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

The girl named "Momo" suddenly rushed out of the house and ran straight into the osmanthus tree.

In that critical moment, Yang Jiulang had no time to think.

The full-force skill activated instantly, and he shot out like an arrow, leaping over the hurdle...

The girl's forehead was about to hit the thick osmanthus tree trunk.

Yang Jiulang darted to the tree.

"Bang!"

The girl crashed headfirst into his arms, the force so great that Yang Jiulang felt a tightness in his chest and his back slammed hard against the tree trunk, almost knocking him unconscious.

The girl was stunned for a moment, then shoved Yang Jiulang and tried to run away.

Yang Jiulang reached out with one arm and hugged the frail body tightly. In that instant, he felt as if he were hugging a crazed little beast.

"Let go, let go of me!" the girl screamed, her fists raining down on his chest and shoulders, her legs kicking wildly.

Yang Jiulang felt the pain, but dared not let go.

"Don't move, calm down," he growled.

The girl ignored him and struggled even more fiercely.

She suddenly looked up, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Yang Jiulang, filled with emptiness and detachment.

Seeing that lifeless look in his eyes, Yang Jiulang's heart tightened.

Suddenly, the girl opened her mouth and bit down on Yang Jiulang's sexy collarbone.

"hiss--"

Yang Jiulang gasped, feeling as if he had bitten right into the flesh.

Yang Jiulang gritted his teeth and held her tightly, refusing to move.

The girl in his arms was still straining, her teeth sinking deeper and deeper, and a whimpering sound like a small animal was coming from her throat.

Despite the pain, Yang Jiulang slowly raised his other hand and gently patted her back.

"Okay, okay...it's alright...it's alright..."

His voice was very soft, like he was coaxing a child.

A miracle occurred.

The girl's body stiffened at first, then slowly, slowly softened.

Her teeth came undone, and she felt as if her bones had been removed, collapsing into Yang Jiulang's arms.

Yang Jiulang looked down and his heart skipped a beat.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old and extremely beautiful. She had an oval face, skin that was almost translucent white, and delicate features that looked as if they were painted on. Her long, jet-black hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, making her face appear even paler.

But what truly alarmed Yang Jiulang was her arm.

From wrist to elbow, the area was covered with a mix of old and new wounds. Some had scabbed over with dark red scabs, some were still oozing blood, and some had healed into white scars. They were densely packed and a shocking sight.

Is this self-harm or abuse?

Yang Jiulang gave the woman who had chased after him a cold look.

At this moment, she was standing trembling a meter away, clutching a soft rope in her hand, seemingly about to tie her up.

The woman and Yang Jiulang exchanged a glance and slowly stepped forward.

Yang Jiulang frowned and waved at her.

The woman was stunned.

Yang Jiulang calmed himself down, mimicking the negotiation experts in movies, lowered his head, and tried to make his voice sound gentle and harmless: "My name is Yang Jiulang, your new neighbor. Young lady, what's your name?"

The girl didn't speak, but nestled in his arms, staring blankly ahead.

Yang Jiulang wasn't in a hurry and continued slowly, "Look, this osmanthus tree seems to be in bloom. Can you smell it? It's sweet."

The girl's eyelashes trembled.

"When I was little, there was an osmanthus tree planted in front of my house," Yang Jiulang began, pulling out his fabricated act, "and in autumn, the whole yard smelled wonderful. My mom would pick the osmanthus blossoms to make pastries, so sweet they were almost sickening..."

"MoMo~ My name is MoMo~" the girl suddenly spoke, her voice ethereal, as if it came from nothingness.

The woman's body visibly trembled.

Yang Jiulang called out to Momo, and continued to speak softly, rambling on as he slowly moved into the house.

The girl was led away by him without realizing it.

The woman quickly stood by and carefully served him, waiting for an opportunity to grab him.

Once inside, Yang Jiulang gently placed her on the sofa bed in the living room.

The moment the girl touched the pillow, it was as if her last bit of strength had been drained away, and her eyes slowly closed.

Fell asleep.

Yang Jiulang straightened up and let out a long sigh of relief.

He felt a burning pain in his collarbone. Looking down, he saw a ring of blood seeping through his light-colored T-shirt, like a plum blossom.

"Oh dear, young man, you..." The woman's eyes reddened, and her voice trembled, "I'm so sorry, so sorry..."

"It's alright, big sister," Yang Jiulang waved his hand, "It doesn't hurt."

"How can it not hurt? It needs to be bandaged up," the woman said firmly. "We can't let it get infected."

After saying that, he quietly went into the inner room and soon came out carrying a medicine box.

Seeing the first-aid kit, Yang Jiulang remembered the girl's arm injury and couldn't help but turn around for a glance.

The girl was fast asleep, her little mouth slightly open, like a child who had just finished playing.

"Young man," the woman whispered, "let's go to the yard."

Yang Jiulang nodded and followed the woman out.

Xiao Fang, who had been waiting outside, also noticed Yang Jiulang's wound and went over to ask with concern, "Brother Yang, are you alright?"

Yang Jiulang smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing, it happens all the time."

A simple polite remark silenced both the woman and Xiaofang.

After a moment of hesitation, the woman finally spoke: "Young man, sit down, let me bandage you up."

Yang Jiulang had no choice but to sit down, take off his jacket, and pull down the collar to reveal the bright red teeth mark.

The woman opened the medicine box and skillfully disinfected, applied medicine, bandaged, and applied adhesive tape to him.

Her movements were quick yet gentle, clearly those of someone who frequently treats wounds.

Yang Jiulang endured the pain, then thought of the girl's arm injury.

Unable to resist asking, "Big sister, that girl, is she with you?"

The woman paused, then slowly said, "She is my daughter."

Yang Jiulang nodded, confirming his guess.

After waiting a while, the woman did not continue speaking; clearly, she was unwilling to talk to outsiders.

Yang Jiulang wisely shut his mouth.

After bandaging the wound, Yang Jiulang thanked her first, and the woman thanked him in return.

Then leave.

Xiaofang walked out of the main gate in a proper manner, and then came in through another gate.

Yang Jiulang was not so disciplined. He slung his jacket over his shoulder, stretched out his long legs, and slid over the fence.

This semi-detached villa has three floors in total, plus a half-story basement.

The basement level is a large open space, originally designed as a parking room, but the original owner converted it into a home theater and gym.

The home theater room has a projection screen covering an entire wall, several leather sofas scattered haphazardly, and starry sky lights installed on the ceiling.

Yang Jiulang couldn't help but secretly think that it would be wonderful to watch movies and act in them here.

There were several pieces of equipment in the gym, and although they were covered in dust, they were clearly high-quality.

The first floor consists of a large living room, a bedroom for the elderly, a dining room, a kitchen, and a shared restroom. The living room has a double-height ceiling and a floor-to-ceiling window facing the courtyard, allowing sunlight to stream in and making the entire space dazzlingly bright. In the open kitchen, the cabinets are dark gray, the countertops are marble, and a wine cabinet is built into the island.

"This decor... is surprisingly not outdated at all, and the materials are all high-quality." Yang Jiulang touched the island counter.

"Yes, yes, the homeowner said the renovation alone cost over 800,000 yuan!" Xiaofang nodded hurriedly, "It looks really nice."

The two-story building has five bedrooms, arranged in a staggered manner without any distinction between main and secondary bedrooms. Each bedroom has its own private bathroom and small balcony.

"Five," Yang Jiulang counted silently in his mind as he looked at the list, "That's enough, that's enough."

The third floor isn't very big; a small portion of it was converted into a terrace. There's only one large bedroom and one study. The large bedroom's bathroom has a double jacuzzi, while the study is empty.

Yang Jiulang stood on the terrace, gazing at the open space before him and the distant green mountains, feeling a sense of peace and joy.

I lit a cigarette, took a satisfying puff, and thought to myself, "This terrace, with the sky as my blanket and the ground as my bed, is so exciting!"