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

Yang Jiulang understood at a glance: the three women had already agreed that Hou Qinqin would enter his bedroom tonight.

Yang Jiulang pretended not to notice, and asked while drying his hair, "What's wrong?"

Hou Qinqin kept her head down, admiring her manicured nails with her small white hands.

Lee Hyori smiled and looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears, as if to say, "Honey, you can open a new bottle tonight!"

As the eldest sister, Zhou Wanqiu, who declared herself the head of the harem, spoke first: "Yang Jiulang, we just discussed it."

"What are you discussing?"

"Regarding the arrangements for sleeping at night."

"Huh?" Yang Jiulang stared with his innocent big eyes and nodded: "Four people, two beds, that definitely needs to be arranged."

Zhou Wanqiu rolled her eyes at Yang Jiulang: "Stop pretending, you're practically foaming at the mouth."

Yang Jiulang blushed and said, "Sister, please continue."

Lee Hyori picked up the conversation: "It always was..."

She glanced at Hou Qinqin, a little embarrassed, "I've always been the one sneaking into your room. That's not fair to Qinqin."

Hou Qinqin pouted: "Hmph, that's right. I was the one who liked Big Brother first, so why did you get to eat first? And not only did you eat, but you even stole some! No wonder I felt like there was an earthquake those few nights! No way, you have to make it up to me, otherwise..."

"Alright, alright," Zhou Wanqiu interrupted her. "So we came up with a plan: we'll take turns sleeping in your bed, one night each. Whether you do it or not is up to you; we won't force you."

"Hiss~" Yang Jiulang shivered.

"What? You don't want to?" Zhou Wanqiu raised an eyebrow.

"Ah? Yes, yes, a hundred percent yes," Yang Jiulang said hurriedly.

"And another thing," Zhou Wanqiu continued, "tonight, let's start with Qinqin, as a way of making it up to her. Tomorrow night it will be me, and the day after tomorrow it will be Xiaoli. If anyone has an inconvenient day, the next person can fill in."

Hou Qinqin: "Hmph..."

Lee Hyori pouted, feeling wronged, and thought, "Cousin, why isn't it me tomorrow? My husband stayed at your place last night, haven't you had enough yet?"

Yang Jiulang scratched his head: "Um..."

"Which one is that? You don't agree?" Hou Qinqin pouted angrily.

"I'm willing, that's..." Yang Jiulang wondered how to bring it up.

Zhou Wanqiu gave a mischievous smile: "What are you being so coy about, a grown man? It's like you're the one who's suffered some loss."

Lee Hyori stood up, walked to his side, and while wiping him, whispered, "Honey, this was my cousin's suggestion. She said that since we've all chosen to be with you, we shouldn't do anything sneaky. It's better for everyone to be fair. We don't have any objections, so don't feel too guilty."

Yang Jiulang hummed in agreement and nodded, then said timidly, "Actually, what I wanted to say was that while following this routine step by step is good, it feels like going to work. In that case, could we have weekends or holidays or something?"

The three women all agreed that this made sense.

Zhou Wanqiu nodded: "I'm sorry, I overlooked your ability. Well then, if you feel like you can't do it on weekends and holidays, just let me know in advance and I'll allow you to rest."

"Huh? No, I'm perfectly capable, that's not what I meant," Yang Jiulang said hurriedly. "I meant, during holidays, could we bring one or two more people? After all, it's a holiday, the more the merrier!"

The three women were stunned at the same time.

Holy crap, this bastard is pushing his luck, trying to stage a group scene?

Zhou Wanqiu spat out, "I will not agree. As for the two of them, I will not comment."

Hou Qinqin raised her head, her eyes gleaming with greed: "I~ I always sleep with Hyori-unnie, so adding one more person wouldn't be a problem."

Looking at Lee Hyori again, she lowered her head and didn't speak, her face so red it looked like it could bleed.

"Sigh~" Zhou Wanqiu sighed speechlessly, "Fine, you three can do whatever you want. We'll talk about the specifics during the actual implementation. Qinqin, you can go in now, I'm going to sleep."

Hou Qinqin's eyes lit up instantly, like a puppy seeing a bone.

Clutching a pillow almost as big and soft as herself, she fluttered her wings and flew into Yang Jiulang's bedroom like a cheerful little bird.

The moment the door closed, Yang Jiulang suddenly felt like a lamb entering a tiger's den.

Hou Qinqin turned around, leaning against the door, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him: "Big brother..."

"What? You're not calling me husband anymore?" Yang Jiulang said, as if possessed.

Hou Qinqin blushed instantly, then realized she didn't need to avoid suspicion anymore, and called out softly and affectionately, "Husband~~~"

That cry made Yang Jiulang's bones melt.

Hou Qinqin was wearing that pink spaghetti strap nightgown today. Her skin was so white it seemed to glow, her bust was incredibly voluptuous, but her waist was so thin it looked like it could be broken with a pinch. She slowly walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, next to the very large man she had been longing for day and night, and suddenly became nervous.

She knew what to do next.

But she only understood, and whispered, "Um...husband...I...this is my first time..."

Yang Jiulang almost burst out laughing when he looked at the usually arrogant little guy in front of him.

This girl is usually very outgoing and often posts lewd pictures and says suggestive things, but when it really came down to it, she became a coward.

He sat down next to her, picked her up in one swift motion, placed her on his lap, gently wrapped his arms around her waist, and stared into her bright, sparkling eyes, asking, "Scared?"

"No...no," Hou Qinqin retorted, "I've seen it all, I..."

Yang Jiulang lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Hou Qinqin fell silent instantly, her small mouth agape, exhaling warm breath.

"Don't be nervous," Yang Jiulang said gently. "I won't hurt you."

"Mmm... Honey, I believe you." Hou Qinqin nodded and nestled in his arms.

She sniffed: "Honey, you know what? The first time I met you, I thought you were a complete fool. You didn't even know us, yet you were so good to us. But when you protected me from being beaten, I suddenly realized I'd fallen in love with you. Even if you're penniless, even if you're hunchbacked and bald, even if you're impotent, I'll accept it."

Yang Jiulang frowned silently in the darkness.

Is this a compliment or an insult?

"So..." Hou Qinqin mustered her courage and took the initiative to kiss him, "Husband..."

Yang Jiulang lowered his head and kissed those small, warm lips that breathed sweet fragrance.

Hou Qinqin let out a soft moan, and her stiff back slowly relaxed...