Previously, when Ying'er was by her side, she would always call out early, "Master! Wake up! Wake up quickly! It's time to practice and upgrade!" High-light would promptly rise and begin practicing. This time, however, with Ying'er no longer nearby, High-light had lost one key supervisor. Still, overall, High-light remained quite self-motivated—though lately, due to the renewed efforts to elevate the Desire to Become a God group, his schedule has been extremely busy and he feels quite exhausted. Well then! Today, no practice! He'll catch up tomorrow. Old Zhi will continue to conserve and strengthen his energy. High-light still intends to stay in bed. But the little beauty crouched at the foot of the bed is absolutely furious! Hmph! Husband! With Ying-jie gone, you've lost all discipline—yet when I'm here, you won't dare to sneak off to sleep again! The little beauty has many clever ideas. She suddenly thought of a splendid plan: play some eerie music to wake High-light up! Hear the haunting melodies and see how long he can keep sleeping! This music is drawn from the ambient score of "The Lonely Ridge," and it's incredibly eerie. The young lady truly regrets it—though Guo Liang sleeps soundly and unharmed, she herself is deeply startled by her intuition. The ethereal voices evoke a tangible sense of the devil's presence, and she's genuinely stunned to find, right beside her, right before her eyes, dozens, hundreds, even countless ghostly figures with fierce, grim faces laughing at her: "Come on, give us your life! Give us your life now!" "Husband, I'm so afraid!" While the young lady is actually most afraid of ghost films, she dared to play this most haunting piece of music in hopes of convincing Guo Liang to stop sleeping in until later. At the same time, she feels many dark silhouettes approaching her, steadily closing in around her. The young beauty quickly climbed onto Gaoliang's bed, her body trembling continuously. One corner of the quilt was lifted, and she gasped in surprise, discovering that her husband was completely naked—truly bare. Her face flushed deeply, especially when she accidentally caught sight of his robust, erect morning erection, which filled her with both fear and a growing sense of attraction. Gao Liang slightly rolled over. The young lady, terrified by the ghosts she had seen, was visibly shaken—her chest rising and falling with each breath. Dressed in a nurse's uniform, she looked exceptionally pure and adorable. Gao Liang admired this rare beauty, breathing heavily. As the young lady tried to move away from him, Gao Liang firmly held her in place, turning to Yu Di and saying, "Madam! Don't go! My husband is truly lonely!" "I'm so afraid of those ghosts..." The young lady remained in a state of fear. Gao Liang gently stroked her long, flowing black hair with strong, steady hands, watching her wearing a Japanese nurse's cap and uniform—reminding him momentarily of the beautiful nurse portrayed by Aoi Kō, as seen in AV scenes. Man, his own wife is more beautiful than Aoi Ayaka. In the past, he was so busy that he never took the time to truly appreciate his fourth wife. This time, by chance, he discovered that his fourth wife was a "stunning, ethereal beauty" — a truly breathtaking woman. It was the first time in his life that she had been looked at so warmly and admiringly by him, and she felt utterly uncomfortable. Though the man before her was his husband, something about the way he gazed at her — so intensely, so passionately — made her heart race, her breath quicken, and her mind go blank, all tangled and disoriented. One hand, suddenly becoming quite indiscreet, began fondling the young beauty's chest. Xiao Qiong started to hum softly. That enchanting scene was absolutely mesmerizing, sending Highliang's heart racing. No more hesitation—now, right away! He boldly tugged at the young woman's underpants, "No! No! Husband!" Yu Die began to intervene. "Why? Why won't you agree with me?" Highliang was puzzled. "Husband! Listen! I'm about to climax!" Though Xiao Qiong had been lying, her heartbeat was accelerating rapidly. Highliang didn't care—he was simply following his own instincts. Once he decided to act, he would see it through. "Smack!" A loud slap rang out—unbelievable, it was actually the fourth wife who gave him a firm punch, leaving Highliang completely stunned. They had expected it to be as easy and smooth as in the past, but lately, Gao Liang has felt profoundly lonely. Though his career has flourished, the beautiful women by his side have not kept pace. He feels deeply isolated. This time, his only beloved has unexpectedly refused him. "Husband! Do you know why I hit you?" Rain Diee's two clear tears flowed down. Gao Liang watched as the young woman's eyes sparkled, as if she had many things to say. Gao Liang wanted to know, yet he didn't need to know. All he wanted to do was to rise and leave. For Gao Liang, he never forces any of the beautiful women around him—never before, never now, never in the future. "I'm leaving! Take care!" Gao Liang reached to get up, and at this moment, all he wanted was to swiftly depart from this woman. "No! I won't let you go! I haven't finished what I have to say yet!" Rain Diee pulled him back, gently stroking the face he had just hit, and softly leaned close to his ear, saying, "Husband!" I'll hit you so that you'll never forget me! Because I love you! I want to be your favorite consort—forever and ever! Highlight heard this from the fourth lady-mistress and was instantly filled with passion. He embraced Yu Di tightly, as if holding a precious treasure, tenderly caressing her. At that moment, Yu Di was gentle, allowing her husband to stroke her all over. The subtle fragrance of her body drifted into Highlight's nostrils, captivating his heart and making him yearn for her. Naturally, Highlight radiated a certain presence—a field of energy that every beautiful woman longed for. This energy, drawing upon the essence of the universe and synthesizing the finest elements of heaven, earth, and humanity, exerted a powerful attraction on every woman it touched. The two of them began to kiss passionately, unable to resist the growing tide of emotion.