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

Yang Gu-rang and Lee Hyori sat outside smoking.

"Big brother, we can't stay here with you forever, eating your food and spending your money," Lee Hyori said softly.

Yang Jiulang nodded. He knew that Li Xiaoli was not like the thoughtless Hou Qinqin; she had her own ideas and knew when to advance and retreat. After thinking for a moment, he said, "You two can stay here in peace for now. I'll take care of the work. It'll be quick."

Lee Hyori nodded: "Thank you, big brother."

As night deepens, it's time to go to bed.

Yang Jiulang told the two women to go take a bath first.

In the bathroom, amidst the sounds of women, Yang Jiulang entered the most comfortable and dreamy moment of the day.

Hou Qinqin wanted to take a bath, but Lee Hyori came out first as always.

He was wearing his old Lakers jersey.

The hem of her dress barely covered her upper thighs, revealing two straight and slender legs, and her healthy, honey-colored skin shone with a delicate luster under the light.

She bent over to blow-dry her hair, her strong waistline undulating with the movement, like a restless little female leopard.

Hou Qinqin came out later, wearing that pink floral print slip dress. The two mounds in the front were flapping around, and it was impossible to contain them. Every time she moved, it looked like there were living things jumping inside.

"Honey, what are you looking at?" Hou Qinqin tilted her head, blinked her eyes, and asked innocently.

Yang Jiulang quickly looked away, his throat dry: "No, I wasn't looking at anything, I'm going to take a shower."

Yang Jiulang blushed and went into the bathroom.

He carefully placed the two women's underwear aside before starting to undress and take a shower.

After we finished showering, the two women were playing on their phones on the mat, one sitting and one lying down.

The one lying down is, of course, Hou Qinqin.

He saw Yang Jiulang enter the bedroom and hurriedly followed him in barefoot.

"Qingqing, you?"

"Honey, I want to sleep with you tonight, hee hee." Hou Qinqin stood at the door with a grin.

She was hugging a pillow, her pajamas hanging casually on her body, and her hair, which was already dry, smelled of shampoo.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of coquettishness and slyness.

"No, no," Yang Jiulang swallowed hard. "Sleep separately, sleep separately, so everyone can get a good night's sleep."

"I've had a good nap this afternoon, I want to play with you."

"I'm not asleep yet."

"Then you go to sleep, I'll do mine, hehe~"

Yang Jiulang certainly wanted to play, but he was sick, and this sickness was contagious, especially through that.

Hou Qinqin, a pure and innocent young girl, he absolutely would not allow himself to taint her.

"No, not tonight," Yang Jiulang said firmly.

"Why?" Hou Qinqin pouted, looking aggrieved. "Can't I just stay still? I want a hug."

Yang Jiulang was at his wit's end. He took a deep breath and tried to appear serious, saying in a dignified manner, "Qinqin, listen to me, men and women are different, they can't sleep in the same bed."

"You're my husband!"

Yang Jiulang was speechless.

Hou Qinqin blinked, then suddenly leaned closer to him and whispered, "Honey, you're not impotent again, are you?"

Yang Jiulang began to feel annoyed.

While he was distracted, Hou Qinqin bent down and crawled under his arm, then jumped onto the bed, threw off the covers, and crawled inside.

"Hey!" Yang Jiulang shouted, "Get down here."

"No way!" Hou Qinqin wrapped the blanket tightly, only peeking out her little head, and looked at him with a grin, beckoning with her finger, "Honey, come here, the bed is so warm."

Yang Jiulang stood by the bed, feeling both angry and helpless.

This little girl looks so cute and innocent, but when she gets going, she's the best at being unreasonable.

"Qingqing, if you keep doing this, I'll really get angry."

"Then get angry," Hou Qinqin said, not afraid at all. Instead, she patted the mattress next to her and said, "Come back to sleep after you're done being angry."

Yang Jiulang took a deep breath and reached out to pull the blanket.

Hou Qinqin held on tightly, and in the struggle, the blanket was lifted, revealing a large area of ​​skin underneath.

Her left shoulder strap had somehow slipped down to her arm, and her ample bosom was clearly sticking out.

Yang Jiulang released his hand as if he had been burned, and turned his head away: "Put your clothes on properly."

Hou Qinqin looked down at herself, and instead of being shy, she grinned and leaned closer: "Damn, honey, you're blushing."

Yang Jiulang suppressed his anger and said coldly, "Qinqin, be good and go outside to sleep with Sister Xiaoli."

"Honey, sit down first, come on." Hou Qinqin patted the edge of the bed.

Yang Jiulang sat down helplessly, his back to her.

Suddenly, Hou Qinqin hugged him from behind, her two fair arms wrapped around his waist, her face pressed against his back.

"Uncle," her voice was muffled, with a hint of coquetry and a touch of seriousness, "Uncle, I know you lust after my body, and I... I like you too. I truly want to give myself to you."

Yang Jiulang froze, feeling a warm touch on his back, pressing down on him through the thin pajamas, leaving his mind blank.

He gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and pried her hands off.

"Qingqing, listen to me," he turned around, looking into her eyes, "I know you like me, and I like you too, but it really can't be. I have my reasons. Go sleep outside, okay?"

Hou Qinqin was stunned for a moment, then decided to make one last effort.

"Honey, lie down, lie down."

Yang Jiulang sighed silently and lay down flat.

Hou Qinqin lifted the hem of her dress and sat down on Yang Jiulang's waist.

Yang Jiulang was startled and sat up abruptly. He shoved Hou Qinqin away and roared, "Hou Qinqin, can't you understand human language? How many times have I told you to go to sleep outside, go to sleep outside, why won't you listen?"

Hou Qinqin froze on the spot.

She pouted, looking aggrieved. "Uncle, your voice is so loud! Are you... annoyed with me?"

"Annoying, get out."

"Uncle~"

"roll......"

Yang Jiulang saw tears well up in Hou Qinqin's clear eyes instantly.

Lee Hyori rushed in and stood timidly at the door: "Big brother, Qinqin, what's wrong?"

When Yang Jiulang saw Hou Qinqin's tears, his heart softened, but he couldn't let it.

Let's take this opportunity to clarify the rules.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at his toes, and said coldly, "You two are here. Listen up, from today, from this moment on, you are not allowed to enter my bedroom, use my toiletries, or touch my body..."

Lee Hyori paused for a moment, then slowly nodded, walked to the bedside, and tugged at Hou Qinqin: "Qinqin, come out with me, your older brother is going to sleep."

Hou Qinqin snuggled into Lee Hyori's arms and left.

Yang Jiulang breathed a sigh of relief.

In any case, at least they were kept away from me.

Hearing Hou Qinqin's sobs and Lee Hyori's soft comforting words outside, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

After a while, I heard the sound of washing clothes coming from the bathroom.

Yang Jiulang sat up abruptly and rushed into the bathroom.

I saw Lee Hyori squatting on the ground, rubbing her underwear.

"Lee Hyori," Yang Gulang said sternly, "you just wash yours, don't touch mine."

Lee Hyori paused, stopping what she was doing. Her face was hidden behind her loose red hair, so her expression could not be seen.

After a moment she said, "Don't worry, brother, I washed your clothes separately."

Yang Jiulang was stunned. What he heard next caused him a sharp pain in his heart.

"Don't worry, brother. I know you look down on us because we used to work at clubs."