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

Hou Qinqin leaned closer, her eyes sparkling: "Honey, you're getting tough now, huh? Hehe, the catalyst, right? Come on, let me use it now."

As Yang Jiulang felt her warm breath on his ear, the alcohol took effect, and he became bolder.

He reached out and put his arm around Hou Qinqin's waist, while his other hand naturally landed on Lee Hyori's thigh. He raised an eyebrow at Zhou Wanqiu and said, "Sis, it's the weekend today, a holiday too... How about we rest together?"

Hou Qinqin immediately screamed, "Yes, yes, yes! Let's sleep together, everyone sleep together!"

Lee Hyori blushed deeply, lowered her head and remained silent, but she didn't push Yang Gulang's hand away.

Zhou Wanqiu, with a cigarette between her fingers, stared coldly at Yang Jiulang for a long while before finally stubbing it out and cursing, "You scoundrel! Anyway, I'm sleeping, do whatever you want."

Yang Jiulang was overjoyed. This must be tacit approval!

After finishing their drinks, the four men, tipsy, threw their bowls into the sink.

We take turns showering.

Hou Qinqin was the first to rush in, washing up incredibly fast. When she came out, she was wearing that ridiculously short butterfly nightgown, her wet hair clinging to her snow-white shoulders, and her pair of fair legs were dazzling. She stepped onto a stool with one of her tiny, transparent feet and bent over to blow-dry her hair.

When Yang Jiulang saw this, his heart skipped a beat. For a moment, he really wanted to go over and blow on her.

Lee Hyori was the second to shower. When she came out, she was wearing a light yellow floral cotton thermal underwear and a Lakers jersey. Her slender neck and collarbone were exposed, and her figure was beautifully covered.

Yang Jiulang's thieving eyes immediately changed their target, wanting to go over and pin her, clothes and all, against the wall.

Zhou Wanqiu took the longest to shower. When she finally came out of the bathroom, Yang Jiulang almost burned himself with the cigarette in his hand. She wasn't wearing pajamas, just Yang Jiulang's white shirt.

The shirt was too big; the collar slipped down to below the shoulders, revealing a slender collarbone and black bra straps. The hem was long enough, covering mid-thigh, but the more it concealed, the more suggestive it became.

Well, time to change targets again. That's my shirt! If we're going to wear it, we'll share it, hmph!

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Wanqiu walked past him expressionlessly, her body still damp with sweat, and sat down on the innermost side of the cushion.

Yang Jiulang rushed into the bathroom and quickly washed himself.

When he came out, the three women were already lying in a line on the mat.

Hou Qinqin was on the outermost side, her two bare legs exposed. Li Xiaoli was in the middle, her long legs intertwined. Zhou Wanqiu was on the innermost side, facing the wall, the light casting a continuous curve on the wall.

On the bedside table was a conspicuous pack of tissues.

"Honey, come quick, I saved you a seat in the middle."

Yang Jiulang, wearing only shorts, stood there blankly, swallowing hard.

"Turn off the lights!" Zhou Wanqiu shouted at the wall.

Yang Jiulang hurriedly turned off the main light in the living room, leaving only a small nightlight emitting a dim yellow light.

With heavy steps, I walked step by step to the edge of the bed.

Hou Qinqin stretched out her snow-white arm, "Come on, husband, come here quickly."

"Hmm!" Yang Jiulang grunted in a muffled voice, rolled over onto Hou Qinqin, which made Hou Qinqin giggle.

"That's not right~" Yang Jiulang knelt between Hou Qinqin and Li Xiaoli, looking down at the three women, "This doesn't seem to be the middle."

He then flipped over Lee Hyori and squeezed between Lee Hyori and Zhou Wanqiu.

Zhou Wanqiu moved further in without making a sound.

"Go to sleep!" she said.

"Sleep my ass off~" Hou Qinqin suddenly jumped up: "Honey, what were you doing inside?"

"Oh, with three of you, it's really hard to say where the middle is," Yang Jiulang explained.

"Climb over here right now." Hou Qinqin.

Yang Jiulang glanced at Zhou Wanqiu's motionless back, sighed inwardly, and turned back over.

But Lee Hyori remained silent, as she was content with either way.

When someone is trying to gain an advantage, it's best to remain silent.

Yang Jiulang finally lay down next to Hou Qinqin.

The four of them were quite well-behaved at first.

Before long, the effects of the alcohol kicked in.

Hou Qinqin was the first to get restless, leaning close to Yang Jiulang's ear and whispering, "Honey, are they asleep?"

"It would be a miracle if I could fall asleep," Yang Jiulang thought to himself, "but it would be better if I couldn't fall asleep at all."

So he turned his face to Hou Qinqin and nodded: "I fell asleep a long time ago."

The two of them kissed.

After a while, Hou Qinqin whispered in his ear, "Honey, I just said I'd reward you, do you want it?"

"What do you mean?"

Hou Qinqin grinned and went to sleep on the other side...

……

Not long after, the sound of even breathing could be heard. This girl, who had only given and not received anything, had actually fallen asleep.

It seems that learning nail art during the day is really tiring.

Yang Jiulang considerately covered her with the blanket.

Lie in bed and slowly regulate your breathing.

This reward is truly wonderful and exciting; I wish I could have it every day.

Yang Jiulang was immersed in his fond memories when Lee Hyori suddenly rolled over and pinned him down.

Yang Jiulang was slightly taken aback, then grinned.

Of course, this girl had been pretending to be asleep the whole time. She couldn't have missed hearing or feeling what he was saying earlier.

Hearing that Qinqin was already asleep and her cousin inside was still facing the wall without moving, she could no longer control herself, gritted her teeth and rolled onto Yang Jiulang.

Yang Jiulang casually put his arm around her.

Lee Hyori took a breath, buried her burning face in his ear, and murmured, "Honey, what Qinqin just made, I can do too."

Yang Jiulang was stunned. "Damn, they're already having a match? That damned competitive spirit of martial arts practitioners."

As she spoke, Lee Hyori's slender body began to slide down.

Yang Jiulang quickly hugged her and whispered, "Hyori, maybe next time."

Lee Hyori suddenly realized that her husband had just finished and was no longer able to continue. She nodded in disappointment, "Okay~ then you should rest. I'll hold you."

"I'm not tired even if I don't rest. What I mean is, it's too crowded. You're so long, there's no room to move around."