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

That night, the three of them still squeezed into one bed.

When Yang Jiulang finished showering and went to the bedroom, he found Lee Hyori half-lying in the middle, while Hou Qinqin was lying on the inside, pouting.

She snorted when she saw Yang Jiulang come in.

"What's wrong?" Yang Jiulang asked.

"My sister won't let me sleep next to you, saying she's afraid you'll suffocate," Hou Qinqin said angrily. "I just don't understand, how could a perfectly healthy person suffocate?"

Yang Jiulang took a deep breath: "I'll burst."

Lee Hyori chuckled and pinched Hou Qinqin: "Alright, stop being childish and go to sleep."

"But I wanted to sleep next to Uncle. I slept so soundly last night while hugging him," Hou Qinqin said, feeling wronged.

Yang Jiulang thought for a moment: "How about I sleep in the middle?"

Hou Qinqin sat up abruptly: "Okay, okay."

Lee Hyori pouted: "Silly girl, he wants to have two women on each side, can't you tell?"

"Then why not have both of them?"

"No, go to sleep now," Lee Hyori suddenly said sternly.

Hou Qinqin angrily pouted and went to sleep.

Yang Jiulang didn't think about anything else. He put his glasses on the table, turned off the light, and lay down.

Lee Hyori lay straight beside him. Although they weren't touching, her body temperature could be clearly felt through the thin nightgown.

She had a light scent of shampoo and a faint smell of tobacco.

Yang Jiulang lay there stiffly, not daring to move.

Not long after, Hou Qinqin's even breathing could be heard; she had fallen asleep.

In the darkness, Lee Hyori suddenly turned over gently.

She didn't speak, but naturally, as if unintentionally in her sleep, she gently placed her hand on his waist.

Yang Jiulang froze, his breath catching in his throat.

Her palms were warm, and her touch was neither too light nor too heavy, gently resting on his waist.

He could clearly feel the warmth of her palm, the outline of her fingers, and even the gentle rise and fall of her breath, all of which fell softly on his shoulder.

He dared not move, dared not push away, and dared not shrink back.

I could only pretend to be asleep, my heart pounding wildly in my chest, as if it were about to shatter my ribs.

A short while later, Lee Hyori moved slightly again.

Her long, straight legs slowly pressed against his, her knee gently brushing against his calf.

The touch of skin against skin is warm and soft, with an amazing penetrating power.

Yang Jiulang tensed up completely.

After a while, Yang Jiulang clearly felt Lee Hyori's strong lower abdomen move towards him and press against his waist.

What happened? He knew that Qinqin was just messing around last night.

But Lee Hyori isn't asleep at all; she just has her eyes closed. What is she planning to do?

Yang Jiulang turned to face Lee Hyori, who was less than ten centimeters away. Her dark eyes flashed with something indescribable.

"You?" Yang Jiulang asked.

Lee Hyori lowered her eyes and said in a very low voice, "You've done so much for us, we don't know how to repay you. I may not be a good woman, but my body is clean. If you don't mind, I can..."

Yang Jiulang was startled and sat up abruptly: "What did you say? What do you take me for? What do you think you are?"

Sobbing could be heard behind her. Lee Hyori said haltingly, "We really have nothing left to offer."

Yang Jiulang shook his head: "We've only just met, there's plenty of time ahead of us."

After saying that, he got out of bed, walked to the balcony, and lit a cigarette.

Looking up, I saw countless stars, but no moonlight.

Shao Ting, where are you?

He rubbed his throbbing head...

When she returned to bed, Lee Hyori was already lying down properly, but judging from her disordered breathing, she clearly hadn't slept well.

Yang Jiulang understood the vulnerability hidden beneath her strong exterior. After lying down, he moved her over and pulled her into his arms.

Lee Hyori visibly trembled, took a pitiful breath, snuggled closer to Yang Gulang, and finally fell soundly asleep.

The next morning, the three of them went out to shop in the city center.

Yang Jiulang wanted to take a taxi, but Lee Hyori firmly disagreed: "Why take a taxi? The bus costs two yuan per person, so it's only six yuan for three people."

"I'll pay for it."

"Your money didn't come from thin air."

Yang Jiulang couldn't explain that his money came from a windfall, so he could only reluctantly follow them onto the crowded bus.

On Saturdays, buses, especially those traveling from the suburbs where the factory is located towards the city, are packed with people.

Most of them were factory workers, yelling and shouting all the way.

Lee Hyori and Hou Qinqin, on the contrary, seemed much quieter.

Of course, a refined man like Yang Jiulang, wearing a white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses, is an absolute rarity.

The three of them were squeezed into the carriage. Yang Jiulang was sandwiched between the door and the seat, Li Xiaoli was on his left, and Hou Qinqin was on his right.

With a sudden stop, Hou Qinqin crashed into his arms, her two soft, round bodies pressing against his arm.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed, then looked up at him with a grin, "Uncle, your pectoral muscles are quite firm."

Yang Jiulang said irritably, "...That's a rib."

Lee Hyori was trying not to laugh.

With another sudden lurch, Lee Hyori also crashed into the car. She reacted quickly, bracing herself against the window with one hand, but her body still pressed against Yang Gulang.

Although it's not as big as Hou Qinqin's, it's much more elastic.

He quickly shifted his gaze to the window, but his face turned red.

Lee Hyori noticed his odd behavior, looked up at him, and gave him a half-smile.

"What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing."

"Why are you blushing over nothing?"

"It's hot."

Lee Hyori chuckled and didn't say anything more, but she leaned even closer to him.

Suddenly, Yang Jiulang felt someone touching his buttocks.

He assumed it was Lee Hyori and Hou Qinqin, so he tolerated it.

But as he touched her, his hand reached into his waistband.

Yang Jiulang struggled slightly, but when he turned around, he saw three young women crowding behind him. One of them winked at him and stuck out her tongue, the tongue piercing almost blinding him.

"Handsome, all alone?" the tongue piercing asked.

Yang Jiulang: "...Three."

The stylish young woman glanced at Lee Hyori and Hou Qinqin, and curled her lip: "These two country bumpkins? Handsome, your taste is terrible. Why don't you hang out with us?"

Lee Hyori's eyes instantly turned cold.

Hou Qinqin was even more direct, grabbing Yang Jiulang's arm and asking, "What are you doing? Trying to steal him?"

The young woman scoffed, "Rob? You two don't deserve it! Look at what you're wearing, and look at what she's wearing—Baleno, a brand name. Can you even afford that?"

Lee Hyori released Yang Gu-rang and took a step forward.

She was half a head taller than the young woman, looking down at her calmly: "Say it again?"

The young woman, intimidated by her imposing manner, shrank back, but still retorted, "Fine, I'll say it, you two are so unsophisticated..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lee Hyori raised her hand, pressed down on her shoulder, and gently pushed the girl, causing her to stumble and bump into the car door.

"What are you doing?" Two other energetic young women shouted and rushed up.

Lee Hyori didn't even turn her head; she simply blocked one of them with her hand. The other tried to retaliate, but she grabbed his wrist and gently twisted it.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..."

A commotion broke out in the carriage.

The driver shouted from the front, "What's going on in the back? Another fucking fight!"

Lee Hyori released her grip and coldly looked at the three young women: "Get lost."

The three girls sheepishly squeezed to the back of the bus.

Yang Jiulang stared in disbelief, swallowed hard, and said, "Don't fight when you're out and about. I'm fine with suffering a little."

Lee Hyori rolled her eyes at him.

Hou Qinqin wouldn't let it go: "I think Uncle was just being taken advantage of, he didn't even put up a fight."

Yang Jiulang's face turned pale instantly, and he said in a low voice, "I thought it was the two of you!"

"Oh, what do you mean? Just the two of us can do it?"

Yang Jiulang glanced around in a panic and then ignored them.

The two women exchanged a glance and covered their mouths, giggling.