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

Yang Jiulang turned off the bedroom light and lay down on the bed.

Hou Qinqin quickly rolled over, draped one leg over Yang Jiulang with the blanket, wrapped her arms around his waist, and clung to him like an octopus.

"Honey, you smell so good." She buried her face in Yang Jiulang's neck, her warm breath tickling him.

Yang Jiulang lay there stiffly, not daring to move.

"Stop fooling around, go to sleep."

"I'm not making a fuss, honey. Can you hold me while we sleep?" Hou Qinqin not only didn't let go, but hugged him even tighter. She even deliberately lifted Yang Jiulang's clothes and slipped her hand inside to knead his waist.

Yang Jiulang felt that soft body enveloping him, and he gritted his teeth and endured it, not daring to move.

"Give me a hug, or I won't be able to sleep," Hou Qinqin whispered in Yang Jiulang's ear, her warm breath seeping into his ear.

What's worse, the girl's nightgown had somehow rolled up, and the close contact between their skin almost made him lose control.

He wanted to hug her so badly, he wanted to go all in.

Yang Jiulang closed his eyes, opened his right arm, and pulled her into his embrace, saying in a muffled voice, "Sleep, I'm sleepy."

"Mmm, I'll be good."

Hou Qinqin calmed down, and as their breathing gradually became steady, Yang Jiulang also gradually suppressed his restlessness.

I didn't dare to move, hoping she would fall asleep quickly.

After sleeping for a while, just as Yang Jiulang was about to check if she was asleep, Hou Qinqin suddenly spoke up.

"Honey, can you hold me with your left arm too?"

Lose it, all previous efforts will be in vain.

Yang Jiulang had no choice but to turn to the side and hug her with his left arm as well.

In this way, the two of them ended up embracing each other tightly, face to face.

It was about to explode, so Yang Jiulang could only lean back further and further, afraid that he might accidentally...

Their hearts were pressed tightly together; though separated by skin and flesh, they could both clearly feel each other's rapid heartbeats.

Yang Jiulang recited the Diamond Sutra in his mind and tried his best to release a hypnotic aura towards the person opposite him. Finally, he felt Hou Qinqin's heartbeat calm down.

He wondered if she was about to fall asleep.

He slowly opened his eyes, only to see Hou Qinqin's gleaming eyes staring greedily at him.

"Honey, could you please use your hands?"

Yang Jiulang's mind went blank for a moment; he wanted to take action and strangle her.

She sat up abruptly, annoyed, and said, "You brat, why are you so hard to get to sleep?"

Hou Qinqin lay on the bed, suddenly feeling empty, and pouted, "I'm almost asleep!"

"I don't believe you for a second. Get up."

"Honey, what are you doing?"

"Let's sleep outside. We can't possibly sleep here together," Yang Jiulang said indignantly.

"Yay, yay, let's sleep together."

The two of them carried their pillows outside. Lee Hyori had already obediently moved to the innermost part of the room. She looked at Yang Jiulang's impatient yet helpless expression and couldn't help but grin. She complained to Hou Qinqin, "Qinqin, stop fussing around. Big brother has to get up early tomorrow!"

"Hyori is the one who knows how to be considerate." Yang Jiulang used moral blackmail against Hou Qinqin.

Sure enough, Hou Qinqin pouted, looking aggrieved, "Can't I just sleep well then?"

"You sleep on the inside, and let Hyori sleep in the middle, separating the two of us," Yang Jiulang suggested, seizing the opportunity to offer a highly constructive suggestion.

"No," Hou Qinqin pouted and shouted.

"Then you don't care about me." Yang Jiulang once again blatantly blackmailed him.

Hou Qinqin paused, hesitated for a long time, and finally agreed: "Okay then."

Lee Hyori shifted her hips to the middle, and Hou Qinqin squeezed in, lying down unwillingly.

Yang Jiulang turned off the light and lay down next to the outermost edge of the large cushion: "From now on, no one is allowed to speak. Go to sleep immediately."

After a few rustling sounds in the darkness, the three of them finally covered themselves with the blankets and quieted down.

Lee Hyori and Hou Qinqin shared one blanket, while Yang Jiulang had his own.

Yang Jiulang's heart started pounding again.

Lee Hyori was lying next to him, and the two of them had already tacitly agreed to wait for the troublesome person to fall asleep.

This silent waiting and anticipation deepened the creation of a certain emotion.

Their arms were almost touching. Yang Jiulang could feel the warmth; she had a faint scent of soap mixed with the unique fragrance of a young girl.

This is driving me crazy!

Yang Jiulang stole a glance at Hou Qinqin inside, only to see her sticking one leg out of the blanket, bare and propped up against the wall, swinging back and forth.

Go to sleep, it's too early!

Yang Jiulang let out a suppressed sigh.

"Cover yourself up and go to sleep quickly." Lee Hyori sensed Yang Gulang's low mood and quietly urged Hou Qinqin.

"Don't cover me, I'm hot," Hou Qinqin shouted. "Don't talk to me, my husband won't let me make a sound."

Yang Jiulang sighed again, looking rather sullen.

Lee Hyori heard it clearly and felt guilty, so her hand involuntarily moved towards him.

Just as Yang Jiulang was getting anxious, he suddenly felt something touch his hand under the blanket.

Yang Jiulang was startled and quickly touched it; it was Lee Hyori's finger.

As soon as he grabbed, the hand recoiled like a startled rabbit.

Yang Jiulang took a deep breath, slowly reached out his hand, and groped in the darkness until he found Lee Hyori's hand.

Her hands weren't as soft as Hou Qinqin's, but they were slender with distinct knuckles, and her palms had a thin layer of calluses from years of housework and practicing Sanda (Chinese kickboxing).

Lee Hyori's hand trembled slightly, but she did not pull it back.

The two of them held hands quietly under the covers, palm to palm, fingers slowly intertwining.

Yang Jiulang could feel that Lee Hyori's palms were sweating, and so were his.

A few minutes later, Yang Jiulang tentatively rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. Lee Hyori stiffened slightly, then relaxed and imitated him, drawing circles on the back of his hand with her thumb.

In the darkness, both of them began to breathe rapidly.

Yang Jiulang quietly turned over to face Lee Hyori. Under the covers, his hand released hers and moved up her arm until it touched her shoulder.

Lee Hyori's body was trembling slightly.

Yang Jiulang stopped.

Lee Hyori gently pressed down on Yang Gulang's hand, which was on her shoulder, from under the blanket.

It's not about pushing it away, it's about pressing it down.

It is encouragement.

As if he had received some kind of permission, Yang Jiulang slowly slid his hand over her shoulder and placed it on her waist.

Lee Hyori's waist is very thin, but it has a strong feel to it. Even through her fitted cotton thermal underwear, he could feel the taut muscles in her waist and abdomen.

As the large hand swirled, Lee Hyori's breathing gradually became heavy.

Despite my efforts to control it, I couldn't help but tremble.

She followed Yang Jiulang's example and turned to face him.

In the darkness, the two were very close, able to feel each other's breath.

Yang Jiulang moved his hand from her waist to her back, using the leverage to lean in and pull her into his arms.

Lee Hyori buried her face in his chest, her whole body trembling. Yang Jiulang could feel her heartbeat, fast as a drum.

Just then, Hou Qinqin turned over and mumbled something.

The two of them froze instantly, motionless like two statues.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, Hou Qinqin's breathing returned to evenness.

Lee Hyori lifted her head from Yang Gulang's arms. Her expression was not visible in the darkness, but Yang Gulang could feel her lips near his chin.