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

Putting aside the issue of wealth and large villas.

Everyone knows that Yang Jiulang's pictograph was secretly modified by the system, making him incredibly handsome.

Therefore, it's normal for any woman with a normal sexual orientation to have feelings for him.

Zhang Yahan's orientation is towards the Monkey King, so she's blind and doesn't know how good the man beside her is.

Gu Lina wasn't blind; after a short period of contact, her goodwill gradually increased, and feelings for each other began to blossom.

However, this girl was shy and not good at expressing herself, always blooming quietly like a shy rose.

Two days have passed, and only a tiny bit has opened.

Poor Yang Jiulang, things have all gone wrong, he's completely messed up.

On the third day, Gu Lina couldn't resist and came to play with Zhang Yahan early in the morning.

Of course, by this time Zhang Yahan no longer believed that she had come to see her, because as soon as she entered the door she looked around until she saw her lover, and then she smiled.

Zhang Yahan decided to let it go, saying, "You're all adults, if you bleed, bandage yourself."

When I returned from dance class, I saw the two of them making Luomo (a type of steamed bun) in front of the stove again. I shook my head and went upstairs to practice dancing.

"Call me when you're ready to eat," she said, slamming the door shut.

Gu Lina blushed and whispered to Yang Jiulang, who was helping to pour the oil, "Jiulang, Yahan isn't angry, is she?"

"Ignore her, she's just spoiled." Yang Jiulang said indifferently.

"Kuro, are you two really not in a relationship? Ya-han said she likes someone else."

Yang Jiulang knew it was the "Monkey King," but he wasn't jealous of it at all now. Instead, he thanked it and nodded, saying, "She does indeed have someone she likes."

"Oh, do you know him?"

"We know each other, we're quite familiar."

"Is he handsome?" Gu Lina asked, displaying a woman's characteristic gossip.

Yang Jiulang shook his head and grinned mischievously, "He's far inferior to me, he's just a big monkey, hahahahaha."

"Oh dear, Hisarou, please don't say that, it's impolite."

"Yes, yes, yes," Yang Jiulang nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, that's impolite, that's impolite, let's not talk about her."

Gu Lina smiled slightly, took out a steamed bun, broke off a corner with her chopsticks, blew on it, and then held it to Yang Jiulang's lips: "Try it and see if it's salty."

Yang Jiulang opened his mouth and ate the food, then bit down on the chopsticks and didn't move, his eyes narrowing into slits.

Gu Lina tried to pull it out but couldn't. She looked up at Yang Jiulang and saw that his eyes were full of sparks. Her face flushed, and she instinctively thrust her hand forward.

Fortunately, Yang Jiulang had practiced and reacted quickly, tilting his head back rapidly.

Otherwise, the chopsticks might have to go through it.

"Oh dear, are you alright?" Gu Lina exclaimed in surprise, leaning close to him.

Yang Jiulang casually grabbed her small hand.

This was the first time the two had such close contact.

They've been dragging this out for three days, and they've only just held hands. It's a bit slow, but Yang Jiulang is very satisfied.

Gu Lina struggled slightly, let out a soft cry, and finally gave up, letting him hold her hand and bring it to his nose to inhale deeply.

"It smells so good, so delicious."

Gu Lina's face was flushed.

The pan was sizzling.

The two ultimately did not take things further that day, and their relationship remained at the level of holding hands.

Yang Jiulang acted out of affection, but Gu Lina stopped him by proper etiquette.

When Yang Jiulang tried to pull her into his arms, Gu Lina gently broke free and cried out in a sweet voice, "No!"

Yang Jiulang did not force the issue; he wanted to be a gentleman in front of a beautiful woman.

In the afternoon, Yang Jiulang refused to leave, and Gu Lina didn't want to leave either.

The three of them ate flatbread, made coffee, and chatted together.

Yang Jiulang discovered that Gu Lina was not only beautiful, but also had an exceptionally good personality. She was shy, but not timid; she loved to laugh, but was not frivolous; she always spoke softly, yet every word she uttered was to the point.

What surprised Yang Jiulang even more was that Gu Lina, despite always saying "Stop it" to his half-joking flirtatious remarks, never showed any real rejection in her eyes. She was like a deep spring, unfathomable.

On the fourth day, the two met at the new villa early again.

"They're coming earlier every day!"

Zhang Yahan was not surprised and let the two into the courtyard.

Gu Lina blushed and remained silent, while Yang Jiulang chuckled, "Two people served you, aren't you going to thank us?"

Zhang Yahan scoffed and glared at Yang Jiulang. "What? You took the day off again today?"

Yang Jiulang grinned: "I invited him for three days."

"What the hell?" Zhang Yahan was almost speechless. "Your boss is out of his mind."

"Hahaha, well said, well said! You deserve a reward, you deserve a reward!"

"You're sick." Zhang Yahan slung her bag over her shoulder and drove her beloved white car to her dance class.

As Gu Lina watched the white car drive away, she casually asked, "Ya Han said that car was a gift from you."

Yang Jiulang nodded, then shook his head: "She will pay me back later."

"Oh~"

Gu Lina brought some chilled lemonade, and the two sat down in the shade of the courtyard to drink together.

In the distance, cicadas chirped incessantly, and the air conditioner unit on the back wall hummed loudly.

Gu Lina wore a light yellow short-sleeved shirt with a bow at the collar and a white long skirt. She looked as fresh as a white peach that had just been taken out of the refrigerator and was drying in the hot air, with water droplets forming on it.

She sat in the chair, her slippers dangling from her feet, chatting idly with Yang Jiulang.

It has to be said that Yang Jiulang is incredibly skilled at business; he charmed Gu Lina with just his words, making her heart flutter and laugh uncontrollably.

Her laughter was also pleasant, clear and crisp, like wind chimes tinkling together.

While she was laughing, Yang Jiulang moved the stool closer to her.

This time, he was only halfway between her buttocks and could smell her scent. It wasn't perfume, but more like the faint fragrance of laundry detergent residue, mixed with a hint of sweetness.

You can also feel the warmth coming from her buttocks.

The second one is more deadly.

Yang Jiulang felt a little suffocated, so he quickly picked up the lemon water and took a big gulp.

"Gu Lina." Yang Jiulang couldn't help but call her name.

"Hmm?" She smiled and turned her head, their faces so close that they could see the number of each other's eyelashes.

Yang Jiulang stared into her eyes and lowered his voice: "You look really beautiful when you smile."

Gu Lina's smile paused for a moment. The smile in her eyes remained unchanged, but there was something indescribable in them. She didn't flinch, nor did she speak; she just looked at him.

Yang Jiulang's heart skipped a beat. He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips touching the corner of her lips, and gently wiped them: "There's lemon juice on here."

Gu Lina's eyelashes trembled. She didn't move, but her breathing became a little lighter. Yang Jiulang's fingers slid down her lips to her cheek, paused for a second, then slid to behind her ear and gently pinched her earlobe.

Gu Lina seemed frozen in place, only the rise and fall of her chest betraying her unease. She opened her mouth, as if wanting to say something, but ultimately only uttered a very soft, low syllable: "You..."

Without further hesitation, Yang Jiulang leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.

Gu Lina's lips were soft, softer than Yang Jiulang had imagined, with a sweet and sour taste of lemonade, and a slightly cool feel...

Yang Jiulang's buttocks suddenly rose into the air and moved next to Gu Lina, filling in the last half of the distance between them.