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

"Tired, rushing to get back to sleep. Do you want to fight, or just hand over the hostage to me?"


This lazy voice was unmistakably Mo Shangjun's!


Startled, An Chen's foot slipped and pressed down on the accelerator, and the jeep instantly charged down the slope.


The road ahead was a turn; the speed was too fast, and the jeep shot straight towards a tree!


An Chen quickly pressed down on the brake.


Due to inertia, his body lurched backward, feeling as if crushed by a powerful force, and a crashing sound came from behind.


His heart sinking, An Chen cursed silently.


The car slid down the road, leaving clear traces before finally stopping when facing the tree.


However, before he could catch his breath, An Chen felt a coldness at his neck, and his nerves tensed up.


A drawn dagger was pressed against his throat.


057, what's up, you want to catch up?_1