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

The old woman was struck on the back with a bamboo stick, and she turned around with a cry of "Ouch!"

Yang Jiulang also stood up abruptly, staring at the fierce-looking middle-aged man.

"Why did you hit me?" the woman cried out, trembling.

"This area is my responsibility, all the bottles belong to me, you can go pick them up somewhere else." The middle-aged man snatched the plastic bag from the old woman and dumped more than a dozen bottles on the ground with a splash.

"You, what right do you have to steal other people's things?" the woman shouted as she tried to snatch them.

The middle-aged man didn't say anything, but raised the bamboo stick and lashed it at the old woman again...

Yang Jiulang lunged forward, grabbed the man's wrist, and glared at him, shouting, "What are you doing?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, struggled a few times but failed to break free, glared at Yang Jiulang and cursed: "Fuck you, it's none of your business, let me go."

"Hmph, you're asking for death." Yang Jiulang secretly increased the pressure on his hand, his grip like an iron vise, trying to squeeze him to death.

The middle-aged man's brows slowly furrowed, then tightened into a knot, his face showing terror as he struggled and groaned in pain.

"Ouch, you, you let go of me, ouch..."

"Let you go?" Yang Jiulang sneered. "Fine, but do you still dare to act so presumptuously here?"

"I won't dare, I won't dare, please, break it, break it, ah~." The middle-aged man was already kneeling on the ground in pain.

Yang Jiulang then released his grip, flung him several meters away, and cursed, "Get lost!"

The middle-aged man got up, glared at Yang Jiulang, and walked away cursing.

At this moment, Even was already squatting on the ground, helping the old lady pick up the scattered bottles.

The woman kept repeating, "Thank you, thank you."

Looking at the old woman's hunched figure and full head of white hair, Yang Jiulang couldn't understand how she had climbed up step by step, nor could he understand why she would go to such lengths for just a few bottles.

He felt a tightness in his chest, patted his pockets, realized he had no cash, shook his head, and sighed softly.

Even understood his thoughts, stepped forward, took out five red bills from his sports fanny pack, and stuffed them into the old woman's hand: "Auntie, please take this and go home quickly. It's not safe on this mountain, so don't come here again."

The woman was startled and repeatedly declined, saying, "No, no, that's too much..."

"Take it." Even stuffed the money into the old woman's pocket and pulled Yang Jiulang away.

After walking a few steps, Yang Jiulang said, "Boss, the 500 is on me. I'll transfer it to you via WeChat."

"Need not."

"That won't do." Yang Jiulang insisted on turning around.

Even stopped and turned to look at him: "Engineer Yang, I'm not a heartless person. That five hundred is mine. If you really want to give it to me, I can lend it to you again."

He then counted out another five hundred and handed them to Yang Jiulang.

Yang Jiulang was stunned for a moment, then smiled happily, took the money, and turned to chase after the old woman.

The woman was stunned. In a short while, she suddenly had a thousand yuan in her hand. Had she met a living Buddha?

The woman was so moved that her eyes welled up with tears, and she called out to the two of them, "Young man, young woman, I wish you both a healthy baby boy."

Even froze, frowned, and muttered, "What the heck is this?!"

Yang Jiulang chuckled and called out to the older woman, "Thanks!"

Even raised her fist and punched Yang Jiulang on the shoulder.

Yang Jiulang shifted his stance slightly, and his small fist slammed into Yang Jiulang's chest.

This gesture, reserved for couples, was undeniably intimate. Even's heart fluttered, her face flushed, and she exclaimed "Oh dear!" before turning and walking away.

Yang Jiulang chuckled and followed behind, watching the yoga pants rub against her step by step, feeling that the straight legs were even tighter than before.

As they continued climbing, the atmosphere between them subtly changed.

The road grew narrower and the trees denser, and there was no one in sight either way. Even walked ahead, with Yang Jiulang following behind.

Although they were talking in fits and starts, their conversations were disjointed and their sentences didn't quite match. They were both secretly plotting their own schemes, their hearts pounding.

A cool mountain breeze blew by, blowing Even's short hair up and revealing her fair nape and rosy earlobes.

Yang Jiulang stared at that small patch of skin, his heart racing.

Even suddenly stopped.

Yang Jiulang almost hit her, and quickly braked.

"What's wrong, boss?"

Even didn't answer, she just turned away.

The two stood facing each other, less than an arm's length apart. Yang Jiulang could smell her scent: a faint smell of sweat mixed with a citrus fragrance, and the fresh scent of mountain grass and trees.

Even looked up at him.

Her eyes weren't pure black; they shimmered with a deep brown luster in the sunlight, like amber. Her eyelashes weren't long, but they were thick, casting a small shadow. Her lips were slightly parted; her mauve lipstick had dried a bit in the mountain breeze, revealing her original lip color—a beautiful fleshy pink.

Yang Jiulang stood there motionless, his chest heaving violently, his mouth secretly filled with water, and finally, when he couldn't hold any more, he swallowed it with a gulp.

"Mr. Yang, do you want to kiss me?"

Yang Jiulang nodded blankly.

"Agreed." Even tilted her head back slightly and slowly closed her eyes.

Soft, plump red lips were right in front of me.

Not being intimate is ridiculous.

Yang Jiulang stepped forward, his legs forming a triangular stance that enveloped Even, then leaned down, pouting, and slowly moved closer...

"Almost there, we should be almost there..."

Suddenly, a shout came from below.

Yang Jiulang and Even separated in a flash, hurriedly looking down.

Five or six strangely shaped people came up from below.

The leader was a middle-aged, overweight man wearing a fisherman's hat, followed by two young men carrying tripods and a thin man with a walkie-talkie. They were covered with various instruments, some like antennas, some like detectors, and one of them carried a long metal pole with several small lanterns, some red and some yellow, tied to the end.

The common characteristic of these people is that they have short legs and are short in stature.

As they passed each other, the group of people eyed Yang Jiulang and Even warily, with the fat leader giving Even a few extra glances at his lower body.

There's no way around it, he's a man, and Even's yoga pants are indeed very effective at stimulating the body.

"What are you doing here?" the fat man asked rudely.

"Hiking," Yang Jiulang said casually. "What about you?"

"We're professional hikers," the fat man replied dismissively. "You didn't bring anything, don't go any further, it's not safe."

After saying that, he waved for the group to continue uphill.

"OK, thanks!"

After the two had walked away, Yang Jiulang fixed his gaze on Even's red lips and asked lewdly, "Boss, shall we... continue kissing?"

Even chuckled, turned around and went down the mountain, "I don't feel anything anymore, what's the point of kissing~"

Yang Jiulang stared at the swaying figure and said in a low voice, "It's not impossible."

The descent was much faster; they reached the parking area in less than an hour. Even opened the car door, took out two small bottles of mineral water, and the two of them stood there and drank them down in large gulps.

"Let's go, I'll give you a ride home."

The red SUV slowly descended the winding mountain road, and after a few turns, a cluster of gray villas came into view.

The villas are built on a relatively flat hillside not far from the foot of the mountain. There are about twenty villas, including detached houses, townhouses, and mostly semi-detached houses.

The beige facades were already somewhat mottled, and faded sales posters were still pasted on the windows of some buildings. The lawns were overgrown, the parking spaces were empty, and seven out of ten buildings were vacant, making it quite quiet.