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

Yang Jiulang felt his mouth watering, so he quickly took out a cigarette, lit it, and pretended to drool as he smoked.

He turned his head and saw Lee Hyori, so he handed her one.

"Thank you!" Lee Hyori took it and lit it.

After Hou Qinqin finished drying her hair, she saw the two of them smoking together, so she asked, "Uncle, do you have any snacks? Spicy strips would be best."

This was a very tactless remark. In the past, Yang Jiulang would have kicked him out, but now he smiled tolerantly and said, "No, tomorrow..."

"No way, Uncle, you're so rich, don't you ever buy yourself any snacks? Life would be so boring!"

Yang Jiulang frowned. He wanted to say that snacks were just a low-level form of happiness and satisfaction, and there were many higher-level and more exciting enjoyments that were true satisfaction.

However, he didn't explain, because he wasn't a learned old scholar, and she might not have understood anyway.

But in just a few words, that romantic thought from before vanished without a trace.

"You two can sleep in the bedroom tonight," Yang Jiulang changed the subject.

Hou Qinqin quickly asked, "And what about you?"

"I'll make do in this deck chair for the night."

"Can't."

"No!"

Both women objected.

Lee Hyori continued, "Big brother, we're already so embarrassed, how can we possibly take up your bed again?"

Yang Jiulang looked around: "You can't sleep in this living room either."

"Oh dear, why don't we all squeeze into one bed?" Hou Qinqin said, glancing into the bedroom. "Look, the bed is pretty big."

"How can that be?" Yang Jiulang said seriously.

"Hey, uncle, we women have no objections, what are you fussing about, you grown man!" Hou Qinqin exclaimed.

The key point is that it's not certain whether the woman has no objections. Lee Hyori hasn't expressed her opinion yet. Yang Jiulang pondered for a moment and said, "I'm afraid."

"Damn, you're a grown man, you think we're going to mess with you?"

"I'm afraid of getting beaten up."

Lee Hyori pursed her lips: "Don't worry, I won't hit anyone when I'm asleep."

Okay, everyone agrees.

Yang Jiulang said reluctantly, "Then you guys go to sleep first, I'm going to take a shower."

He found a sturdy set of pajamas in the closet and headed to the bathroom.

The bathroom was filled with a strong, mixed odor.

The bathtub was full of water, with some gray stains floating on the surface.

Yang Jiulang frowned and drained the water.

As soon as I took off my clothes, I saw that the two women's clothes were piled up in a basin.

They have them, both above and below, inside and outside.

Yang Jiulang shook his head and put the clothes in another basin.

While taking a shower, thinking about the strange experiences I had today, I unconsciously became aroused and excited.

So I closed my eyes and thought of a woman...

The woman in his mind was neither Lee Hyori nor Hou Qinqin.

It was Even, the female representative from the client company he was stationed at the construction site, a Taiwanese woman with a PhD who had returned from overseas.

This female PhD student is comparable to Li Mochou (a notorious womanizer in Chinese folklore), not only frequently scolding him, but sometimes even insulting him.

Therefore, this female PhD student appeared in Yang Jiulang's bathroom more than once.

After taking a shower, I mustered up my courage and went into the bedroom.

The two women were still awake.

Lee Hyori sat in the inner corner, while Hou Qinqin lay in the middle.

Everyone's on their phones.

The long, manicured nails tapped against the large phone screen with a thud.

"Time to sleep, I have to get up early for work tomorrow." Yang Jiulang cleared his throat.

Lee Hyori put down her phone, slid down, and lay flat on her back. One leg was curled up against the wall, while the other was stretched out straight.

Hou Qinqin didn't respond, but typed as she said, "Uncle, can we be friends?"

Who could refuse a lucky cat's friend request?

Yang Jiulang added Hou Qinqin.

Hou Qinqin then brought Li Xiaoli into the group, forming a three-person group.

Hou Qinqin saw Yang Jiulang standing there like a blockhead and called out, "Uncle, weren't you supposed to get up early? Why aren't you sleeping?"

Yang Jiulang looked at the two bodies lying there, and really didn't know how to start... his lower body.

Hesitantly, he said, "Hou Qinqin, move in a little more."

Hou Qinqin lay there, swaying her body from side to side.

Yang Jiulang only saw a puddle under the pajamas, like ripples on a jelly, but the person was still standing there.

He felt his face burning and dared not look anymore, so he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Damn," Hou Qinqin finally put away her phone, glanced at Yang Jiulang, and said, "Uncle, are you practicing getting your tail stuck in the bed frame?"

Lee Hyori chuckled: "Hyori, stop teasing your brother. Look how red his face is. Move closer to me."

Hou Qinqin giggled, rolled over to Lee Hyori's side, and used her hands and feet to trap Lee Hyori: "Uncle, is your thing big enough now?"

Yang Jiulang looked back and saw Hou Qinqin clinging to Li Xiaoli like a nursing baby, leaving him more than half of her space. He quickly nodded and said, "It's big enough, it's big enough. Um, I'm turning off the light."

"Uh-huh."

"Snap." The light went out.

The room was instantly plunged into darkness.

Yang Jiulang adjusted for a moment, then quietly lay down, close to the edge of the bed.

Hearing the two soothing breaths coming from inside, Yang Jiulang felt his heart pounding.

"Bang bang bang..."

Even though I already did it in the bathroom, it still...

He quickly tried to count the sheep in his mind, but all the lambs in his mind were wagging their tails.

Quickly change it to counting mice.

Gradually, I closed the umbrella, drowsiness crept in, and I slowly closed my eyes...

"Damn it!" Hou Qinqin suddenly yelled in the darkness.

Yang Jiulang was jolted awake, all sleepiness gone.

"What's wrong?" Lee Hyori asked softly.

"The bed is so comfortable, I can't sleep, damn it," Hou Qinqin said as she rolled into the middle of the bed.

I don't know which part of it rubbed against the back of Yang Jiulang's flat hand.

Yang Jiulang jerked his hand away as if he had been electrocuted.

"Uncle, you can't sleep either!" Hou Qinqin rolled over again and lay down next to Yang Jiulang.

In the darkness, her eyes were like two gleaming searchlights, staring intently at his face.

Yang Jiulang frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "I was almost asleep."

"Giggle giggle giggle..."

The warm breath exhaled from her small mouth entered her nose in gusts.

Yang Jiulang clenched his teeth tightly, barely able to hold it in.

"Uncle, let me ask you something," Hou Qinqin said, her conversation flowing freely, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Yang Jiulang's heart sank, and the image of Shao Ting turning and leaving surfaced from the depths of his mind.

He paused for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

"Huh? Uncle, you're so rich and good-looking, how come you don't have a girlfriend? Oh, are you impotent?"

"What do you mean no?" Yang Jiulang didn't understand and asked subconsciously.

"Hehehehe, of course it's not working there."

Yang Jiulang frowned.

At this moment, Lee Hyori rolled over and lay on her side next to Hou Qinqin, propping her head up with one hand and gently pulling Hou Qinqin with the other: "Qinqin, don't ask anymore, your brother is heartbroken, can't you tell?"

Yang Jiulang felt a chill run down his spine, thinking to himself that Li Xiaoli was indeed more intelligent than Hou Qinqin.

"Huh?" Hou Qinqin rushed to Yang Jiulang's side, grabbed his arm, and hugged him.

Yang Jiulang immediately felt his arm melt into a soft sponge, the comfort was indescribable.

I couldn't help but shudder.

"Uncle, you got dumped?" Hou Qinqin's eyes gleamed with gossip. "See? I told you you weren't good enough. You couldn't satisfy her."

"Shut up," Yang Jiulang snapped.

Shao Ting, his beloved, his white moonlight, is not to be defiled.

Hou Qinqin stuck out her tongue and made a face: "Hehe, I guessed right, Uncle, do you want me to help you?"

"Help with what?"

"Let's treat your illness!"

With a "gulp," Yang Jiulang swallowed a large mouthful of saliva.

He was on the verge of exploding.

After calming down a bit, I glanced at the two people's favorability ratings: Lee Hyori 30, Hou Qinqin 20.

We haven't even reached the level of ordinary friends, let alone the 60-point threshold for romantic love.

It's far from being at a safe level where you can do *that*.

A small act of impatience can ruin a big plan. If you can't hold back and do it, at best you'll lose your cash cow, and at worst you'll end up behind bars.

Not worth it, not worth it.

"Get inside and go to sleep," Yang Jiulang shouted.

Hou Qinqin snorted, "That's boring."

He let go of Yang Jiulang and rolled over to Lee Hyori's side, clamping down on her.

"Oh, why are you so clingy?" Lee Hyori whispered.

"Waaaaah, you all don't want me, I'm so sad."

Lee Hyori smiled, pulled her into her arms, and gently stroked her smooth shoulder: "Sleep, sleep..."

The three of them finally fell into a deep sleep.

early morning.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains.

Yang Jiulang slowly opened his eyes.

Then he froze.