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

It took no more than three seconds.

The two young men, who had been so arrogant and domineering just moments before, suddenly lay down, completely deflated.

Lee Hyori clapped her hands, looking disdainful: "You dare mess with me? You're asking for trouble."

Yang Jiulang was dumbfounded; his stomach pain had disappeared.

"You...you..."

Lee Hyori spat at the two men on the ground and yelled, "If you don't get out of here, I'll beat you to death!"

The two men got up and were about to run away when Hou Qinqin shouted, "Damn it, give my uncle's cigarettes back!"

Qingmao hurriedly took out his cigarette, nervously returned it, and disappeared in a flash.

He tossed a sentence over from afar: "You just wait."

Yang Jiulang was still in shock, staring at Lee Hyori: "You, you, this, this..."

"What are you doing? What's this...?" Lee Hyori suddenly spoke up, "Why did you stand up just now?"

Yang Jiulang was taken aback: "Huh?"

She stared at him, her eyes probing. "What's the point of you, a weakling, forcing yourself to get hard? To get beaten up?"

Yang Jiulang was speechless.

Weakling?

He admitted that he was a bit thin and pale, but wasn't "weakling" an exaggeration?

"No matter what, the three of us are together," he said honestly. "If I'm the only guy, who's going to get hard?"

Lee Hyori looked at him for a while, then lowered her head and continued eating without saying anything.

"You said you were good at fighting earlier. Oh, how are you so good at fighting?" Yang Jiulang asked curiously.

Hou Qinqin quickly scoffed, "My friend practiced Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) in high school. She can take care of two punks, let alone two more."

Yang Jiulang then understood why those long legs, waist, hips, and eyes always gave people a sense of strength.

He quickly pulled out a cigarette and offered it to her: "Grandma, oh no, little sister, my apologies, my apologies."

But her heart grew ever more beautiful.

This is no lucky cat.

This is a lucky cat with a knife!

After finishing our late-night snack, the night wind grew even colder.

The two girls were dressed lightly and were shivering from the cold.

Yang Jiulang had another idea.

An investment opportunity has arrived.

"What are your plans for the future?"

Lee Hyori and Hou Qinqin exchanged a glance.

Penniless and with no future in sight, what plans could they possibly have?

"Damn it, I guess I'll have to spend the night at an internet cafe," Hou Qinqin cursed.

"Go to an internet cafe?" In Yang Jiulang's mind, an internet cafe was a place to go online.

Little did they know that besides surfing the internet, they could also sit, lie down, lounge, escape the cold, spend the night, and eat instant noodles.

"So what? We spent last night at an internet cafe." Hou Qinqin puffed out her chest.

Yang Jiulang pretended to think for a moment and said, "How about this, since you helped me out of that predicament, I'll treat you to a guesthouse. There seems to be one nearby."

Lee Hyori quickly stopped her, saying, "No, no, we can't spend your money anymore, or people will talk badly about you."

Hou Qinqin nodded: "Uncle, you're too kind. Even if we take advantage of others, we won't take advantage of you."

Yang Jiulang was stunned. Am I not human? Can't I just beg you to take advantage of me?

But no matter how much they argued, the two women just wouldn't agree.

Yang Jiulang had no choice but to give up his idea of ​​getting a rebate and return to his kind nature.

"It's not a good idea for girls to stay in internet cafes. Since you really don't want to spend my money, how about this: come to my place for the night."

"Where are you? Where are you?" Hou Qinqin asked, her eyes wide.

Yang Jiulang nodded: "It's nearby. The company paid for the house they arranged for me; it didn't cost me any money."

Hou Qinqin's eyes lit up.

Yang Jiulang looked at Lee Hyori and, seeing that she was still hesitating, quickly added, "But let's make this clear first, a man and a woman alone together are bound to bump into each other, in case... please don't hit me."

Lee Hyori raised an eyebrow: "Damn, you make it sound like I enjoy beating people up."

Hou Qinqin giggled: "Uncle, don't worry, my sister has only hit people seven or eight times over the years."

Yang Jiulang looked completely bewildered, then stood up and said, "Let's go then!"

It's a one-bedroom apartment, over 60 square meters, simply furnished. Yang Jiulang found it himself; the rent was much cheaper than in S City, and the company didn't hesitate to reimburse him.

The living room has a table, a recliner, and a few stools; the bedroom has a 1.5-meter bed and a wardrobe.

But in Lee Hyori and Hou Qinqin's eyes, this was almost like heaven.

Enter the room and turn on the lights.

"Wow, Uncle, you're living so well!"

"A hundred times better than a rental apartment!"

【Ding! 】

Lee Hyori's favorability +10, current: 30

Hou Qinqin's favorability +10, current: 20

Yang Jiulang was secretly delighted.

Thirty and twenty, not far from the stage of friendship.

"Why don't you take a shower first?" Yang Jiulang pointed to the bathroom.

"Damn it, I haven't showered for days, I feel like I'm going to smell bad," Hou Qinqin said as she peeked into the bathroom.

"Wow, there's even a bathtub! No way, I need a hot bath! Uncle, you don't have to pay the water bill, right?"

Yang Jiulang shook his head: "The company will reimburse all water, electricity, and gas expenses."

Wow, what a great company!

The two girls didn't stand on ceremony and went inside with their suitcases.

With nothing to do, Yang Jiulang reclined in his chair and opened a novel.

Before long, the sound of rushing water could be heard inside.

Then Hou Qinqin screamed, "Uncle, the water's cold!"

Yang Jiulang called inside, "There's a switch button on the water heater."

After a long rustling sound in the bathroom, someone said, "Uncle, I can't find it. Could you come and open it?"

Yang Jiulang was taken aback.

Does it fit?

The bathroom door opened a crack, and Hou Qinqin poked half her head out: "Hurry up, it's freezing!"

"This," Yang Jiulang pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, "how could I...?"

"Hey, we're wrapped in bath towels, hurry up, stop dawdling."

Men hate it when people say they're being long-winded. Yang Jiulang stood up, took a deep breath, walked to the bathroom door, and grabbed the doorknob: "I'm going in."

"Go in!"

When Yang Jiulang opened the door, his head buzzed and he was completely stunned.

Both of them were only wrapped in white bath towels.

Lee Hyori stood barefoot on the non-slip mat, her face turned to the side, completely still. Her long, straight legs made up almost two-thirds of her height. Her wheat-colored skin glowed with a healthy, wild sheen under the warm light of the overhead lamp. The top edge of the bath towel barely covered her chest, revealing her well-defined collarbones and taut shoulders and neck.

Looking again at Hou Qinqin, she was standing at the door.

Although much shorter than Lee Hyori, she had a shapely figure. The bath towel wrapped around her body was stretched high because of her ample bosom, making it look precarious. Her legs were round and white, with a sensual plumpness and elasticity unique to young girls.

Long live youth!

Hou Qinqin saw Yang Jiulang standing at the door in a daze, so she took a step forward.

Yang Jiulang suddenly felt as if he was surrounded by chests, making it hard to breathe, and quickly took a step back.

"Damn it, Uncle, what are you staring at? Hurry up and turn on the hot water. If you want to watch, you can watch as much as you want later," Hou Qinqin urged.

Yang Jiulang then came to his senses, stood on tiptoe to reach the top of the water heater, and pressed the button.

"Okay." Yang Jiulang said as he left the bathroom, feeling that his voice was distorted.

I sat back down in my chair and opened the novel again, but I just couldn't get into it.

Turning my head to look at the bathroom, I could see the glass door was blurry, and the sound of running water mixed with the laughter and teasing of two girls.

Yang Jiulang's fair face was slightly flushed...

Soon.

The bathroom door opened.

Lee Hyori came out first.

Yang Jiulang looked up and his breath hitched.

She wasn't wearing pajamas, but a Lakers basketball jersey, purple and gold, collarless and sleeveless, with the hem covering her upper thighs, her slender neck, delicate arms, and long legs exposed.

As for what's inside, it's ominous.

Her wet hair hung over her shoulders, her wheat-colored skin glowed with moisture, and her eyebrows and eyes, hidden behind her messy red hair, subtly revealed a wildness.

The woman, having removed her makeup, seemed to have shed a layer of armor; her tone was no longer as forceful: "Um, sir, do you have a hairdryer?"

Yang Jiulang pointed to the table next to her: "In the drawer."

Lee Hyori opened a drawer, took out a hair dryer, and plugged it in.

He stood there, bent over, and started blowing.

Yang Jiulang looked from behind, noticing the slightly parted long legs, the wrinkles in the hem of her clothes hanging on her hips because of her raised hand, and the swaying back.

He was almost suffocating, and couldn't help but think in a lewd way, "Later, I'll need to stand on a stool to get through this..."

Hou Qinqin came out wearing a pink cartoon thin pajama set, her already fair skin turning red from being soaked in water.

Despite the loose pajamas, her exquisite curves were still clearly visible and palpable as she tossed and turned.

"Uncle, your bathtub is so comfortable, it's so comfortable I'm about to faint, hehehe," Hou Qinqin exclaimed. "If I could take a bath like this every day, I'd be willing to die."

Yang Jiulang smiled politely and gestured with his chin toward the table: "Hair dryer."

Hou Qinqin grabbed a hairdryer and started blowing her hair in the same way as Lee Hyori.

Yang Jiulang thought that he would probably have to bend over this time.

But this time he didn't keep staring at her, because Lee Hyori was sitting right next to him.

He buried his head in his phone, but his nose was snorting loudly.

He was puzzled. They were using the same shampoo and shower gel he used every day, so why was there a strange fragrance wafting from them?

Like a fragrance, like musk, like a peach, like grass after the rain.

Yang Jiulang knew that it was youth, it was the body.