Fruit Store's Bottle

This is a hot-blooded story.
This is a story of growth.
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Mo Shangjun, after an extraordinary encounter with a cunning fox, was as beautiful as a vase.
Rumor had it, she was capricious, crafty, a living rogue!
Ya Tianxing, the mysterious captain of the Ace Special Warfare, was as handsome as a devil.
Rumor had it, he was callous, brutal, a living tyrant!
In reality—
Both were high-level "appearance supremacists"!
The day they met, she was hanging onto Ace's shoulder with a hooligan’s flair, yet her words were earnestly persuasive, "If you want me, it's not impossible, but first, you've got to pay with your charm!"
"Deal!"
The gavel came down.
Thus, the emotional journey of the old fox and the young rogue began amidst a different type of fervor.
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This is the story of two fiends, and when fiends clash head-on, if they want to avoid a life-or-death struggle, then the only option is to enjoy a thorough feast!
This is also a story of youthful ardor, with blood and tears. When the youth facing no regrets meets an increasingly powerful nation, what reason do we have not to be passionately stirred?
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We love our country, so we have no regrets drenching our past weaknesses with sweat;
We love our country, so we selflessly guard the lives of strangers with our blood.
——Mo Shangjun
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[The Chapter of Passion]
"Relying on oneself is too exhausting. Having a belief makes life a bit easier."
——What is your belief?
——You.

How Young Master Quan Pursues His Wife

Mo Shangjun reported the name of the restaurant to Mu Cheng.


After hanging up the phone, she had intended to probe Tianxing for some information, but she noticed Tianxing sitting leisurely, with his eyes closed, resting.


Mo Shangjun had never formally participated in a military exercise, but she knew quite a bit about them and was well aware that the exercises at Tianxing's level were anything but easy.


He hadn't even changed his clothes, so she figured he must have come right after the exercise ended. Allowing him to rest well was the right thing to do.


Around twelve o'clock, the jeep arrived at the entrance of the old restaurant.


Compared to the hotpot restaurant Tianxing chose, the street-side old restaurant Shangjun chose was worlds apart.


A secluded alley, a noisy street; looking around, it felt like being in an old town.


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