Dong Mengyao was touched to tears. "Liang, you've taken such serious injuries for me!" She remembered how, during the struggle with the assailants, Gao Liang had been slashed by that long chopping blade and had bled profusely. "Does it hurt? Let me check!" Dong approached Gao, gently lifting his arm. "Not at all, I'm fine," Gao smiled. Yet with that smile, both Dong and Gao themselves were astonished. How could there be no trace of blood at all? Where was the wound? Where was that long gash? Dong was completely stunned. "Liang, I clearly saw your blood flowing out just now—how come there's not a single drop of blood here now? That's so strange! Liang, I'm looking all around you now, and all I can see are faint, thread-like marks—like where the wound is healing!" Liang, my hand—last time, my hand was cut by a knife and spilled a lot of blood. Yet you just gently held it with your mouth, and suddenly I didn’t feel any pain at all, and the wound disappeared completely, as if by magic. This time, it’s even more miraculous. A massive chopping blade, powerful enough to be lethal—yet for me, you stepped forward bravely, and fortunately, you came out unharmed! I’m so happy, Liang! I’m so happy! Dong Mengyao was deeply moved, speaking rapidly, full of both astonishment and joy. Liang himself was also surprised, because this injury was nearly life-threatening, yet he felt absolutely no pain at all—only a slight sensation of the blade gliding across his arm. He recalled the first time in the eyewear shop in Binhai City, when he fought off two thugs and was stabbed in the eye, which caused pain but no bleeding. Then, the second time, when he gently held Dong Mengyao’s left index finger after it was cut by the knife, the wound healed instantly with just a brief contact. This time, however, the injury was the deepest, yet it too healed completely. What's going on? Could it be that I have extraordinary abilities—like Liu Xiang's speed, greater strength, or faster wound healing? I don't understand. If I do have special powers, why haven't anyone taught them to me? Could it be due to practicing Chinese martial arts? But Li Luong's martial arts were very real and grounded. What kind of powers are these? How can I explain this? Gao Liang remained utterly puzzled. That day, both of them were exhausted. Dong Mengyao asked Gao Liang to lie down on the Simalong bed to rest, but Gao Liang kept being polite and refusing. Eventually, Dong Mengyao gave in and lay down herself. Gao Liang still slept on the single foldable bed that Dong Mengyao had bought. Between the two beds stood a deep emerald-colored curtain, like a wall separating the two. At precisely 12:30 a.m., Dong Mengyao suddenly woke up from a nightmare, screaming, "No! No!" Gao Liang quickly rushed over. Dong Mengyao was terrified, like a bird startled from its flight, and dove into the broad embrace of Gao Liang. This broad-heartedness is warm and secure. Dong Mengyao leaned closely against Gao Liang's chest, completely disregarding her reserved dignity and bashfulness, for at this moment she was entirely overwhelmed by fear. What mattered most was simply feeling safe. The terrifying scene from the day was vividly fresh in her mind, and now, another nightmare had struck her. How much a romantic girl longed for a sense of security! Gao Liang couldn't push her away either—he could only allow this graceful young woman to rest against him. Dong Mengyao was so beautiful! A campus beauty par excellence, someone she had always dreamed of, even someone she might have only encountered once in a lifetime. Though she had more opportunities than others to interact with this young lady, she had only offered her practical support in daily life, rather than engaging deeply with her on a personal or emotional level. Indeed, she had never taken the time to truly gaze upon this very beauty before. At this moment, Dong Mengyao was like a delicate bird nestled close to him—pure and endearing, truly heartwarming. Moreover, in his arms, her soft, warm body radiated a gentle fragrance—Dong Mengyao’s own alluring scent. Her hair, flowing like a waterfall, was especially beloved by Gao Liang, who cherished the aroma of her hair. Now, her hair rested against his chest, allowing him to fully immerse himself in the scent of this girl who had longed for him so deeply. How beautiful! Simply breathtaking! Gao Liang’s heart surged with passion; his arousal had grown tall and firm beneath him, and his lips had grown dry. He gazed at Dong Mengyao’s inviting, plump lips, moist and smooth, yearning to lean in and kiss her—this beloved woman he had longed for. So, Gao Liang shifted slightly and lowered his head, ready to make the move. Yet Dong Mengyao remained drowsy, eyes closed, and her body trembled slightly—seeming to drift once again into a dream. Her lips moved slightly, as if she were about to speak, her face revealing a look of fear—clearly, she had not yet fully awakened from her nightmare. The tremor startled Gao Huang, who suddenly snapped back to awareness: Gao Huang absolutely could not take advantage of her. He and she were merely siblings; he could only be a good brother to her. Thinking of his mother, a wise woman, if Dong Mengyao refused, he would not insist. Gao Huang was a man of seven feet tall, a true man of stature—what man could not find a wife? Moreover, he already had several wives, all stunningly beautiful. Even if Dong Mengyao were beautiful, if she were not genuinely committed or fully willing, then why should Gao Huang hesitate? As he thought this, Gao Huang tried to gently push her away while she was asleep, hoping to set her aside. Yet Dong Mengyao, though asleep, would not let go—she clung tightly to his waist, her head and body resting against his chest. Gao Liang sighed and had no choice but to let her lean against and rest in his arms, while he himself remained awake all night. Gao Liang remarked, "Dong Mengyao, finding a job has been so difficult for you. I must do something to help you out." When Dong Mengyao woke up, she found herself tightly nestled in Gao Liang's arms—having stayed that way all night, and Gao Liang had not closed his eyes at all. She was deeply touched and blushed, saying, "Brother Gao, I've truly caused you so much trouble!" "Young sister, just stay at home for a few days. You've been getting thinner lately. Don't rush to look for a job yet—believe me, the right opportunity will come, and both the job and the bread will follow." Gao Liang comforted Dong Mengyao. "But I can't stay with you forever, adding trouble to you!" When she said this, Dong Mengyao lowered her head slightly, her voice soft and shy. "You're a young woman, traveling in a foreign land, with no relatives or friends. And I'm your brother. It seems fate has decided that I must "Having said that, he pulled out a few banknotes from his pocket and said, 'Little sister, I have 80,000 yen here. Take it as your living expenses and stay at home. If I have time, I'll visit you often. If you like the meals I cook, I'll make them whenever I can!' Dong Mengyao was deeply moved. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she said emotionally, 'Brother, you're so kind! But I feel I've let you down!' 'Don't say that—how could you possibly have let me down?' Gao Liang smiled. Dong Mengyao remembered the time a few days ago when she had given him a solid, forceful slap—so strong that even she had been surprised: 'Brother Gao, during my time in Binhai, I once hit you hard. Are you still in pain?' 'Why bring up that incident now? That was my fault back then—I was too impulsive, and I didn't treat you with enough respect. Please forgive me!' Gao Liang now felt completely at ease. His tone was sincere and open, and indeed, he had been quite impulsive that day. "Bro, I really feel like I can't do without you now. Since you've been away from home, I've been missing something essential—my life feels like it's lost its direction. But after you saved me this time, I've come to truly depend on you being by my side. I'm so afraid—the people in society are so cunning and dangerous. That's something I never imagined when I stepped out of school. I need you close to me to feel safe!" Dong Mengyao was genuinely startled during this job interview. Now she truly understands how complex and ever-changing society is—like a vast, turbulent sea—and she feels like a lone boat adrift, constantly facing danger. She needs a harbor where she can anchor and find stability. And right now, this brother seems like a promising place to begin to rely on. She believes this will be a warm, secure harbor. "Then just stay at home. Don't look for a job. After all, it's my duty as your brother to take care of you. Don't be shy about it," Gao Liang has grown fond of Dong Mengyao. After all, this young sister is just a recent graduate stepping into the professional world. As her elder brother, I should definitely offer her more support.