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

The word, laced with a hint of mockery, rang out clear and cool, tinged with an air of contempt.


Before the sound fully dissipated, the surrounding people moved a step closer, cautiously eyeing her.


The motorcycle's headlight remained on, illuminating the area and the woman seated askew on it. She appeared to be in her early twenties, young and beautiful, clad in a black jacket and jeans. With a helmet in one hand, her movements were effortless and proud. The hazy halo of light revealed her elongated, luminous eyes, defiant and smiling. The disdain she casually flashed suggested she didn't take them seriously.


In that instant, no one saw her as an ordinary character.


She was certainly beautiful, but it was her innate demeanor of loftiness, the way she looked down on them like a queen from on high, and they seemed but ants.


From the first impression, there was a clear gap.


054, someone come and talk, eh_1