"Thud!" He landed heavily on the ground and remained still. Everyone erupted into cheers: "Our Gao Dong has won!" "Good heavens! Gao Liang is amazing—just a single leaf sealed his throat!" "The leader is mighty! The leader is strong! The leader is invincible!" After taking two special Shaolin pills from Gao Liang, the金刚 bodyguards regained consciousness. Watching their leader stand tall and majestic, like a true king, they gathered around him, forming a powerful, unbreakable presence. Pan Jinlian was deeply moved—had it not been for Gao Liang, she would have surely... She could no longer contain her excitement and stepped forward to kiss Gao Liang, right in front of all the students and faculty of Kyoto University. The Eastern Dragon circled gently between Gao Liang and Pan Jinlian, as if fulfilling their union. Pan Jinlian embraced Gao Liang's neck and kissed his thick lips passionately. "Clap! Clap! Clap!" The students burst into applause. The highlight was melted by Pan Jinlian's passionate, scorching lips, and a fire burned within his chest. He lifted Pan Jinlian's hands high, at which moment the Eastern Dragon lowered its head. Gao Liang leaped onto the dragon's back, and the dragon roared as it soared upward. Gao Liang and Pan Jinlian flew through the mist, passionately kissing each other on the dragon's back. Pan Jinlian felt incredibly happy, only waiting for Gao Liang to finally break through the last barrier and bestow upon her his favor. Yet, nothing happened—Pan Jinlian was puzzled. She opened her eyes immediately and saw Gao Liang gazing deeply into the distance. "Gao Liang, why don't you want me?" she gently asked, tossing her cascading hair like a waterfall. Gao Liang didn't turn to look at her. He simply said, "I don't want to make you suffer a lifetime of pain simply because of a moment of impulse!" "No! I'm not regretting this at all! In fact, during the Song Dynasty, if it hadn't been for you, Pan Jinlian would have never become the person she is today!" In Pan Jinlian's heart, you will always be her first and last man! Pan Jinlian said with deep emotion. As she spoke, she began unbuttoning Gao Liang's shirt. Before her, Pan Jinlian was enchanted by the strong, well-defined muscles of Gao Liang. Gao Liang was the most handsome man she had ever seen—indeed, in all the universe, he was the only man who had truly moved her heart. She willingly cherished the favor and attention he now bestowed upon her. Yet, Gao Liang is not unfaithful. Just as when he unexpectedly found himself in the Qin dynasty, sharing an indistinct, unspoken affection with the Consort Li, whose turning back symbolized her enduring loyalty to that specific era—thus, by fate, their connection remained unfulfilled. In Gao Liang's heart, only Ying'er, Zhang Yuping, Dong Jiao, and Chen Yuting hold a place. Yet, Pan Jinlian, once deeply in love with a man, would willingly die for him. She knew there were many women around Gao Liang, which explained why he was growing increasingly indifferent to her. No way—within their two-person world, Pan Jinlian was utterly unreserved. She began to strip off her clothes in front of Gao Liang, revealing her alluring figure, like peeling a spring bamboo shoot. Her full, lush chest rose and fell gently, her delicate, pink nubs shimmering with irresistible charm. Her entire body radiated purity. Dancing gracefully among the mist, Pan Jinlian moved with a poised elegance that gradually stirred an inexplicable longing in Gao Liang's heart. "My lord! My lord! Jinlian misses you so much! Come, chase me!" With a soft, melodic voice, she held a finely embroidered fan, exuding the grace of a classic modern beauty, completely captivating Gao Liang's soul. The beating heart fluttered with excitement—damn it, he never expected it—Pan Jinlian was so alluring, and yet, like a starving tiger pouncing on a lamb, he charged straight at her, only for her to gracefully step aside. Standing three meters away, she waved her embroidered fan, eyes fixed, brows slightly raised, radiating even greater purity. "Wait here! The official is coming!" High Light said, playing his part. At that moment, High Light noticed the scene had changed. Where exactly was he? In the Song Dynasty? Observing the elegant, traditional furnishings, he recalled his studies in history—having himself been transported through time—so he could instantly identify the era based on the furniture. Indeed, it was the Song Dynasty. In Pan Jinlian’s private chamber. Pan Jinlian was absolutely stunning—so full of grace and charm, a true dynamic queen who could captivate every man in the land. And now, even more compelling, she was actively drawing him in. In Pan Jinlian's private chamber stood a large wooden bathtub from the Song Dynasty, steaming warmly. Pan Jinlian, naked, was enjoying a peony bath, using a ladle to pour warm water from top to bottom, cascading it over her entire body. A deep sense of comfort flowed through her as she closed her eyes, savoring the soothing sensation of the shower. Meanwhile, our Gao Liang, admiring Pan Jinlian—the beauty who captivated every man of Chinese descent—found himself unconsciously drawn closer to her bathtub. Pan Jinlian, full of affection, gazed warmly at this outstanding man. She then gently kissed him, sending a delicate peony fragrance throughout Gao Liang's body. Overwhelmed by the emotion he had long suppressed, Gao Liang lost control and leapt into the large bathtub, where they enjoyed a peacock-dove bath, their bodies gently playing in the water like peacocks and doves. In the bathtub, Pan Jinlian's flowing hair surged like a tide, her fair, luminous body growing more alluring under the radiant caress. The high-lit "banana" in Jinlian's mouth became soft and tingling as she absorbed its warmth. "Jinlian! You are so beautiful! So mature! So graceful! So enchanting! So delicate! So... I represent every man across the entire Chinese land to cherish you!" High-lit poured out his emotions. Jinlian closed her eyes blissfully, utterly entranced. At this moment, High-lit lifted the "banana" he had been holding in her mouth, as if it were a pillar supporting the heavens. Jinlian deeply cherished High-lit's magnificent form. With a deep roar, High-lit launched into action. He firmly secured Jinlian's body and fully entered from behind. "Ah!" For the first time, Jinlian had been cherished by High-lit—she felt both pain and joy intertwined. Hao Liang roared, pressing deeper. Under Hao Liang's relentless storm of passion, Pan Jinlian's hair was wild, her body trembling, her form laid across the bed. "Lord! Jinlian still wants more!" After a surge of passionate movement, Hao Liang paused. Hao Liang was stunned—never in his wildest dreams had he imagined Pan Jinlian to be so bold. Damn it! A man of such refined taste, a man who should be able to satisfy any woman. Hao Liang growled, gathering his strength, then intensified his movements. Under the relentless pressure, Pan Jinlian clenched her teeth, her body continuously trembling.