He was exiled to Dongguan and shot by two young women with promiscuous sexual harassment.

Lee Hyori asked mysteriously, "So, is it true?"

"What?" Yang Jiulang felt a chill run down his spine from the stare.

"Are you really... not good enough?"

"Fuck you!" Yang Jiulang roared furiously, "It's not that I can't do it to you. Let me tell you, there's only one way I'll do it: you have to let me do it unconditionally and willingly. It's not an exchange, not repaying a debt, not enduring, and there's no coercion whatsoever."

"Lee Hyori, put your hand on your chest and ask yourself, do you love me as a person? Are you lusting after my body? Ugh~"

Yang Jiulang angrily threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

Lee Hyori stared blankly at Yang Gulang, her eyes misty, then nodded after a moment and said, "You're right, I was wrong."

"Apologize~" Yang Jiulang pouted, feeling wronged.

"Huh?!" Lee Hyori stared at the weakling slumped in the recliner in front of her, shook her head and sighed, "To be honest, I was a little bit lusting after you just now, but not at all now."

"I'm not even tempted by you, hmph~"

"Holy crap!" Lee Hyori stood up and walked away to the balcony to collect the laundry.

It was getting late, and the two women spent a long time washing up in the bathroom before changing into new pajamas.

Lee Hyori was wearing a polka-dot cotton outfit, which made her already tall figure appear even more slender. The cotton pants, in particular, were so tight and shapely that they made one want to reach out and touch them.

Yang Jiulang sat on the recliner, swallowed hard, and said, "Lee Hyori, you shouldn't practice Sanda (Chinese kickboxing); you should learn to dance."

Lee Hyori asked while blowing on the horn, "Why?"

"You have the perfect physique for a dancer!"

"Tch, you know that too?"

"Don't believe me? Try it yourself!"

"Try what?" Lee Hyori put down the hairdryer, turned around, and stared at Yang Gulang, her face flushed.

Yang Jiulang felt a sense of oppression from above and unconsciously shrank back, saying, "Experts say that a standard dancer's figure is such that when the arms hang naturally, you can reach from under the crotch to the hand. You have long limbs, so there's absolutely no problem with that. Try it if you don't believe me."

Lee Hyori thought he sounded professional, so she stood up straight with her hands hanging down.

"Keep your legs slightly apart," Yang Jiulang instructed.

Lee Hyori parted her arms slightly, and her hands easily clasped together from between her legs.

Seeing that posture, Yang Jiulang swallowed hard and quickly clapped his hands, saying, "Amazing, amazing!"

Lee Hyori, seeing Yang Gulang's lewd gaze, suddenly realized how indecent her posture was. She let out a cry of surprise, let go of his hand, twisted her waist, turned her back, and cursed, "Damn it, you're no good."

Yang Jiulang thought to himself, "It's good to turn around, it's good to turn around, I like the back."

After a while, Hou Qinqin also finished her bath and came out.

Yang Jiulang let Lee Hyori go, turned his head to look, and was stunned again.

On her exquisite figure, a pink silk slip dress hung loosely, carelessly concealing every inch of her still-rosy skin.

She casually tossed her wet hair, tilted her head to wipe it, and in that innate innocence and adorable charm, she exuded a languidness and coquettishness unique to women.

"Damn it," Yang Jiulang struggled on the recliner, groaning in grievance, "You guys, sigh, I really regret buying you these pajamas. I never thought I'd be the one who suffers the most."

"Hehehehe..." Hou Qinqin approached step by step, suddenly leaning down to cover Yang Jiulang: "Husband, do you smell me?"

The warm, fragrant scent wafted into Yang Jiulang's nose, and his heart stopped beating. He quickly held his breath, his face turning red, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Let me go, I need to use the restroom."

Hou Qinqin breathed on Yang Jiulang's face: "What's so great about using a toilet?"

"I... I really can't hold it in anymore," Yang Jiulang explained.

"Let me see..."

Yang Jiulang was shocked and quickly called for help: "Lee Hyori, Lee Hyori..."

Lee Hyori laughed and said, "Let him go. If he really bursts, he can cry!"

"Hmph," Hou Qinqin straightened up, "Honey, go take a shower. I'll keep you company tonight."

Yang Jiulang shook his head repeatedly: "No need, no need, we agreed to sleep in separate beds."

"Not tonight," Hou Qinqin said confidently, straightening her posture. "With all these injuries, what if something happens if I don't keep an eye on you?"

Lee Hyori casually added, "It's only because you're watching over her that things will go wrong."

Yang Jiulang escaped into the bathroom, flushed the toilet, and washed up quickly.

Covered in pain, he couldn't take a shower.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw two women curled up on the new bed playing on their phones.

Yang Jiulang tiptoed back to the bedroom.

Little did she know that Hou Qinqin had already seen it. She tossed her phone aside and followed her in: "Honey, have you taken a shower?"

Yang Jiulang frowned: "My back hurts so much, how can I take a shower?"

Hou Qinqin was taken aback: "Oh yeah, I forgot. But we rolled around in the woods today, we're all dirty, how can we clean ourselves up without washing?"

"It's okay, I'll wash tomorrow," Yang Jiulang yawned. "You go to sleep, I'm going to sleep too."

"You don't need to wash your back, I'll wipe the rest of the body for you."

"No need, no need, I've already washed everything from my neck down," Yang Jiulang quickly replied.

"There are other places too."

Without waiting for a reply, Hou Qinqin went to the bathroom and brought over a basin of hot water.

"Lie down."

"I can't lie down."

"What's wrong?"

"My back hurts."

"Oh, I forgot, then lie down~"

"Really, you don't need to."

"Good boy/girl~"

Yang Jiulang pulled over the pillow and lay down.

Hou Qinqin dampened a towel and gently wiped the wound, avoiding the affected area.

The warm towel felt comfortable, and Yang Jiulang slowly relaxed.

until......

The little hand gently pulled down the shorts.

Yang Jiulang straightened his neck.

"Don't move~" Hou Qinqin commanded sternly in her soft voice.

Yang Jiulang sighed, pulled the pillow over his head, and covered it.

He's tired, he can't take it anymore, whatever happens, happens...

Fortunately, Hou Qinqin not only had a career but also a bottom line; she ultimately refrained from touching anything she shouldn't have.

"Alright, go to sleep!" Hou Qinqin took the basin of water and went out.

Yang Jiulang breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Before he could even catch his breath, Hou Qinqin came in again. She slammed the light off and jumped onto the bed with a crisp sound.

Yang Jiulang sat up abruptly and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'll sleep with you. I'm worried about your injury." Hou Qinqin turned Yang Jiulang over and naturally lay down inside him.

"No," Yang Jiulang said angrily, "Is this little injury enough to kill me?"

Hou Qinqin flipped over and pounced on Yang Jiulang, covering his mouth with her small hand: "Don't talk nonsense, stop talking nonsense, it will come true."

The little hand was warm. In that instant, Yang Jiulang actually twisted his head like a dog and rubbed his face against the little hand.

"Holy crap!" Hou Qinqin exclaimed, "Honey, so you like this?"

Yang Jiulang was stunned. He never expected that he had such dog-like tendencies, especially in front of a silly young woman. He felt incredibly embarrassed and slapped her hand away, saying, "Get out of here, okay? Don't bother me."

Hou Qinqin froze there, remaining in the squatting position for a long time without moving.

Yang Jiulang regretted it as soon as he yelled, but admitting his mistake was out of the question.

He turned his face away from her, but he knew that her eyes must be filled with tears.

"Go, go sleep outside!" Yang Jiulang's voice softened a little.

Hou Qinqin didn't move, sobbing, "Uncle, if you're annoyed with me, just tell me."

Yang Jiulang felt a pang of pain in his heart. He took her small hand and squeezed it gently. "How could I bother you? You know I'm not available these days."

"Okay," Hou Qinqin nodded heavily, "Then I won't disturb your sleep. If you feel pain at night, just call me."

Yang Jiulang nodded.

Hou Qinqin lifted her nightgown, stepped over Yang Jiulang, then suddenly turned back, pecked him on the cheek, and giggled as she left.