantly, a spacious, plush, luxurious spring mattress appeared before him. "Wishing for success, I now aspire to become a god!" Gao Liang truly achieved this—he had already reached the divine level, with his spiritual power attaining at least 3,000 years, though not particularly abundant, it would grow rapidly at the right moment. After all, 3,000 years is merely a foundational level. Nevertheless, due to his continuous cultivation, Gao Liang could perform exceptionally well when the time was right. In one fluid motion, he pushed Ying'er down onto the soft bed, revealing her alluring figure in full. Ying'er was nervous and bashful. Highlight tapped his finger once, and immediately, the music began—Zhang Delan's "Spring Beauty": "We're recalling the winter, when on the mountain peaks, spring life emerged. Our story speaks of spring, and in those spring days, it lingers in our hearts..." The beautifully soothing melody flowed from the sound system carefully arranged by Highlight, immersing Ying'er in a warm, sweet ocean of sound. Highlight pressed gently upon Ying'er's body, passionately kissing her. "Honey! You're absolutely beautiful—truly, the beauty of spring!" He eagerly massaged her chest with both hands, murmuring his admiration. Ying'er's eyes were misty, her delicate hands clasping Highlight's neck, gazing deeply at this accomplished man, her voice tender and expressive. "Honey, I'm so afraid! Really, so afraid!" Highlight covered her delicate mouth with his lips, reassuring her, "Don't be afraid. I'm right here." Ying'er, believe me—I will always treat you well, because you are my woman. If one day I betray Ying'er, then I shall never...” Ying'er covered High-light's mouth with her jade hands, not fond of the man making such solemn vows. "Husband, I believe you!" Ying'er said. High-light then tightly embraced her, and the two of them resumed their passionate kiss. At that moment, the music continued playing: "As we slowly recount our past, the gentle breeze carries away the winter's chill. In our eyes, spring holds a magic—ah, that is the beauty of spring. Over and over again, we relive sweet memories. Spring brings genuine friendship. In our eyes, spring holds a joy—ah, that is the beauty of spring." With this song, the two began to move wildly and energetically. High-light's strong muscles filled Ying'er with delight. With her slender fingers, Ying'er gently caressed his broad chest and strong arms, while High-light deeply plunged his powerful member into the depths of Ying'er's body. "Ah!" Ying'er cried out under the strength of Gao Liang's embrace. "You are my man, and I am your woman!" Gao Liang's rugged voice moved Ying'er to tears—happy, pure tears. Indeed, she found it strange. She had accumulated 6,000 years of spiritual power, traversed the human and immortal realms, encountered countless handsome men, and had a long line of suitors eager to win her over. Yet, Ying'er had always remained faithful to her most sacred vow: to reserve her finest gifts for the one person she loved most. And that person was Gao Liang, her master—her beloved. Before Gao Liang, she freely offered up her most precious self. "Ying'er, my beloved wife! My husband is becoming a god! He's absolutely thrilled—his joy reaches the heavens!" As Gao Liang moved with vigorous intensity, Ying'er gasped and breathed softly, her fragrance filling the air. "Ah! Husband! I feel so wonderful! Hurry, husband, exert yourself, exert yourself! Ah!" "My husband, I'm dying—I'm truly dying!" Ying'er had never cried out like this before. Hearing her enjoy every moment of the exclamation, Gao Liang redoubled his efforts, speeding up and intensifying his movements. The climax arrived. With a deep roar from Gao Liang, a warm surge of passion burst forth and deeply penetrated Ying'er's body. Ying'er strongly felt the affection of her master—now, truly, her husband—this exceptional man. Being blessed by Gao Liang brought her profound happiness and contentment. During the times when Gao Liang was deeply in love with Zhang Yiping and Dong Jiao and Chen Yuting, Ying'er had quietly concealed her love for her master. Now, in this private world of just the two of them, she fully opened her heart and poured out all her love for Gao Liang. Gao Liang nurtured this "angelic blossom," and their bond was as seamless and harmonious as fish in water or glue on a perfect fit—unbreakable. Afterward, Ying'er rested her head against Gao Liang's chest, while he extended one strong arm, inviting her to rest her head on it. Ying'er gently caressed Gaoliang's strong chest with her jade hands, leaning softly and深情ly gazing into his eyes. Gaoliang kissed the rosy cheeks of Ying'er and said, "Ying'er, after I return to the mortal world, I want you to be with me at all times, because I need you!" Ying'er's bashful expression was especially endearing, and after the recent intimate embrace, her cheeks were flushed, making her even more beautiful and captivating. She said, "Husband, if I stay right by your side all the time, what about Zhang Yiping, Dong Jiao, Chen Yuting, and the others?" "I don't care—I love you!" Gaoliang, in truth, is a deeply romantic soul. Once he becomes passionately in love with a beautiful woman, he can't let go. This is reminiscent of the emperors and generals in China's millennia-old imperial civilization. For instance, Xiang Yu was devoted solely to Yu Ji, Emperor Tang Mingzong to Yang Guifei, and Emperor Qianlong to the Fragrant Princess. Now, Gaoliang is completely devoted to his little fairy, Ying'er. Collecting beautiful women, collecting The Yueguang Treasure Box space was swiftly traversing, returning from Azeroth. "Ah!" Gao Liang, Ying'er, and the 101 Tibetan mastiffs all cried out, falling from the sky and landing upon a meadow. Immediately after, when Gao Liang closed the door of the Yueguang Treasure Box space, a ghostly, terrifying voice appeared. "It's that invisible monster! Husband! It has come with us to the mortal world too! If you hadn't made a mistake in operating the Yueguang Treasure Box space back then, this wouldn't have happened..." Ying'er still expressed her concerns. Yet Gao Liang smiled gently toward the swirling smoke in the distance, saying, "Ying'er, don't worry! What about me? My husband is fearless—both in heaven and on earth. This monster will inevitably make an appearance. If he dares to harm us, I'll eliminate him!" "Yes, husband! I have full confidence in your abilities, but never lose vigilance!" Ying'er's reminder warmed High Bright's heart. Ha ha, it seems Ying'er has already grown accustomed to calling him "Husband" and "Husband" all the time. So, who exactly is the leading lady among his vast harem?