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

Yang Jiulang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After catching my breath and calming down, I continued reading before bed.

Hearing the chatter and rustling outside, my eyes grew heavier and heavier. I tossed my phone aside and fell asleep...

Yang Jiulang woke up in the middle of the night because he needed to urinate. He got up to go to the toilet, lay down, picked up his phone, and saw that it was almost five o'clock.

Unable to sleep, I decided to continue reading the novel.

Not long after, a dark figure suddenly appeared silently beside the bed.

Standing straight and tall.

Yang Jiulang felt a chill run down his spine. He rubbed his eyes and froze when he saw who it was.

Zhou Wanqiu?!

Yang Jiulang sat up abruptly: "You..."

"Shh~" Zhou Wanqiu held up a finger, walked to the bedside and sat down, "Keep your voice down, don't wake them up."

Yang Jiulang shrank back: "You, sister, you've gotten into the wrong bed!"

"I didn't come to the wrong place," Zhou Wanqiu said with a bitter smile, a smile that was a little eerie in the darkness. "The two of them were sleeping too messily, making it hard for me to sleep, so I came here to make do."

Yang Jiulang was speechless. He got up and said, "Then I'll go over and squeeze in with them. Sister, you can sleep here."

"What are you saying? They are two young, unmarried women. Is it appropriate for you to share a bed with them?" Zhou Wanqiu asked coldly.

Yang Jiulang was taken aback: "Then, I'll sit on the recliner. Anyway, it's almost dawn."

"Heh, what a gentleman," Zhou Wanqiu got up, gently closed the bedroom door, and returned to bed. "Stay put and don't go anywhere."

Yang Jiulang quickly rolled over and lay down against the wall.

Zhou Wanqiu had already lain down, lying next to him, turned to face him.

"I told you to be honest, and you actually were!" Zhou Wanqiu's eyes were glazed over, and her voice was slurred.

Yang Jiulang scooted further in, his heart pounding.

What exactly is this woman trying to do?

Zhou Wanqiu lay there, her eyes shining brightly in the darkness, staring at him.

"You're quite interesting."

"What do you mean?"

"Qingqing said you didn't touch her," Zhou Wanqiu said softly. "I don't believe you."

Yang Jiulang frowned: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I want to try..." Zhou Wanqiu moved closer to him, "to see if you're gay. If you are, I'll be relieved."

Yang Jiulang: "..."

There's such a thing as this.

"You don't need to test me, I'm not, and you don't need to worry. Take them away after dawn!"

"I think you're alright looking and not that old. You live with two pretty girls, and you haven't done anything? Why? What's your motive?" Zhou Wanqiu's tone was somewhat teasing.

Unable to explain the rebate system, Yang Jiulang turned his face away and said, "Believe it or not, I'm going to sleep."

Zhou Wanqiu moved closer, pressing her body against Yang Jiulang.

A warm, undulating sensation made Yang Jiulang hold his breath.

Then, Zhou Wanqiu's hand naturally rested on his chest.

Yang Jiulang gritted his teeth and remained motionless, like a stick.

Zhou Wanqiu drew circles on his chest with her hand, her voice becoming increasingly seductive: "If you're a hypocrite, push me away; if you're a real scoundrel, eat me alive."

"I'm not hungry."

Zhou Wanqiu chuckled: "Not hungry? Or just picky about food?"

Yang Jiulang fell silent again and raised his hand to try to remove her hand.

But she seized the opportunity and then led it onto herself.

Yang Jiulang felt his limbs go weak. He wanted to refuse but couldn't pull his hand back. When he regained consciousness, he found that his hand was already on Zhou Wanqiu's slender waist.

"Don't reject me," she whispered in his ear, her breath hot on his earlobe, "Let me see if you're a real man."

Yang Jiulang's rationality was crumbling.

This woman is so good at it.

She smelled of shower gel mixed with perfume, creating a deadly allure.

"you……"

"Don't speak..." Zhou Wanqiu leaned over and kissed his lips.

Yang Jiulang's last shred of reason was swallowed up by his disheveled hair.

When he woke up, he found Zhou Wanqiu already sitting on top of him; he had succeeded.

Yang Jiulang subconsciously twisted left and right, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back.

"Ouch!" Yang Jiulang cried out, grabbing Zhou Wanqiu's waist tightly to stop her.

"Damn it, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Wanqiu asked, glaring down at him.

"It's broken," Yang Jiulang said through gritted teeth.

"What the hell are you doing?" Zhou Wanqiu gasped for breath.

"My back is injured."

Zhou Wanqiu then remembered that Lee Hyori had reminded him several times earlier that day to be careful of his back, so he sighed, rolled off the bed, and lay down: "Here you come~"

Yang Jiulang quickly climbed up.

Eleven seconds later, tragedy struck.

Perhaps it's because it's been too long since I've done it;

Perhaps I've been too tired lately;

Perhaps it's because I've been feeling too stifled lately;

Perhaps it's because I've been playing too much lately;

In short, it all ended abruptly.

Zhou Wanqiu sensed it, just as she was about to get into the swing of things.

She froze for eleven seconds, then shoved the useless man to the ground and yelled, "Is that all the fuck you've got?"

Yang Jiulang lay on the side, his face flushed, tears welling in his eyes, utterly ashamed.

Zhou Wanqiu laughed, her laughter full of sarcasm: "No wonder you can act like a gentleman, it turns out your physical attributes are lacking."

【Ding! 】

Zhou Wanqiu's favorability -10, current score -10.

What? This thing has negative values? This shows how disappointed Zhou Wanqiu was in this battle.

Yang Jiulang was filled with shame and indignation: "You—"

"What do you mean, 'me'?" Zhou Wanqiu got out of bed, straightened her pajamas, "You're no good yourself and you blame me? You're neither good-looking nor useful, yet you still put on airs."

"It was clearly you who got into my bed..."

"So what?" Zhou Wanqiu turned around and glared at him. "Did I force you? You useless thing."

Yang Jiulang was trembling with rage: "Get out of here!"

"Fine, I'll leave then," Zhou Wanqiu said as she walked to the door, turning back to add insult to injury, "By the way, I suggest you buy some kidney tonics, like Liuwei Dihuang Pills or something, maybe there's still hope."

She opened the door and froze.

Lee Hyori and Hou Qinqin were standing at the door, bending over and whispering in each other's ears.

The three people looked at each other in bewilderment.

Zhou Wanqiu sneered and pointed at Yang Jiulang: "Your kind uncle tried to take advantage of me while I was asleep."

"You're talking nonsense!" Yang Jiulang yelled, curled up on the bed. "You came here on your own."

"Me, come over? What would I do here?"

"If you didn't come here, did I drag you here?"

Zhou Wanqiu was taken aback. She couldn't really shift the blame for ending up in someone else's bed, so she changed her angle and attacked: "Hmph, eleven-second quick-win, you've really got guts!"

Yang Jiulang wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but didn't know what to say.

It was fast, that's a fact, and judging from the awkward expressions on Lee Hyori and Hou Qinqin's faces, they also heard about this rapid process.

Zhou Wanqiu looked at him smugly, like she was looking at a drowning dog.

Yang Jiulang suddenly felt that life was meaningless.

He jumped out of bed, pulled up his pants, grabbed his coat, and rushed out the door.

"Uncle~" Hou Qinqin wanted to chase after him.

Zhou Wanqiu stopped him, "Why are you chasing us?"

Lee Hyori gave Zhou Wanqiu a cold look, pushed her hand away, and chased after her...

The early morning wind felt cool on my face.

Yang Jiulang wandered aimlessly, his mind blank.

Super Boy.

Those two words pierced his heart like a knife.

Being ridiculed by Zhou Wanqiu, an insignificant woman, was bad enough, but to make matters worse, it was witnessed by two girls who admired him.

There's nowhere to put this face.

Yang Jiulang sat down in front of a flower bed, wiped away his tears, and lit a cigarette.

A puff of white smoke dissipated in front of his face, and he seemed to see Shao Ting smiling and giving him a thumbs up.

"Shao Ting, where are you?" Yang Jiulang murmured.

As the white smoke dissipated, Shao Ting's figure disappeared.

Yang Jiulang covered his face in pain.