A fragrant peach blossom scent fills his nose, greatly soothing his vibrant nerves. "Ah! So relaxed! So delightful!" High Bright discovers a hot spring pool by the peach garden and, without thinking, removes his clothes, diving into the river to bathe. He dives underwater like a duck, gliding forward. "Chase me!" a voice that makes High Bright feel nervous calls out. "Ying'er! Wait for me! I'm coming!" Suddenly, High Bright realizes Ying'er has already moved beyond a hundred meters, rushing ahead like a seal. High Bright moves swiftly, pressing downward like a seal, confident that he will catch Ying'er—only to find himself empty-handed, having instead caught a large carp. Ying'er, lively and jumping about, is now fifty meters to his left. High Bright dives again, swimming forward—only to come up empty once more. High Light was quite puzzled. Usually, he could easily catch her, but now, after two consecutive attempts, he had failed twice. Was it himself? Suddenly, High Light realized—he had it! It was Ying'er’s phantom body technique. From then on, High Light stopped chasing Ying'er and simply stood still, feigning sleep. In reality, he remained as alert as a wolf, fully focused. His eyes scanned the surroundings, his ears tuned to every sound. As for Ying'er, she believed High Light couldn’t catch her and felt immensely pleased, turning to smile gracefully from over a hundred meters away. For a long time, High Light hadn’t seen Ying'er’s breathtaking smile—so radiant and surpassing Mochou’s—now he felt his heart fluttering. These days, since his journey to the Qin Dynasty, although he was with his chief wife, Zhang Yuping, he still found himself thinking of his celestial wife, Ying'er. Ying'er, with her gentle grace and radiant smile, was now enjoying a soak in the hot spring bath. At that moment, Ying'er pointed with her delicate hands, and a million peach blossom petals drifted down from the sky, their fresh red hues floating gently in the hot spring pool. Immersed in the peach blossom bath, Ying'er's fragrance blended seamlessly with the scent of the blossoms, sending a warm, pleasant breeze to high Liang, who could feel the warmth from a hundred meters away. Ying'er turned to see Liang, who remained still—like she were asleep—and thus relaxed, continuing to bathe without alertness. Just then, Liang had quietly exerted himself, focusing with full concentration, swimming through the water like a seal, determined to reach his destination. High Lit's full lips pressed down on Ying'er's delicate mouth, but Ying'er's nimble hands blocked them off. "No, no! Husband!" Her voice was sweet and tender, yet High Lit wouldn't be deterred. He had seen Ying'er's large white rabbit transform into various shapes in the hot spring pool, swirling and dancing with the flowing water—like a surge of waves. Simply touching her full breasts was absolutely exhilarating. When High Lit tried to advance, Ying'er slipped away like a eel, gliding past him. He immediately gave chase, only to find her stepping onto the shore and playing hide-and-seek in the peach garden. "Come here! I'm right here!" she called from behind him. High Lit lunged forward—only to miss again. Good heavens, how could this heavenly wife be so unyielding? With no more options, High Lit decided to give up and simply enjoy his old-fashioned grilled fish. Gao Liang dug a hole on the ground, found a few sticks, and used a wire to secure the caught fish, propping it up on the sticks. Without a fire, Gao Liang had cultivated a fire-based ability, allowing him to exhale flames from his mouth. Soon, the sticks caught fire, and under Gao Liang’s skillful flipping, the carp gradually became fragrant and golden. At that moment, someone behind watched Gao Liang, gently pursing their lips and lightly licking their lips with a small, delicate tongue. When the fish was finally done, Ying'er had already rushed over eager to claim it, but Gao Liang was well-prepared—he promptly moved the fish away, leaving Ying'er empty-handed. Due to inertia, Ying'er stumbled forward, and since the ground beneath her was the hole, and below it lay a pile of scattered stones, a fall would have been disastrous. Gao Liang gently supported Ying'er's frail body with a strong, sturdy hand, lifting her up just as she fell. To his surprise, Ying'er landed right into his arms, and her delicate lips had just caught hold of the perfectly grilled fish pieces on his plate. Without thinking, Ying'er took a careful bite. The fresh, tender flavor filled her senses, and she closed her eyes, softly praising it aloud. Wasn't this exactly the taste of grilled fish maw she had dreamed of? Now, she could actually taste it—saved by her husband not only from falling, but also experiencing his excellent cooking skills. She was truly moved to tears. Yet, Gao Liang never liked to impose on others, knowing well that even his own wife wouldn't force him to do anything. So, he began to release his hold on Ying'er and gently stepped away. "No! Husband!" Ying'er had now become so obedient and graceful, her posture delicate and charming, cooing softly at him, "Husband! Don't go! I don't want you to leave!" Guangliang had actually been waiting for Ying'er's very words, yet he didn't reveal his feelings to her—instead, he simply acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to walk forward. When Ying'er pulled him back, she spoke to him in a gentle, soft voice: "Husband! Oh! Oh!" And then, she winced in pain, her furrowed brow being especially endearing. Her sweet, coquettish demeanor—so practiced and artificial—gave Guangliang a truly delightful view. Heaven help him! This celestial wife had never before shown such a display in front of him. As he watched her, he wasn't just pretending—he could sense her genuine eagerness to keep him there. Her right crystal-heeled shoe slipped slightly, causing her to twist her ankle. "It hurts so much!" Ying'er truly wasn't faking it. It was real. Guangliang was deeply touched and immediately rushed over, gently pressing and massaging her sore ankle. "Does it still hurt?" he asked. "Yes! It's better now, but still a bit painful. Could you please massage it again?" Ying'er pleaded, fearing that Guangliang might stop. Hao-liang had already ascended to the realm of divinity, and thus his hands naturally carried a spiritual power. He could sense Ying'er's body, and through the gentle kneading he just performed, he judged that Ying'er was actually fine. Nevertheless, since Ying'er had asked him to knead her, he would give her a proper, thorough kneading. Highlight naturally massaged with a gentle touch, radiating a special energy that responded specifically to the recipient's condition. Thanks to the leg energy massage just performed, Highlight now effortlessly mastered Ying'er's physiological characteristics—targeted, effective massage at her key areas. Highlight gazed at Ying'er, marveling at her radiant, mouth-watering beauty, and immediately lifted her into his arms, turning to her and saying, "Ying'er, my husband loves this intoxicating sensation of yours! I'm going to treat you specially right now!" Yet, as Ying'er reached out to stop him, she found her hands utterly weak, almost useless. Highlight swiftly removed her outer garment and unbuttoned her blouse, fully exposing Ying'er's full, lush breasts—once again, the snowy white nipples were clearly visible to Highlight. This time, Highlight's nose warmed up. He didn't dare reach out to touch her; if he did, he would surely see that red thing.