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

"I want to train with the first platoon for a day," Mo Shangjun raised her eyebrows, her phoenix eyes squinting slightly, and her shallow smile carried a hint of sincerity.


Not just him, even the people of the entire first platoon were inevitably taken aback.


They looked at the female officer standing in front of the team.


Slender and tall, she stood next to the burly Chen Ke, her presence undiminished, her existence even more imposing than Chen Ke's.


The sky had darkened without anyone noticing, thick clouds blanketing the air, a heavy gloom seemed to press down from behind her, as the wild wind roared, howling from her back, leaves flying chaotically, yet she stood there with her hands behind her back, immovable, unaffected by anything, with even a hint of mirth in her eyes.


Such a figure was impressively memorable.


Chen Ke glanced at her a few times and probably guessed her intention.


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