The Office of the Department Head of Game Software Design, the Chief Designer Peter, on one knee, held a brilliant diamond ring and proposed to Demona. "My dearest Demona! Please accept my sincere request—wear this ring!" With great grace, Peter approached Demona and gently took her delicate fingers in his hands. Yet, Demona hesitated, saying, "Peter, please give me some time to think it over. I have so many things currently underway, and I'm truly unable to commit to marriage right now!" After speaking, she prepared to leave. This response came as a surprise to Peter, as just one month earlier, Demona had personally promised her yes to his proposal! How could he have changed his mind so suddenly? Was it because of China? Because of that completely unremarkable, purely there-to-eat-our-food yellow-skinned pig who just arrived? Fuming, his face turned fierce, he grew increasingly assertive, saying, "Mr. Daimona, you know how crucial my position is within the company. As soon as I withdraw my investment, the stock market will collapse. If you agree, I can... " Daimona faced Peter, her eyes—like sapphires—wide open. She glanced at him with disdain, coldly smiled, and said, "Peter, at last you've said what's on your mind! Yet, your threat means nothing to me!" Peter was furious. He hurled the glass coffee cup from his desk to the floor, shattering it, and said sharply, "Mr. Daimona, have you truly fallen in love with that yellow-skinned pig?" "Don't you dare insult him!" Daimona's expression grew serious. "He is the most outstanding Eastern man I have ever met!" Peter noticed that Damona was holding a highlighted document, which stated one sentence: "After cross-referencing with the online player named 'I Want to Become a God' from the极品飞车 official website, we found that the highlighted entry is precisely that player—the one who, during the pre-launch event held at Union Square in San Francisco a few days ago, was the first to identify bugs in the '极品飞车无间风云' game." Peter couldn't believe it: "It's impossible! It's impossible! He can't possibly be that outstanding!" Just as he finished speaking, the door was gently pushed open, and Gaoang entered gracefully, exactly hearing Damona and Peter's conversation. Unexpectedly, Damona began with English and then switched to Mandarin. Peter only understood the first part and grew increasingly agitated. Gaoang only grasped the second part, though his Mandarin was quite awkward; yet, Gaoang sensed that Damona appreciated him. Thus, a strange impulse arose within him, and he suddenly clasped Daina’s slender waist. A pleasant masculine scent drifted through, and Daina grew enchanted, unable to break free from the embrace of this Eastern man. What is happening to me? Why do I feel no desire to escape him in his presence? Could it be, as Peter said, that I have truly fallen in love with him? Gao Liang held onto Dai Mengna, who indeed was a strikingly beautiful, ethereal American girl—tall, with a porcelain complexion, golden hair, and deep-blue eyes as clear as lake water. Her lips were irresistible, and especially her bust—no less magnificent than that of Chinese girls, quite large and full. Without Peter present, Gao Liang would have felt completely at ease to gently mold it into various shapes. Thinking back to the time he had been injured by her kiss and received a heartfelt appreciation, he found himself yearning and deeply enchanted, growing increasingly passionate. With her, he could embrace freely and kiss without hesitation. In Dai Mengna’s presence, Gao Liang felt completely at ease—after all, he believed American girls were more open-minded than Chinese girls. Moreover, Dai Mengna’s full, slightly lifted buttocks added to her appeal. High-lighted by so many beautiful women around him, even the charming Pan Jinlian from the Song Dynasty had time-traveled from ancient times to the modern era. With countless beauties from different eras and cultures, it's no easy matter to be impressed by ordinary ones—unless one has a truly exceptional campus beauty like Zhang Yurong. Even among the attractive foreign language students at Kyoto University, none compare to the stunning elegance of Dian Mengna. That's why, wherever Dian Mengna goes, a crowd follows her—especially when so many reporters gather around her! To meet and date such a beautiful American woman would surely bring prestige and admiration wherever he goes. Their bodies pressed together like magnets, both hearts racing with excitement, yet neither dared to step away. Despite Dian Mengna's face turning crimson and her teeth tightly biting her lips. Watching the scene of this "yellow-skinned pig" and his former lover, entangled in such tender emotion, Peter was furious—he roared like a wild beast, "Dian Mengna, I think you've gone completely mad!" "A Chinese man—you've only known him for three days—and already you're completely head over heels in love. Can he really give you happiness? Watch and see! You'll regret it!" With that, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door loudly. "Will I regret it, Gao Liang? Answer me!" Daina leaned softly against Gao Liang's chest, half-closed her eyes, and whispered softly. Gao Liang wrapped his arms tightly around her, speaking with firm, confident voice: "Honey! I won't let you regret it at all!" Though Gao Liang's English was a bit stammered, the sense of responsibility came through clearly and powerfully, instantly touching Daina to tears. Unexpectedly, Gao Liang naturally called Daina "my wife" and referred to himself as "my husband," yet Daina didn't object at all—she was simply moved beyond words, even crying. To Gao Liang, it came as a real surprise: how quickly their unspoken, unclear feelings had blossomed into such a deep connection! So unexpected it was that even attempts to stop it fell short. Highlight was deeply moved by the graceful and charming Daidemna in his arms, and as he gazed at her rosy lips, he instinctively leaned in. Daidemna quickly used her right hand to block him, but soon realized that Highlight was fixing her with a heartfelt gaze—love knows no borders, no nationality, no language; sometimes, a single look is enough. Daidemna was utterly captivated by the tender warmth of this accomplished Eastern man. Her hand, once so eager to hold on, became merely a mere afterthought, drifting away of its own accord under the irresistible charm of Highlight's unique presence and aura. Highlight's lips pressed gently against Daidemna's rosy lips, and Daidemna's face flushed with deep embarrassment—this was her first kiss! No, her first kiss had already been given to him! This was truly a kiss, a moment of sheer serendipity, taken from her by this very Chinese man before she could even realize it. Yet, the sensation was exquisite—Highlight's lips possessed a unique magnetism, and being kissed by him felt like an indelible, irresistible happiness. High-light felt the moist, smooth lips of the beautiful, noble American girl, Demona, as they pressed against his. Since they were kissing while embracing each other, Demona’s ample chest pressed gently against High-light’s chest. As he kissed, he gazed at the flawless white rabbit of her bosom, then reached out to gently caress it—causing Demona to tremble and breathe softly. Demona’s fragrance filled High-light’s nose, sending his heart racing like a deer’s, making him lose control. The two of them kissed so passionately that the sky grew dark and the earth seemed to fade. Highlight’s erect member had already grown stiff with desire—he wanted to take matters into his own hands right there and then. But Daimona wouldn’t budge. She blushed, shyly saying, “Guilong, honestly, I also want you to do this, but I need to hold back. I want to witness the day when you truly shine—when you become a truly outstanding man. So if you truly desire me, you must become a man of excellence, a successful man!” “Believe me, such a day will surely come!” Highlight held Daimona tightly, afraid she might slip away. In his mind, the image of his perfect campus beauty wife, Zhang Yiping, flashed through—motivating him to keep growing and becoming better. Indeed, Highlight was fully aware that women from all over the world, regardless of race or nationality, are drawn to outstanding men. And now, this graceful and charming Daimona—this one he absolutely must hold onto. So he leaned close to her ear, speaking with deep affection and unwavering conviction: “You are mine.” Dai Mengna was once again moved to tears of happiness. Blushing, she bit her lips and softly said, "Husband, please strive hard! Don't let me down!"