No way! For heaven's sake! This time, the nosebleed has been constant—unending. "My lord! I'm so lonely! So empty! So eager!" Pan Jinlian's coquettish demeanor is absolutely charming—what a mature woman! With her slightly fuller figure, she's even more alluring. Gao Liang can no longer control himself; his emotions are flooding over. He lifts Pan Jinlian's hands and carries her completely naked, toward the other bedroom. By the bedside, as Pan Jinlian begins unzipping Gao Liang to remove his lower treasure, Gao Liang hears Ying'er's voice calling out—“Master! Master! Where are you? I need you!” Gao Liang feels deeply conflicted. Yet at this very moment, Pan Jinlian's passion intensifies, and she begins wildly sucking at the large, impressive manly member just extracted—how magnificent! Pan Jinlian truly adores large, robust male members. Yet, Gao Liang clenched his teeth and said to Pan Jinlian, "Jinlian! Don't do this! Please, don't! We cannot!" But Pan Jinlian would not let go of Gao Liang. These days of solitary confinement, of unbearable loneliness, had worn her down. She needed a man to comfort her—especially a man she truly loved. Zhang Shouchu, the old libertine, had taken her virginity. Xi Men Qing, the very embodiment of passion, had even forcibly claimed her. She had never known true love or deep passion. Now, at last, she had encountered a truly magnificent man—a real man—and how could she let him go? The more Gao Liang resisted, the more fiercely Pan Jinlian pursued him. Gao Liang truly felt that Pan Jinlian was a mistress of the house, but was that not precisely what one expected from a woman who was free and lively in the presence of the man she admired? Gao Liang found himself utterly unable to stop, for Pan Jinlian now held his member in her mouth and firmly grasped it with her slender, pointed fingers. High Light was practically transcended into heaven, consumed as he was by Pan Jinlian's delicious banana. Watching Pan Jinlian bare before him, her body radiant and luminous like snow, even more alluring than ever, High Light—being a normal man—could hardly help but be stirred. In one swift motion, he pushed her onto the bed and, with his mighty, proud erection, drove it into the lush, fragrant meadow beneath her. Meanwhile, Pan Jinlian gazed at High Light with yearning eyes, eager to experience the union of body and soul, to share this intimate moment with the outstanding man before her. Gao Liang couldn't help but exclaim with delight. Yet, at this moment, danger arose—this scene had deeply disappointed Ying'er, who now felt her image of the host crumbling completely, heartbroken. Meanwhile, Wu Song stormed at Pan Jinlian, shouting, "You lowly woman! You adulteress! You killed my brother! I will avenge him!" With that, he drew a large knife and charged at Pan Jinlian. Gao Liang was utterly surprised—when he and Pan Jinlian were in that moment, not only did Ying'er appear, but Wu Song himself suddenly emerged. Goodness! Wu Song was such a fine man—he now felt as though he were being caught in the act. Yet, who was Gao Liang? This was entirely Pan Jinlian's choice, and she had been sincerely devoted to him. He himself had been genuinely moved, unable to hold back. He immediately rushed to embrace Pan Jinlian, shielding her as Wu Song's blade struck the washbasin, splitting it open and sending a flood of water across the floor. "Uncle!" (Previously, his sister-in-law used to call his brother-in-law "uncle.") "Don't blame me! My brother wasn't killed by me—truly, not!" Pan Jinlian wouldn't accept Wu Song's unjust accusation. Yet Wu Song was a stubborn man who wouldn't listen to Pan Jinlian's explanations, and he struck again with another cut. Gao Liang stepped in, but found to his dismay that his special ability wasn't responding. Good heavens! Gao Liang realized that when Pan Jinlian was playing her "flute" performance earlier, his spirit force had actually been contracting. After all, spirit force is generated and circulated through the body's yang energy, while Pan Jinlian is a delicate, gentle woman who eagerly absorbed his yang energy—literally drawing upon it to nourish her yin. Indeed, Pan Jinlian's face flushed beautifully, growing even more rosy, and her entire body, bathed in Gao Liang's yang energy, became even more radiant and alluring. This exquisite young woman, after absorbing Gao Liang's yang energy, had transformed into the very pinnacle of beauty—now even more captivating, especially to men. Pan Jinlian quickly dressed herself in several garments, nestled against Gao Liang's embrace, unwilling to leave, gazing at him with tender eyes and saying, "My lord! Wu Song is very capable. You must be careful! I don't want anything to happen to you. He wants my life—let me take the blame instead!" As she spoke, she tried to push herself free from Gao Liang's arms, but Gao Liang held her firmly with one broad hand, saying, "Should it truly be you who caused Wu Dalang's death, I will not show any favor to you!" After more than thirty exchanges, Wu Song found himself unable to gain even the slightest advantage against Gao Liang. This man was truly no ordinary one—some of his techniques were truly unprecedented. Wu Song was deeply astonished. "Brother, I can't avenge my brother's death! It's just that my martial skills aren't strong enough!" In the end, Wu Song threw his sword to the ground, and wept bitterly, his face turned upward. "Wu Song! I knew you were one of the one hundred and eight heroes of Liangshan Marsh, so I didn't want to trouble you!" But listen carefully! I believe my brother’s death has been orchestrated by someone else’s malice!" With these words, Wu Song was startled and questioned Pan Jinlian, saying, "Sister! There are already rumors circulating among the common people, claiming that you and Ximen Qing have been secretly plotting together, conspiring to have my brother murdered!" "Uncle! Jinlian swears to heaven! This matter is absolutely not something I have done! I swear to heaven—should I ever lie, I shall surely be punished by the heavens!" Pan Jinlian spoke with heartfelt sincerity, her eyes gazing deeply into the sky, and she held the knife poised over her throat, ready to plunge it. Yet, our Gao Liang stepped in, seized the knife, and threw it far away. "Wu Song! To find out who is truly responsible, we can open the coffin and examine the body!" Gao Liang suggested, and Wu Song immediately agreed—provided we could uncover the real murderer of my brother, he was willing to go through with it without hesitation.