Gao Liang and Ying'er were enjoying the scenic beauty of West Lake from a luxurious cruise boat. The boat featured an elegant lounge on the second floor, where Gao Liang and Ying'er were sipping wine and sharing songs. Since Ying'er couldn't drink alcohol, she enjoyed a cup of famous West Lake tea with Gao Liang. "Pff!" After taking a sip of tea, Ying'er spat it out. Her brows furrowed as she clutched her slightly swollen abdomen with both hands. Gao Liang, moved by her condition, gently moved her hands aside and placed his ear against her belly, then said to her, "Ying'er! I never thought the little one inside you was paddling around!" "La-la-la!" Ying'er laughed happily, "It's already been three months!" Yet a hint of displeasure lingered on her face—a look of anxiety. Gao Liang asked, "Ying'er, what's wrong?" "Husband! I no longer look as beautiful as I used to. Do you still love me and care for me as much as before?" Ying'er asked. Gao Liang replied, "In my heart, you will always be the most beautiful." "There is no one in this world who can replace you in my heart!" "Husband! I know you've been so kind to me, but you still have Zhang Yuping, Dong Jiao, Chen Yuting, Yu Di, Mi Eiko, Jing Subo, and Dai Mengna—people who need you!" Ying'er thought of her colleagues around Gao Liang, and though she didn't feel jealous, she truly loved the man before her. "Wife! I've already arranged for all of them to enjoy happy, fulfilling lives in the newly built Eden!" Gao Liang said. "Great! I'd like to go too!" As Ying'er spoke, her lips parted gently, exuding a delicate grace. Gao Liang found that even though she was six months pregnant, her charm remained—indeed, it only grew more beautiful and captivating. Ying'er's mature elegance stirred Gao Liang's heart even more. Gao Liang reached to kiss her, but Ying'er immediately stepped back. "No! No!" she said. She moved to the small office within the lounge, and when Gao Liang tried to enter, a voice called out: "Don't What on earth is Lady Tianxian up to? Gao Liang suddenly became intrigued. In just a few minutes, Ying'er stepped out of her small office with a graceful demeanor. Gao Liang was stunned. Was this really Ying'er? By heaven! She was a first-rate immortal goddess from the celestial realm—more beautiful than Chang'e of the Palace of the Moon, and ten times more radiant than the four great beauties of China. Wearing the princess gown from the Heavenly Palace, adorned with a floral crown, and draped in a flowing robe of dawn mist, Ying'er radiated such elegance that Gao Liang found his body growing increasingly excited. Ying'er was dancing for Gao Liang, and despite being six months pregnant, her movements remained charming and lively. Gao Liang sipped his fine wine, watching Ying'er dance—her performance was truly exceptional, capable of captivating any man in the world. Gao Liang himself was no exception; he was utterly enchanted by her mesmerizing dance. Holding a precious sword, Ying'er performed a graceful sword-dance, and her momentum was truly magnificent. Gao Liang nodded appreciatively, sipping his wine, and clapped enthusiastically, exclaiming, "Excellent! When Ying'er drew out her Ice-Purity Cold-Light Sword, it trembled slightly and lost control, unintentionally piercing high-lit Guangliang's face. Amid Ying'er's shriek, Guangliang swiftly used both palms to catch the sword. Ying'er collapsed into Guangliang's arms. They collided head-on. Yet Ying'er moved with astonishing speed, evading him—greatly surprising Guangliang. With the sword still under his control, Guangliang pursued her. Ying'er ran lightly along the boat, and the more Guangliang tried to catch her, the more she deftly slipped away. However, Guangliang's ability to perceive spiritual energy was unparalleled—no matter where Ying'er hid, he always found her. Eventually, he cornered her, leaving her with nowhere to go, and both exchanged complex expressions. Then, Guangliang performed an action that completely surprised Ying'er—he used her very Ice-Purity Cold-Light Sword to gently lift and drape it over her clothing. A crisp sound, and the fabric covering Ying'er's chest was lifted off. Ying'er gasped, "Ah!" High-light continued to lift the fabric, and every time he moved his hand, Ying'er would gasp again, reaching up to cover her key areas—her chest, and the mysterious region below. By the time High-light finished, Ying'er was left with only two vital spots exposed. The pale, patterned lace covering her breasts stirred High-light's passion; the semi-transparent underpants beneath her revealed a most enticing sight. His own penis had swelled high and firm already. High-light was quite dominant—he used his sword to lift the lace covering her breasts, and Ying'er quickly reached to cover herself. Yet High-light had a plan: he feigned action on the lace, instead using the sword to lift her underpants. Ying'er immediately covered herself with both hands, and said to High-light, "Husband! You're so bad!" "A man who isn't good isn't loved," replied High-light, with a mysterious smile. At that moment, Gao Liang swiftly lifted his sword and lightly poked at Ying'er's sheer garment, and with a rip, the garment fell to the ground. "Ah!" Ying'er gasped in surprise. Yet Gao Liang spurted blood from his nose. It turned out that Ying'er's two peaks of the Sacred Maiden were prominent and well-defined, with a graceful contour. The snowy, golden breasts were particularly striking. Though Gao Liang had seen Ying'er's chest many times before, this time he found it especially remarkable—her breasts had grown larger, plump and full, soft and tender to the touch, like fresh, yielding silk. While Gao Liang gently massaged and caressed her, Ying'er kept murmuring, "No, no, my husband, you're so bad!" Yet she did not push him away. Gao Liang was quite dominant, his hands roaming freely over her body. As he touched her, Ying'er breathed softly and sensuously, and to Gao Liang, those breaths sounded like the most beautiful music in the world. At that moment, a lovely song echoed from the inner room—a beautiful piece from *Journey to the West*, titled "The Girl from the Land of the Dharma." The song goes: "Who brought you to my side? It was the full moon, the flowing mountain spring, the flowing mountain spring, the flowing mountain spring. The mountain spring, like a petal dew-kissed, gently holds you, gently holds you, oh... Sha, sha, sha, li wa, sha, li wa, sha." Ying'er loved this song dearly; it stirred endless imaginings in her heart. Indeed, this song expressed a deep emotion, awakening cherished memories. High-light, while playing the game *The Legend of the West and the Moonlight Crystal Box*, had unexpectedly encountered her—this was a divine arrangement that brought them together for the first time. Through guiding High-light in training and level-ups, she helped him continually surpass himself, ultimately becoming the true God of Light in the universe. As High-light grew stronger, she too found herself increasingly drawn to him. She became his woman—his most beloved one. Together, they were immersed in the song, with High-light's hands gently flowing through the landscapes and waters of Ying'er. The two large, soft orbs in her chest were gently massaged and continuously reshaped by the bright light, causing Ying'er's eyes to grow increasingly dazed. At that moment, the song began: "Who brought you to my side? It was the brilliant stars, the clear blue sky, the clear blue sky, the clear blue sky—ah, I vow to love you deeply, with a heart full of pure longing, deeply, deeply... shah, shah, shah, liwa, liwa, shah, shah, shah, liwa, liwa, shah, shah..." The small underpants at Ying'er's lower body were torn away by the bright light, who then lifted her onto the bed and lay flat beside her. Ying'er mounted upon the bright light, and the two of them engaged in a tender, flowing union, set to the enchanting melody. Ying'er was truly beautiful—watching her move gracefully above him, her body rising and falling, her hair gently swaying, her breaths soft and delicate—this captivating sight nearly drove the bright light mad. More importantly, a delicate fragrance began to rise from Ying'er's skin. Moreover, the fragrance grew stronger and stronger, eventually filling the entire room with its delicate aroma. " heavenly fragrance! Truly heavenly!" High Bright inhaled deeply and exclaimed in awe. "Husband! Ying'er is offering you her most precious treasures without reservation! Her heart and body are completely filled with you!" At this moment, under High Bright's captivating presence, Ying'er bit her silver teeth and occasionally ran her fingers through her flowing hair—a gesture so beautiful. High Bright, full of ambition, rose and sat on the bed, shifting their posture into the lotus position of the Bodhisattva Guanyin. The two of them embraced tightly and began to kiss.