He was as wild and stubborn as a bull, roughly pulling open Dong Mengyao's white evening gown, now fully exposing her chest to the bright, focused lighting. Oh, how he wanted to kiss Dong Mengyao's RF—there was a clear sense of discomfort and urgency in the lighting! At this moment, although Dong Mengyao had sipped a bit of red wine and her cheeks were flushed like peach blossoms, she wasn't as drowsy as Gao Liang. Her mind remained somewhat alert, though not fully clear—she was a little foggy, yet still able to perceive what Gao Liang was doing to her. When she saw Gao Liang clearly wanting her, her face turned bright red, and she tried to push him away. But where could she push him? Instead, Gao Liang's desire for possession grew stronger and stronger. The more she tried to resist, the more irrational he became—driven purely by raw impulse and passion, with no sense of reason. He simply couldn't bear not to do what he wanted. His erect penis quickly swelled, lifting the crotch of his pants and forming a full tent. So, at this moment, there's no need to emphasize how colorful the highlights are—especially when facing this delicate, charming, top-tier beauty, a film school campus star. If she didn't feel a strong, genuine impulse, that would have been unusual. Moreover, Dong Mengyao has already become his girlfriend, even though he still hesitates slightly in accepting it. In reality, Dong Mengyao has already regarded him as the most important man in her life. Since he successfully held her at Tokyo International Airport, their relationship has evolved beyond that of siblings. High-light now directly calls her Dong Mengyao, and Dong Mengyao naturally refers to him as "Liangge." This mutual acceptance in their titles reflects exactly what she has repeatedly emphasized and insisted upon. He has to follow suit. And this is actually a good thing—Dong Mengyao is indeed quite intelligent. With these familiar titles, he now genuinely feels that Dong Mengyao is his girlfriend, no longer sensing the lingering sense of being just siblings. Dong Mengyao, Dong Mengyao—you're an exceptional girl, both beautiful and talented. Who could resist a smart, lovely girl like you? I, Gao Liang, am no wooden statue. This is my fate to meet you. Indeed, having you as the girl I deeply admire in this lifetime—what more could I possibly ask for? Gao Liang had thought deeply about this. Though initially dazed and slightly tipsy, he began to clear his mind the moment Dong Mengyao looked at him with her shy, captivating gaze, speaking softly and hesitantly as if barely able to hold her breath. Her gentle eyes and melodic voice soothed the growing tension in Gao Liang’s nerves. Dong Mengyao is tender—this dreamy girl is soft, delicate, like a light, steady rain gently nourishing Gao Liang’s heart. Gao Liang cherishes the moments when Dong Mengyao enters his inner world, longing to share with her the most beautiful, most cherished moments of life. At this very moment, both Gao Liang and Dong Mengyao wish to experience this most thrilling, most beautiful, most cherished moment of their lives. Let us just say that. Although Dong Mengyao was passive and deeply shy, she quietly accepted this outstanding man—Gao Liang, her deeply loved boyfriend. Gao Liang, on the other hand, was energized by the alcohol, which acted as a catalyst, stimulating every nerve in his body—making him impulsive and losing his sense of reason, yet also becoming gradually清醒 in the gentle, beautiful presence of Dong Mengyao. But now, they could no longer wait. Two people, two deeply in love souls, had to experience a more profound, breathtaking convergence—just as Dong Mengyao sang on stage today in "Tianxiang": "A gentle spiritual convergence, a subtle resonance that intoxicates; for the sake of beauty, this life, I would die without regret." Indeed, as long as he could share a passionate, intimate encounter with a woman like Dong Mengyao, Gao Liang wouldn't have lived in vain. Even if he died, he would still love—this was exactly the feeling. For love, he would never regret. So, let him make a mistake—whether right or wrong—now, right here, make it. Even if it's a mistaken love, it would still be beautiful and utterly without regret. Guangliang made a mistake—off he went, off he went, but just when it mattered most, his phone rang: “Silence doesn’t mean my fault. Separation isn’t the only outcome. I just haven’t quite figured out how to tell you…” My goodness! Guangliang’s phone ringtone was actually set to Guifeng and Si Qin Gaoli’s classic song, “Mistake.” He felt utterly helpless—though he had originally chosen this song precisely because he loved it, now it was ringing at this very moment, which was absolutely unexpected and deeply disruptive! What a disturbance to his own beautiful moment! And now he’s making a mistake? Is it even reminding me of my own mistake? Guangliang hesitated. His hand, which had been gently pulling at Dong Mengyao’s elegant, floral-patterned white triangle pants, paused—should he interrupt now, or would Dong Mengyao’s most alluring charms be fully revealed? But who was calling? Guangliang answered with growing impatience, and on the other end, a gentle female voice came through: “Husband, what are you doing now?” Oh! Meiji, Meiji's voice—bright and stunning! How powerful it was! What is going on now? What am I doing? What am I doing? I'm doing—doing—watching Dong Mengyao still shyly closing her eyes, glowing with happiness. My penis is firm and rigid beneath me, my chest blazing with heat, as if a volcano had erupted! What am I doing? What am I doing? I'm asking myself. No, I can't. I can't. Meiji is my little wife! I promised her—I have to be responsible to her. I can't do anything that would hurt her now. Dong Mengyao is also my girlfriend! I still have my big wife, Dai Mengna. I have three women—can I really manage that? Highlight is conflicted. Dong Mengyao is such a promising girl. She's pure. I can't ruin her. Even though we're already in a romantic relationship, loving her doesn't necessarily mean I have to possess her. She should have a bright future ahead. She's a girl who loves romance. If I claim her too early, I'll certainly feel satisfied, but it would be unfair to Dong Mengyao. At least, I'd be erasing her future opportunities and happiness. No, I must be rational. I cannot make mistakes—no, absolutely not. Mei Ji's phone call was just in the right moment! It's not at all unfair to disturb her. This might very well be fate—arranging that I don't claim Dong Mengyao too soon, so she can have her chance. She's going to the film school for further studies, with vast and truly limitless potential ahead. I should give her more room to pursue romance and dreams, even though it will be painful for me. In this way, Dong Mengyao can be truly happy. Yes, the highest form of love is self-sacrifice—enduring one's own suffering, unwilling to let the person one loves suffer even slightly. Indeed! I, a proud and upright man, though Dong Mengyao is so graceful and captivating in front of me, must still restrain myself. I had to stay composed—no room for mistakes, otherwise it would be unfair to Dong Mengyao. Yes, I must let go. There's a kind of love that means letting go. That's true. To love her means to release her, to give her happiness, to grant her the freedom and space to find her own love. Gao Liang had thought deeply about this. Just now, his hand that had paused and then finally stepped away—now fully released. He didn't answer the words on the other end of the phone; he simply hung up. He'd explain it to Meiji later. At this moment, anything he said would be superfluous. Gao Liang was now exceptionally clear-minded. He watched Dong Mengyao's shy expression, her alluring body, and despite his inner urge to act, he suppressed it, speaking with a tone of regret: "Dong Mengyao, today—I'm so sorry today!" The sound of his regret reached Dong Mengyao's ears. Suddenly, she rose from the bed. Her bright eyes dimmed—clearly, she didn't like hearing him say "I'm sorry," because just moments before, within her, a voice had been quietly saying, "I "Highlight, you're so silly. I'm willing—why won't you take me? Why? Do I not measure up to you? Do you not love me? Really, do you not love me?" Dong Mengyao's eyes grew solemn and poignant, her expression deeply touching, which created an invisible pressure on Gao Liang. He stood there, speechless, unsure of what to do. At that moment, a song played from the laptop, "It's Hard to Say I Love You," performed by Wang Zhiwen and Dai Rao: "It's not easy to say you love someone—it takes so much courage..." The beautiful, soothing melody reached Gao Liang and Dong Mengyao, instantly easing their hearts. Dong Mengyao's earlier melancholy transformed into current bashfulness, while Gao Liang's initial stillness gave way to a lively, youthful energy. He now gazed at Dong Mengyao with deep affection. At this moment, Dong Mengyao grew shy, her face turning bright red.