After spending an entire night embracing him, I've grown increasingly attached to him. If I don't see him during the day, I feel uneasy; only when I see him do I feel at peace. Whether this is love or just affection, Dong Mengyao can't quite tell. But one thing is certain—Highlight is someone I can't do without. Without him, I feel as though I've lost something precious, and my mind is constantly unsettled. Now, as he's about to kiss me, can I still fight as I did last time, giving him a solid slap? Can I even hit him now? Can I actually move my hands? Though my hands are able to reach out, I still hesitate to hurt him. Watching this brother who has made so many sacrifices for me, I feel deeply grateful. He has taken care of my daily life and meals, causing me countless troubles and adding a significant burden—just thinking about staying here, I feel overwhelmed. He has always been reluctant to take the large king-sized bed, preferring to sleep in the small alcove for a long time. It wasn't until I arranged for him to move to the fold-out bed that he finally did, and even then, he used a curtain to separate us—what a precious gesture! How could any man not have emotions and desires? Yet, throughout all this time, he has never once shown any infidelity to me—this clearly demonstrates his unwavering commitment to his personal integrity. Moreover, it was precisely at a crucial moment that he saved me and even sustained an injury for me. Fortunately, he recovered quickly and remained unharmed—what a blessing indeed! High-light, if you truly wish to kiss me—though this is my first kiss—I will give it to you, as long as you need it, because you are such a remarkable man and have treated me so well. I will no longer slap you. With this thought, Dong Mengyao blushed deeply, closed her eyes with contentment, and waited for High-light's first kiss. High Light was delighted to see Dong Mengyao's gentle, charming, and sweet demeanor. He lowered his head, while Dong Mengyao closed her eyes blissfully, eagerly awaiting the precious moment of their first kiss. Just three centimeters away from their lips, a sudden, urgent phone ring startled both of them. Dong Mengyao opened her eyes, quickly stepping out of High Light's embrace, while our High Light looked visibly disappointed—what a wonderful opportunity for close connection with Dong Mengyao, ruined by this relentless phone call. He answered impatiently. A soft voice came through: "Husband! Where are you? My parents aren't well! Please come back quickly!" "What? They're fine, aren't they? How can that be? Hold on—I'll be there right away!" After speaking, High Light turned to Dong Mengyao and said, "I'll come back as soon as I finish this." Then, without looking back, he walked away. Dong Mengyao was left standing, full of disappointment. After all the effort to come back, she only just arrived—only to have to leave again. Subconsciously, she now felt she could not do without Gao Liang. Meiji was about to respond when the door of the operating room opened, revealing two doctors drenched in sweat, with a group of nurses trailing behind. Meiji quickly grasped the doctors' sleeves and said, "Doctor! My parents..." "Ah! It's too late!" one doctor sighed. "We've used the most advanced equipment to detect the infection in their lungs, but we simply can't pinpoint the exact location. Without a precise diagnosis, we can't proceed with surgery!" The other doctor shook his head helplessly. "Doctor, please! Help us! Think of something! As long as you can heal my parents, I'll do anything!" Meiji, a devoted daughter, deeply moved High Guang, who also valued filial piety. Without a word, Guang rushed into the operating room. Within five minutes, he emerged and exclaimed, "Doctor! Hurry up and perform the surgery! The condition of both patients is localized around a spot the size of a glass bead in the lower left part of their lungs!" "Boy! Don't just make it up!" "We can't detect it even with our most advanced detectors—how could you possibly see it with just your eyes? Impossible! Impossible!" The two physicians voiced their skepticism once again. "Husband, are you absolutely certain?" Meiji looked at Gao Liang with eyes as clear and calm as a lake. "Believe me!" Gao Liang's words carried conviction. The two doctors, no longer hesitant, proceeded with the surgery after the family signed and sealed the consent forms. Gao Liang, Meiji, Lin Guojun, and Wang Zhiqiang waited outside for about two hours. When the surgery room door opened, the doctors still had large beads of sweat on their foreheads. A line of nurses followed them out. "Doctor! Has the surgery been successful?" Meiji asked with growing anxiety. "Your parents have—have—" The doctors were so excited that they could hardly form complete sentences. Meiji burst into tears, Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang nodded in quiet admiration, yet in contrast, Gao Liang remained calm and composed. Before Meiji could continue to pour out tears, the two doctors had already covered their rapidly beating chests, sighed in admiration, and said, "Outstanding! Young man! Your diagnosis was incredibly precise! The surgery was a resounding success! Both patients have now escaped danger and will be discharged and fully recovered within three days!" "Wow!" Meiji transformed from worry to joy, leaping three feet high, hugged Gao Liang tightly, and kissed him three times—her red lipstick marks now visible on his forehead and cheeks. Gao Liang felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. That same day, when Miyamoto and his wife learned that it was Gao Liang who had saved them, they were both deeply moved. Meiji looked at Gao Liang with wide, sparkling eyes and said, "Husband, your eyes are even more accurate than the detectors! Do you have super vision, like x-ray sight?" "You tell me, wife!" Gao Liang didn't answer, just smiled warmly. Meiji smiled in return. The next day, Gao Liang returned home to Línhai. As soon as she stepped in, Dong Mengyao's face was clouded with gloom, her expression clearly displeased. "Xiaolong! It rained yesterday—why didn't you come home? Where did you go? Why didn't you even say a word to me? Remember, you promised me you'd come back as soon as you got off work. You must keep your word. Even if you couldn't make it back, a phone call or a text message would have been enough!" As she spoke, she noticed that Gao Liang, who had always worn his familiar suit, was now dressed in a fresh, elegant one. "Also, where's your shirt? Where is that one? I'd like to wash it for you. Your shirt is so refined—I'll check, oh! It's almost new. But I'm sure you didn't buy it yourself, right? Was it a gift? If so, from whom? Tell me, where did you spend the night yesterday?" Now, Dong Mengyao truly cares about Gao Liang—something that wasn't true before, and even if it had been, never with such meticulous attention! This surprised Gao Liang—when had his sister become so concerned about him? When had this started? Just then, Dong Mengyao spoke again: "Do you know, yesterday I prepared the meals and waited for you all night, but you never came back. I was really worried! The wind and rain outside were so strong—I was so afraid something might happen to you!" "Dong Mengyao, you're truly wonderful! I know you've been kind to me, but I've let you down." Gao Liang felt deeply guilty. "Hit me!" At that moment, Gao Liang extended his left cheek and made a gesture for Dong Mengyao to hit him. "Why should I hit you? I just can't bring myself to do it right now. All I need is for you to be by my side. These days, I've felt so empty inside, so lonely—I really need you to come back and stay with me." Dong Mengyao's words left Gao Liang both surprised and deeply touched. "Alright, Dong Mengyao—I'll be with you!" Gao Liang couldn't let Dong Mengyao down. "It's getting late—go to bed now!" "Highlighted a bit tired these days, he wanted to go to bed early and rest, while also wanting Dong Mengyao to rest early. As he spoke, he walked toward his bed—the single fold-out bed." "Bright-bro! Don't sleep on the single fold-out bed anymore—I want you to stay with me!" Dong Mengyao's soft, pleasant voice reached Highlight's ears, gentle, slightly shy, and delicate.