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

that Ya Tianxing had picked out on a whim.


It was a form-fitting dark brown jacket with chains hanging from the arms, left unbuttoned to reveal a white long-sleeve shirt underneath. The waist was subtly accentuated, paired with jeans that perfectly outlined her long legs. A bit of the belt peeked out, adding a touch of rakish nonchalance to the whole ensemble, which was quite eye-catching.


Unaware of his gaze, Mo Shangjun took her phone.


Looking down, she noticed the account nicknamed "Brother Xing" was pinned to the top of her messages.


Mo Shangjun suddenly whistled, raising her eyebrows teasingly at him, "Brother Xing, are you trying to confess your love?"


"In such a lovely setting, with a beauty before me…" Ya Tianxing met her playful look and casually asked in return, "Is that not allowed?"


"Sure," Mo Shangjun agreed surprisingly readily, "you're good-looking, so I'm not at a loss."


051, Brother Xing, you also want to confess?_1