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

The four of them took a taxi back to their apartment building.

Lalamove arrived at the same time with four large boxes.

The four of them worked together to carry the boxes upstairs and neatly arranged them in the middle of the living room.

Hou Qinqin was so tired that she cried out loudly. She grabbed a folding fan and lay back on the mat, fanning herself between her thighs.

Lee Hyori didn't stop, and turned to go into the kitchen.

"Hyori, stop busy," Yang Jiulang quickly stopped her, "Let's go have a seafood feast tonight, welcome to our big family, sister."

Lee Hyori smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go collect the clothes."

He turned and went to the balcony.

Yang Jiulang stared at her departing figure, his eyes filled with gentle admiration.

Zhou Wanqiu sat on a recliner, lit a cigarette, stared blankly at the four large boxes, and slowly said, "Sigh~ Three years have passed, and all I've gained is this pile of useless stuff."

Yang Jiulang smiled, sat down on the cushion, lit a Furongwang cigarette, and said with a laugh, "Humans are inherently useless."

Zhou Wanqiu forced a smile.

Hou Qinqin saw Yang Jiulang sitting next to her, so she casually put her arm around his waist and buried her face in his waist, sucking hard.

He murmured in ecstasy as he inhaled the scent: "It smells so good, this manly scent is so wonderful."

Zhou Wanqiu glanced at it, opened her mouth but held back.

Yang Jiulang frowned awkwardly and pushed him back, saying, "Go, hurry up and take a shower. I wonder if that woman's poison has splashed on you yet."

"Ah~" Hou Qinqin sat up with a start: "Oh yeah, my goodness, I forgot about that."

She stood up and ran to the bathroom, calling out to Lee Hyori as she ran, "Unnie, come take a shower quickly, there's poison!"

Lee Hyori, carrying the pajamas she had just taken down from the balcony, followed them into the bathroom.

In the living room, only the two of them remained, quietly smoking.

Zhou Wanqiu glanced at Yang Jiulang's handsome face and asked in a low voice, "Yang Jiulang, did you sleep with Lee Hyori?"

Yang Jiulang shuddered violently, staring at Zhou Wanqiu in horror: "How...how did you know?"

"I saw the way you looked at her, and it was different from how you looked at Hou Qinqin."

Yang Jiulang didn't know how to explain for a moment, and awkwardly scratched his head and said, "I'm sorry, you know, it's just the two of them, a man and a woman alone, and they're always trying to seduce me.

Zhou Wanqiu nodded: "You don't need to explain. We slept together the first time we met. How can I blame you? You're all adults. I can understand."

"Thank you, sister." Yang Jiulang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why don't you sleep with Qinqin?" Zhou Wanqiu suddenly asked again, "She's no worse than Hyori, in some ways... even better than Hyori..."

Yang Jiulang's heart tightened again, and he quickly explained, "Sister, Qinqin is still young."

"If we use the traditional Chinese age reckoning, she's already nineteen."

"Huh?" Yang Jiulang stared at Zhou Wanqiu in surprise: "Okay!"

Zhou Wanqiu glanced at Yang Jiulang: "Aren't you a college student?"

Yang Jiulang shrugged: "My knowledge base isn't that extensive."

"All right!"

The two remained silent for a while.

Just as Yang Jiulang relaxed, Zhou Wanqiu suddenly spoke up again.

"Yang Jiulang, you should sleep with Qinqin," she said.

"Huh?" Yang Jiulang was shocked again: "Sister, why is this? She's your sister."

Zhou Wanqiu took a drag of her cigarette, slowly exhaling a wisp of white smoke, and said leisurely, "Yang Jiulang, I approve of your decision to protect Qinqin, but I want to tell you that her love for you is no less than that for Xiaoli. Your favoritism is unfair to her."

Yang Jiulang was taken aback. He knew all too well that the two women's feelings for him were 95 points for Lee Hyori and 90 points for Hou Qinqin, both of whom were in the stage of intense infatuation.

Actually, he hadn't slept with her before; he only told Lee Hyori because her feelings for him weren't stable yet, using age as an excuse.

Unexpectedly, this put him on a moral high ground from which he couldn't get down.

These past few nights, with Hyori, that vigorous girl, keeping me company, although I've been eyeing her tender body, I haven't really wanted to take advantage of her.

Now that Zhou Wanqiu said that, my already restless heart started to stir again.

He bit his dry lips, cleared his throat, and nodded: "What my sister said isn't entirely unreasonable, but... oh well, never mind!"

"You don't know how to bring it up, do you?" Zhou Wanqiu asked.

Yang Jiulang nodded.

"So, Qinqin didn't know that you and Lee Hyori had already done it?"

Yang Jiulang blushed and nodded.

"How did you do that?" Zhou Wanqiu pressed.

"Okay, let's get her to sleep first."

"And then?" Zhou Wanqiu asked again, not even realizing that her breathing had become a little rapid.

"Sis~" Yang Jiulang buried his head in his crotch: "Let's not ask about the details!"

Zhou Wanqiu snapped out of her daze, quickly took a deep breath to pull herself out of that emotional state, and slowly exhaled, saying, "I'll help you explain things to the two of them tonight."

"Mmm-hmm~" Yang Jiulang nodded repeatedly.

"However..." Zhou Wanqiu hesitated for a moment, then shut her mouth and stared blankly at Yang Jiulang.

"What's wrong, sis?"

"Now, including me, there are three. I just don't know if your body can handle it~"

Yang Jiulang was stunned. Who was this guy looking down on?!

"Sister, don't worry, you probably don't know my strength yet. Oh, no, you should know my strength," Yang Jiulang puffed out his chest, exuding an air of boundless confidence, "The three of you, let alone one a day, even three a day, I can take them down, hmph!"

Looking at Yang Jiulang's childishly serious expression, all for the sake of male dignity, Zhou Wanqiu suddenly smiled.

This was the first time in days that she had smiled from the bottom of her heart.

With that smile, a crack appeared in the layer of ice she had painstakingly built to protect herself.

A slight smile curved her lips. A delicate light shimmered in her slender, phoenix-shaped eyes.

Most surprisingly, two dimples unexpectedly appeared on her cool and aloof face, small and round, flashing by like a mischievous child.

The moment the dimples appeared, her whole face seemed to light up, like moonlight falling on a lake and creating ripples.

That smile was unexpectedly beautiful and unexpectedly adorable.

Yang Jiulang was so engrossed in watching that he became completely absorbed.

He stared blankly at Zhou Wanqiu, murmuring, "Sister, your smile is so beautiful. Sister, you should smile more."

Zhou Wanqiu suddenly composed herself and reverted to her cold demeanor.

Yang Jiulang sighed deeply and shook his head, saying, "Sister, although I don't know you well, I feel that if you keep yourself so tightly guarded even when facing us, then who in this world is there for you to let your guard down and trust?"

Zhou Wanqiu's eyes reddened once again.

Yang Jiulang took out two cigarettes and lit them together. He handed one to Zhou Wanqiu and put the other in his mouth. After taking a puff, he slowly said, "Sister, open it up. It'll burn you if it's too tight."