It's Dong Mengyao, it's Dong Mengyao. Only now does Gao Liang finally confirm that everything he has seen has been done by this Dong Mengyao who has never done household chores—never once washed her own clothes or cooked meals. Dong Mengyao is a girl raised at home, a true little princess, never stepping into the kitchen. She once said her skin couldn't bear smoke and had to be well cared for. Hand-washing clothes, she believed, required gentle rubbing and kneading—though washing machines are now common, sometimes they still fail to clean thoroughly, so she would manually rub the soiled areas. The detergent is alkaline and tends to wear down hands, so Dong Mengyao simply chose not to wash clothes or cook meals. For this romantic girl, beauty care has always come first. If one day she ever washes clothes or prepares meals for someone else, that would be like the sun rising from the west! At least, she never cooks for herself. Think of it—how could someone who never washes or cooks for herself possibly serve others? Of course, unless she truly wants to sacrifice for you, you at least need to be someone she genuinely likes. Sometimes, simply liking someone isn't enough—liking someone doesn't mean she has you in her heart; loving someone means she always carries you with her, thinks about you, cares for you. So, is Dong Mengyao doing this out of liking me, or out of care, or out of love? Gao Liang asked himself. "Dong Mengyao," Gao Liang called her by name this time, not using the term "little sister" anymore. In fact, he has always preferred to call her by her name, because Dong Mengyao embodies the grace of drifting freely in dreams—she's so romantic, and he truly adores that. "Oh! Brother Liang! You're back!" Dong Mengyao had just ladled a dish into a plate, clearly still inexperienced—each time she used the spatula, only a small amount of food came out. To our Gao Huang, this would be a seamless, effortless process, but Dong Mengyao found even the simplest task of serving food quite unfamiliar. She kept trying several times before finally clearing the dish from the pot. Still, what a joyful experience it must be for a beautiful woman to personally prepare a meal for herself! Usually, she had me cooking for her, but this time, it was as if the sun had risen from the west, bringing her a delightful surprise. "Dong Mengyao, you've really worked hard! Are you tired?" Gao Huang said with affection. "I'm happy to do a little more work for you, even if it's a bit tiring," Dong Mengyao replied. "Really?" Gao Huang couldn't believe it. "Yes!" Dong Mengyao blushed slightly and lowered her head a bit. "Dong Mengyao, let's go to the dining table—we have more space there," Gao Huang suggested. "Bro, this is a braised beef dish—I found it online. I'm hoping it'll help you regain your strength. Try it, okay? Do you like it?" Dong Mengyao pointed to the dish already prepared on the table, inviting her brother—who often cooked for her. "Wow! Dong Mengyao's getting quite capable now! Let me try it—uh, actually, it's delicious! Delicious!" Gao Liang picked up a piece of beef, only to pause and then choke it back down. Dong Mengyao, carefully observing him, noticed the subtle gesture and said, "Bro, this is my first time cooking. Let me try a piece!" She then took a piece of beef herself. "Phew! Phew! Phew!" Dong Mengyao immediately covered her mouth and coughed it up. "Bro, it's way too salty! I've used way too much salt! You shouldn't even try it—I can't eat it myself!" Dong Mengyao felt a bit embarrassed, not wanting to force Gao Liang to eat. "Dong Mengyao, I really love this dish—I especially love it because it's your cooking. Today, I'm going to finish every bite!" G "You still want to eat, don't you?" Dong Mengyao cooed. Gao Liang watched Dong Mengyao's cooing and was absolutely enchanted—this was no ordinary moment. It was the first time she had ever shown such endearing affection in front of him, and such a rare opportunity! If he missed it now, he'd regret it for life. So, he ate his seasoned beef briskly while gazing at this stunning beauty. The beef was savory on his tongue, yet sweet in his heart—this was exactly how he felt. "Bro, why do you keep staring at me? It's making me feel awkward! If you keep doing this, I'm going to ignore you completely!" Dong Mengyao was genuinely shy. Gao Liang was truly something else—staring so intently, as if he didn't recognize her at all. Even if he didn't know her well, he shouldn't be looking at her like that! With that, she pouted, clearly dissatisfied. The young lady was slightly displeased, yet her composed demeanor was also a kind of beauty. High Guang didn't know why, but at this moment he realized that Dong Mengyao had truly descended from the Seven Fairy Sisters, appearing before him. Just by observing her graceful appearance, he found himself drawn closer to her. Moreover, today this lovely young woman had been so thoughtful and attentive toward him—giving him countless surprises. " Dong Mengyao, I..." High Guang had already finished his beef dish. He wiped the oil from his lips with a napkin, gazing at Dong Mengyao warmly and sincerely, saying, "Dong Mengyao, I truly love you now. I love the way you're shy, the way you get angry, the way you're happy, the way you're worried—every single expression you have, I love!" "But, Brother, do you merely like me?" This question from Dong Mengyao was truly a revelation to High Guang. "Bro, now... promise me, bro, now..." Gao Hong was thrilled, his blood rushing vigorously throughout his body. A fierce, nameless flame surged in his chest, blazing so high it left him parched and dry-mouthed. He was completely out of control—his mind had gone blank, overwhelmed by the intensity of the fire. "Dong Mengyao!" Without thinking, Gao Hong suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around Dong Mengyao's slender waist, cradling her magnificent figure. Dong Mengyao blushed, trying to push him away, but Gao Hong's strength was now unstoppable. She couldn't move him. He wanted to call out, yet felt too shy to utter a single word. What could he do? At that moment, Gao Liang was driven wild. He gazed at Dong Mengyao’s delicate features, her soft, supple body radiating the distinct fragrance of a young woman, mingling with the scent he especially loved—her hair. These fragrances collided against his chest, making him feel increasingly overwhelmed. Beneath him, his body had already risen like a towering pillar, supporting Dong Mengyao’s gentle form. Dong Mengyao, too, had clearly sensed something—her face flushed, her head bowed low. Naturally, the pure, authentic beauty that our highlight has always sought—exactly what Dong Mengyao embodies. Dong Mengyao, the film school's campus beauty long coveted by him, is perfectly suited. Today, Highlight has completely lost his sense of maintaining just sibling-like feelings. He's now driven wild—he's ready to pursue what he truly wants. He begins to open his lips, gazing at Dong Mengyao's captivating lips, and simply wants to kiss her. He thinks, as soon as he touches her lips, he must passionately kiss her—kiss her thoroughly, deeply, because Dong Mengyao is so beautiful. If such a beauty isn't properly kissed, then he simply wouldn't have done his duty. And now Dong Mengyao was completely different from last time. After struggling a bit and pushing gently, which yielded no results, she had stopped making any further efforts. She was simply held tightly by Gaoqing, feeling the distinct scent emanating from him—pleasant, delightful, and utterly irresistible. The alluring masculine fragrance that came from Gaoqing’s body was so compelling that she could neither resist nor overcome it. Though she had tried to push back, she had ultimately failed. She now relaxed softly, feeling completely weightless and embraced by Gaoqing. Yet, this embrace is so warm and comforting. Since that night when Gao Liang saved him, lying in his arms all through the night—while Gao Liang himself stayed awake the entire time—he has felt an immense sense of happiness simply being held by Gao Liang. In that broad embrace, he feels as though he has found a peaceful harbor, a shelter from the wind and rain, a great tree beneath which he can rest. How wonderful! He never quite knows how it came about, but ever since that night.