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

Hou Qinqin and Li Xiaoli ran around the house barefoot, going up and down the stairs.

It was making a lot of noise, running from the first floor to the third floor and then back down to the first floor, going into every room and opening every cabinet to take a look.

Finally, they all ran to the second floor.

"I want this one, I want this one."

"No, I want this one too!"

"Okay, I'll take the one next door."

"No, I'll go check out the one next door."

Yang Jiulang and Zhou Wanqiu exchanged a glance and simultaneously smiled like aunt and uncle.

"Sister, let them go crazy. Come on, let's go upstairs and rest for a while." Yang Jiulang raised an eyebrow at Zhou Wanqiu.

Zhou Wanqiu glared at him and shook her head: "Let's do it tonight, just bear with it."

Yang Jiulang was taken aback: "Sis, is it possible that when I said 'rest,' I meant going to the terrace for a smoke?"

Zhou Wanqiu was stunned. She slowly pursed her lips, suppressing a laugh, and said, "Just say you smoke."

She stood up and swayed as she went upstairs.

Yang Jiulang quickly followed from behind.

On the third-floor terrace, on the left side away from the neighbors, there is an elegant little tea table with a large ashtray and two small bamboo chairs.

Yang Jiulang and Zhou Wanqiu sat facing each other, listening to the chatter downstairs.

"Sis," Yang Jiulang took a drag of his cigarette, "how about we move that big cushion from the living room over to the terrace later?"

Zhou Wanqiu nodded: "Okay, so when we want to summon the God of Love someday, we won't have to stand until our legs ache."

Yang Jiulang took a deep breath: "Sis, you know what? Sometimes, you're way more lecherous than I am."

Zhou Wanqiu's cool eyes rippled with a gentle smile.

After a while, things quieted down, and the two women were busy packing clothes into their wardrobes.

Zhou Wanqiu looked at Yang Jiulang deeply and said, "Yang Jiulang, there are many things about you that I can't see through or understand, but I know you are a good person. Thank you for yourself and for the two of them."

Yang Jiulang felt a surge of warmth in his heart, but he couldn't reveal the existence of the rebate system.

Nodding, she said earnestly, "Sister, none of us exist in this world in isolation. There are causes and effects and connections in the universe. You don't need to thank me; you have all given me so much."

Zhou Wanqiu smiled brightly.

Under the gentle sunlight, a small yellow wildflower blooms brightly in the corner of the wall.

After a cigarette, Hou Qinqin and Li Xiaoli ran up, shouting, "Honey, we've decided! I'll stay in the easternmost room, and Xiaoli's next to me. Cousin, which room are you staying in? Or maybe you can stay next to Xiaoli?"

Zhou Wanqiu curled her lips in disgust, "I'm not going to sit next to you two, I'll just stay as far away from you as possible."

Hou Qinqin glanced at Lee Hyori, stuck out her tongue, and blinked.

"What about me?" Yang Jiulang called out as he turned around.

Hou Qinqin walked behind Yang Jiulang's chair, gently wrapped her arms around the back of his head, and scratched his scalp with her manicured nails, saying, "You live on the third floor, all by yourself, so don't come down and bother us."

Yang Jiulang chuckled: "Qinqin, the third floor is our common room!"

Hou Qinqin stared with her big, bewildered eyes and asked, "A common room? What's it for? Such a big bed, isn't it a waste not to sleep in it?"

Lee Hyori blushed and sat down to the side, lowering her head.

Zhou Wanqiu cursed, "How did I end up with such an idiot sister?"

Yang Jiulang grabbed Hou Qinqin's hand: "You'll find out tonight. Come on, let's keep moving things. We'll finish after we've hauled another load."

By the afternoon, everyone had finally finished getting ready.

Yang Jiulang suggested going out for a big meal.

Lee Hyori, however, longed to use the spacious, bright kitchen and its high-end cookware and tableware, and said sweetly, "Big brother, let me cook!"

Zhou Wanqiu also said, "On the first day of joining, we will cook together."

"Listen to my cousin!"

Yang Jiulang took out his phone and ordered a bunch of dishes, and finally ordered a spicy duck neck and a spicy lobster from Captain Lao.

But they didn't realize at all that this spiciness was going to reach right to the bone.

At 7 p.m., the food was served.

A beautifully arranged table, with a bottle of fancy red wine laid out.

Construction begins.

Everyone was in high spirits, and gradually they stopped using polite language.

Seeing that the three women's faces were as red as ripe apples from drinking, Yang Jiulang seized the opportunity and said, "Sisters, I suddenly have a good idea."

The three women looked at him and said, "Spit it out."

Yang Jiulang cleared his throat: "Abroad, some people hold all sorts of parties to celebrate, and there's a type of party specifically set up to prove the close bond and trust between friends."

"What kind of party?"

"Uh, well," Yang Jiulang grinned sheepishly, "No outfit~ Achoo~ Topless party."

Yang Jiulang originally wanted to say no clothing, but then thought that he shouldn't be too greedy. If it caused fierce opposition, it would be a loss. So he changed it to no clothing.

"Topless party? What the hell?"

"That's right, everyone who goes to the party does that." Yang Jiulang said, suddenly raising his hand and taking off his T-shirt, throwing it far away.

His broad shoulders, narrow waist, firm chest, and muscular abdomen, illuminated by the overhead light, revealed an alluring bulge and cleavage.

The three women froze, all staring greedily at Yang Jiulang's body.

A trickle of red wine slowly flowed from Hou Qinqin's lips, dripping onto her chest, making her look like someone who had suffered internal injuries and was vomiting blood.

"Exciting!" She couldn't help but let out a shuddering scream, stood up abruptly, and took off her top as well.

With a sudden, powerful impact, it struck everyone's nerves.

Lee Hyori took a deep breath and turned her face away.

Yang Jiulang took a deep breath and stared intently.

"Damn it!" Zhou Wanqiu cursed, "Put your clothes on, you little brat, put them on!"

Hou Qinqin, having drunk too much, began to feel rebellious and defiant. She pouted and said, "My husband has already taken his clothes off, why don't you tell him to put them back on? Besides, my husband said that this proves that the relationship between friends is honest. Hurry up, you guys take yours off too. Not taking yours off means that you are not honest with us."

"Yeah, yeah, slurp~" Yang Jiulang wiped his drool and said, "Today is a housewarming celebration, and we're all at home by ourselves, with no outsiders around." Yang Jiulang coaxed, "Besides, I've already drawn all the curtains and locked all the doors and windows."

Zhou Wanqiu ignored them, picked up her wine glass, and drank steadily, but her heart was in turmoil.

Upon seeing that Zhou Wanqiu was difficult to deal with, the two decided to try their luck with the gentle Li Xiaoli first.

"Hyori-neechan," Hou Qinqin glared at her, "You're usually so brave, why did you back down at this crucial moment? Sis, we've been sleeping in the same bed for years, what can't we see each other doing?"

Lee Hyori blushed dark red and secretly glanced at Yang Gulang.

"Hyori, show the same fierce spirit we had when we fought those thugs back then." Yang Jiulang said, clenching his fist and flexing his muscles.

"Okay!" Lee Hyori's voice was like a mosquito's buzz, and her movements were like a sloth's.

She took several deep breaths before slowly taking off her top.

Under the admiring gaze of the crowd, her slender waist, flat stomach, and long, well-proportioned arms were perfectly displayed.

Finally, the three people without tops all stared at Zhou Wanqiu, who was holding a wine glass and had a cold, aloof expression.