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

A gentle kiss, like honey filling a bittersweet heart; like a sip of fine wine intoxicating the world.

Yang Jiulang was instantly captivated and was about to go over and have a big one.

But she was gently pushed away.

Gu Lina, like a frightened little rabbit, hurriedly fled into the house.

"I'll go make pancakes for Ya-han."

Zhou Yangjiulang stood there dumbfounded, drool dripping from his mouth.

Feeling frustrated, at this crucial moment, was her Luo Bing (a type of flatbread) really that important?

But this thing is like practicing martial arts; once you break through it, you absolutely cannot continue, otherwise you'll easily go astray and become possessed.

Yang Jiulang forcibly suppressed his impulse and had no choice but to look for another opportunity.

Unfortunately, there was no chance to make another move that day.

That night, Yang Jiulang vented his pent-up frustrations on the student on duty.

Gong Ai lay on the big bed with her round, soft body, breathing heavily. After a long while, she finally turned her head with difficulty, pouting aggrievedly, "Master, what's wrong with you? Why did you use so much force today?"

Yang Jiulang smiled sheepishly, thought for a moment, and said, "Xiao Ai, I noticed you've been looking worried lately. Are you having trouble with your writing?"

Gong Ai hummed in agreement: "It's indeed not going smoothly."

"So, I'll help you clear your head properly, and I guarantee your writing will flow like a torrent."

"Really?" Gong Ai smiled with delight.

Alas, poor online novelists, they've become so obsessed that they're even relying on being sexually assaulted for inspiration.

Yang Jiulang decided to focus his attention and help her properly.

Activate the "Copywriting Master" app and unleash a torrent of input and output; inspiration will flow forth in waves.

Gong Ai listened intently, her eyes shining, and quickly typed into the computer, soon filling up her notebook.

"Alright, Master Uncle, that's enough, that's enough for me to write tens of thousands of words." Gong Ai tossed the notebook aside and pounced on her benefactor—this imaginative Master Uncle.

He pushed Yang Jiulang down, sat on him, gritted his teeth and said, "Come on, Master Uncle, break, let me break."

Yang Jiulang smiled inwardly and reached out to pull the blanket over himself...

That night, Yang Jiulang smoked on the terrace until late, his mind filled with Gu Lina's every smile and gesture.

Yesterday it was a hand-holding relationship, today it's a kissing relationship, tomorrow, we must take it a step further, a big step forward.

The next morning, Yang Jiulang opened his eyes. Gong Ai was still fast asleep, with a fair, slender leg resting on his waist. He gently moved her leg away, got up, and went to the terrace.

The morning breeze is cool and refreshing, invigorating the spirit.

He lit a cigarette, slowly finished it, and then sent Zhang Yahan a message: "[I'll be there soon]"

Zhang Yahan replied with an eye-rolling emoji, followed by a text message: 【They might not even come.】

Yang Jiulang replied: "I believe she will come."

Zhang Yahan: [Believe in your grandpa]

Yang Jiulang ignored her and went back to his room to shower and change clothes after finishing his cigarette.

Today he specially chose a light blue T-shirt, paired with beige casual pants, and styled his hair with hair wax for a refreshing look.

Looking at his handsome face, subtly enhanced by photo editing, in the mirror, he whistled with satisfaction.

"Keep it up, you'll definitely succeed today."

Around 9 a.m., Yang Jiulang parked his car in front of the new villa and pushed open the gate to go inside.

Gu Lina hasn't arrived yet.

Zhang Yahan was doing stretches on the living room carpet when she saw him come in. She sneered, "You're dressed so handsomely today, who are you trying to seduce?"

"No, I just wore something casual!"

"Tch." Zhang Yahan ate a few bites of the breakfast Yang Jiulang brought and drove away.

Yang Jiulang was alone at home, waiting by himself.

At 10:07, the doorbell rang.

Yang Jiulang sprang up from the sofa and rushed over to open the door.

Gu Lina stood outside the door, wearing a dark green floral sundress that reached above her knees, revealing her straight and shapely calves. Today, she wore more refined makeup, with a vibrant mauve lipstick that made her skin appear radiant.

When she saw Yang Jiulang, she was startled at first, then quickly looked away.

"You're here." Yang Jiulang stepped aside to let her in.

Gu Lina hummed in agreement and brushed past her with her head down. A very faint fragrance wafted from the hem of her skirt, and Yang Jiulang couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Yang Jiulang spent the rest of the morning looking for an opportunity to strike.

Finally, while Gu Lina was kneading the dough, Yang Jiulang rushed up and hugged her from behind.

Gu Lina was like a frightened kitten, wanting to run away but unable to. Her ears turned red and then white, then white and then red again. She supported herself on the table with both hands, maintaining a half-bowed standing posture.

Yang Jiulang's hand had already moved down his waist.

Gu Lina suddenly broke free and stared at Yang Jiulang with wide eyes: "No, no!"

Yang Jiulang was stunned for a moment, then said pitifully, "Lina, I like you, I like you very, very much."

Gu Lina took a deep breath, her beautiful eyes filled with tenderness: "Jiulang, do you really want me to be your girlfriend?"

"Of course," Yang Jiulang held up three fingers, "I swear to God, I'm willing."

Gu Lina's eyes welled up with tears: "Jiulang, I like you too, no, I love you, I've fallen hopelessly in love with you. If you feel the same way, I hope you can give me a proper status."

"Name?!!"

Gu Lina nodded, about to explain.

Yang Jiulang's phone suddenly started shaking violently in his pocket, accompanied by a loud ringtone: "Back off, back off, back off..."

Yang Jiulang felt awkward and gestured for Gu Lina to wait a moment.

He took out his phone and saw that it was Fatty calling. He was so angry that he was about to hang up, but then he was worried that things might change since he was coming over, so he answered and covered his ear.

"Hey, I'm almost at the station, the train station, come pick me up," Fatty's deep voice rang out.

"Huh?" Yang Jiulang was taken aback. "No, didn't you say it was the end of the month? There are still two days left."

"Damn it, aren't you in a hurry?" the fat guy said irritably. "I asked for four days' wages less. Stop talking nonsense and hurry up, I'm getting off the bus."

"Um," Yang Jiulang quickly said, "I'm busy with something important, so I can't come. I'll give you my location, and you can take a taxi here."

"Huh? What did you say? Feed? Hello? Oh no, my phone's dead, I'm hanging up, am I hanging up? Feed..."

There was no more sound.

Yang Jiulang cursed angrily, "You son of a bitch."

She looked up, embarrassed, at Gu Lina.

"What's wrong?" Gu Lina asked with concern.

"It's nothing," Yang Jiulang explained, "A friend of mine is here, and I have to go to the train station to pick him up."

"Oh, then you go quickly, I'll wait for you, we'll talk when you get back..."

Looking at the charming woman in front of him, Yang Jiulang really wanted to throw the fat man against the wall, pounce on him, and have sex with him without a care in the world.

"Go quickly, don't keep your friends waiting." Gu Lina waved to Yang Jiulang again.

"Damn it!" Yang Jiulang cursed angrily and turned to leave.

Little did he know how much he wanted to kill Fatty right now, and how much he would want to thank him later!