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

On the way back, they passed a pharmacy, and Yang Jiulang took the two women in to buy some medicine for sprains and bruises.

As soon as they got back inside, the two women pulled off Yang Jiulang's shirt and pressed him onto the Simmons mattress.

Hou Qinqin glanced at his back and tears welled up in her eyes; she was terrified.

His back was covered in bruises, black and red patches, more spectacular than the hair of those energetic young men.

"Honey, does it hurt?" Hou Qinqin asked, crying.

Yang Jiulang grinned and frowned: "What did you call me? Call me Uncle."

"No," Hou Qinqin pouted and shouted, "From today onwards, I'll call you husband, and no one else can change that."

Yang Jiulang was speechless.

Lee Hyori sighed and told Hou Qinqin to go to the kitchen to wash the vegetables.

She squatted down next to Yang Jiulang and said, "Don't move, I'll apply the medicine for you."

Yang Jiulang wanted to be polite, but she had already poured the medicated oil into her palm, rubbed it to warm it, and pressed it onto his back.

"Ouch~~ Gently, gently."

"It'll only hurt for a moment, is it your first time?" Lee Hyori said, but she softened her grip and carefully rubbed the bruises.

Yang Jiulang lay on the bed, feeling the slender fingers gently tracing his back, and suddenly felt that the injury was worth it.

Lee Hyori, being a professional healer, massaged the bruises meticulously, from top to bottom and left to right, leaving no bruise untreated.

"It's alright, they're all superficial injuries," Lee Hyori said softly.

Yang Jiulang lay on the fragrant bed and hummed, "Even a superficial wound is still a wound. It hurts so much, ouch~."

Lee Hyori frowned in disgust. The person who was like a war god just now seemed to have become a weakling again.

After applying the medicine.

Yang Jiulang asked sincerely, "Are you hurt? Should I rub it on you?"

Lee Hyori was taken aback: "Go away, I'm not hurt."

"I don't believe it. With so many people surrounding you, how could you not get hurt? Stop being stubborn and let me see."

Lee Hyori didn't know if he genuinely cared about her, or...

"You want to see my body? Is that right?" she asked in a low voice.

Yang Jiulang quickly said no, no, it's good that you're not injured.

Lee Hyori stared blankly at the ostrich lying on the bed.

"Thank you," she said softly.

Yang Jiulang was startled and turned his head from under the pillow, just in time to meet Lee Hyori's eyes, which looked down at him with a sudden tenderness.

He was startled and quickly buried his head in the pillow again, muttering, "Why are you thanking me?"

"If it weren't for the two of us, you wouldn't have been so badly injured."

"Didn't you say they were all superficial injuries?"

"Even a superficial injury is still an injury," Lee Hyori said immediately, only to realize afterward that Yang Gulang had just said the same thing.

"you......"

Yang Jiulang chuckled: "If you feel bad about it, then treat me to a good meal tonight."

Lee Hyori blushed: "What did you say?!"

"I was saying, the food you made is really delicious, hehehe..."

Lee Hyori then realized she had misunderstood. She glared at him, then gently poked Yang Gulang's back where the injury was least severe. She stood up and said, "I'm ignoring you. I'm going to cook."

Yang Jiulang's heart was bubbling with joy.

Even better than this flirting is that he, the weakling Yang Jiulang, now possesses unparalleled martial arts skills. From now on, when he goes out, he'll be able to walk sideways.

"Full power is good, full power is wonderful..." Yang Jiulang buried his head under the pillow and unconsciously started singing.

Just as I was feeling great, I suddenly felt a heat on my back, and two moist and soft sensations exploded on my spine.

Yang Jiulang shivered, feeling a tingling sensation creep from his skin into his bones.

Yang Jiulang turned his head sharply and saw Hou Qinqin staring at his back, smiling foolishly.

"What, what did you do?" Yang Jiulang asked in a panic.

"Kiss my husband!" Hou Qinqin's voice was soft and sweet.

Yang Jiulang's face darkened: "I... I just applied medicine there."

"I don't mind."

"No, you kissed all the medicine away."

"I'll apply it again for you."

As Hou Qinqin spoke, she picked up the medicine and poured some into her palm.

"You, do you know how to apply it?" Yang Jiulang looked at Hou Qinqin's fair and tender little hands, and felt a little expectant.

"Damn, even if you've never eaten pork, haven't you ever seen pork before?"

Yang Jiulang was speechless.

As it turns out, she is far inferior to Lee Hyori. Lee Hyori's professionalism is such that she looks like a nurse when she puts on a white coat, while she can only play the role of a nurse at best.

Hou Qinqin's little hands patted Yang Jiulang's back, occasionally poking him.

"Honey, does it hurt here?"

"pain."

"And here?"

"It hurts too."

"And here?"

"Ancestor, can't you apply the medicine properly?"

Hou Qinqin chuckled and continued to move her hand downwards.

When you reach the edge of your pants, pull them down with your hand.

Yang Jiulang's buttocks were then exposed.

Caught off guard, Yang Jiulang was shocked and quickly grabbed her, saying, "Hou Qinqin, what are you doing?"

"What's wrong? Let me check if there's any swelling down there."

Yang Jiulang's scalp tingled: "It's swollen, but it's not swollen at all~"

"All right!"

As she was wiping, she suddenly lowered her head and kissed a bruise on Yang Jiulang's back.

Yang Jiulang froze.

"Qingqing?! Stop fooling around."

Hou Qinqin didn't say anything, but kissed him again, this time not just a light touch, but a longer one...

Yang Jiulang felt as if he had been electrocuted; a tingling, exhilarating sensation, as if his soul had left his body, spread throughout his entire being, leaving him feeling lightheaded and dizzy, utterly powerless to resist...

It felt like a century had passed, yet also like a fleeting moment.

Hou Qinqin whispered from behind: "Husband, you give me a place to stay, buy me clothes, and today you even risked your life to protect me. Do you know that? No one has ever been this good to me before."

"Qingqing isn't good with words and doesn't know how to win your heart, but don't worry, from today onwards, I'll acknowledge you as my husband. I'll agree to whatever you want to do to me, and you can do whatever you want."

Yang Jiulang buried his head below, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

This girl probably lacked love growing up. If someone is even slightly nice to her, she'll give them her all in return.

A girl like that, to put it nicely, knows how to be grateful; to put it bluntly, she's just too naive.

"Qingqing," Yang Jiulang thought for a moment and said, "I know you're grateful to me..."

"It's not gratitude!" Hou Qinqin exclaimed anxiously. "I just like Uncle. I'm willing to give you everything. If you don't believe me, go ahead and do it tonight."

Yang Jiulang was speechless. He hadn't expected that a favorability score of only 65 points would be so formidable. If it reached 100 points, wouldn't he be overwhelmed by this overwhelming flood?

Yang Jiulang stopped talking and pretended to fall asleep.

That little hand gently rubbed between the wounds.

Lee Hyori spent over an hour in the kitchen preparing four dishes and a soup: braised pork ribs, stir-fried bok choy, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried beef with yellow peppers, and a large bowl of corn and pork rib soup.

Fragrant.

With the help of the two women, Yang Jiulang sat up, ate two bowls of rice, and was so full that he kept burping.

"It's so delicious," he exclaimed, rubbing his stomach. "This beating I took today was worth it."

Lee Hyori rolled her eyes at him: "If you like it, I'll make it for you. You don't need to get beaten up."

"That's right, that's right," Hou Qinqin added, "My husband likes to eat it, so I'll ask my sister to make it for you."

In short, the subject, verb, and object are clearly distinguished.

Lee Hyori glared at Hou Qinqin and snapped, "Go wash the dishes."

"Hmph, I was going anyway~" Hou Qinqin carried the bowl to the kitchen, leaving behind the words, "Take good care of my husband for me."

Lee Hyori and Yang Gu-rang exchanged a glance and smiled helplessly.

"Brother, now that you're Qinqin's husband, you should treat her better," Lee Hyori said in a low voice.

"Damn, you're laughing at me too..."

Lee Hyori chuckled.

She took out two cigarettes, put them in her mouth, lit them together, and handed one to Yang Jiulang.

"Thank you~" Yang Jiulang took the cigarette, took a drag, and sighed comfortably, "A cigarette after a meal is better than being a god."

Lee Hyori smiled but didn't say anything.

After a while, she suddenly said, "Qingqing has suffered a lot."

Yang Jiulang looked at her.

"Her parents divorced, and neither of them wanted her, so she lived with her grandmother. Her grandmother had a bad temper and would beat her whenever she was unhappy. When she was thirteen, she went to live with her biological mother, but her stepfather beat her again, so she ran away to make a living and was cheated several times." Lee Hyori's voice was very calm, as if she were talking about someone else's story. "So she was particularly starved for love, and she would give her whole heart to anyone who was kind to her."

Yang Jiulang nodded: "I can see that. It's more than just being open and honest."

"But you're different." Lee Hyori looked at him. "You're good to her, but not in that way."

Which one?

"It's the kind of thing I just want to sleep with." Lee Hyori flicked her cigarette ash. "I've met people like that before, who would try to take advantage of me after I bought them something. You're different. When you buy her things, you genuinely want to buy her things; you're not thinking of taking advantage of her."

Yang Jiulang gave a wry smile: "You're putting me on a moral high ground, aren't you?"

Lee Hyori laughed too, "Even if I didn't prop you up, you'd still be holding it in, wouldn't you?"

Yang Jiulang shrugged, unsure of what to say, recalling how he had rejected her advances the night before.

Lee Hyori leaned closer, staring into Yang Gu-rang's eyes, and asked, "So, is it true?"