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

A shout rang out, filled with the joy of a long-awaited reunion.


Mo Shangjun felt a bit of a headache, turned slightly, and looked toward the newcomer.


The person appeared to be in his early twenties, around one meter eighty in height, on the slender side, with delicate and handsome features. At this moment, his eyebrows curved, and he smiled brightly, revealing his white teeth, his smile highly infectious, kindling goodwill in those who met him for the first time.


He quickly ran up to her, spreading his arms and pouncing towards Mo Shangjun.


Meanwhile, he called out to her with deep affection —


Suppressing the urge to send a kick flying his way, Mo Shangjun lifted the rifle in her hand and aimed it directly at his chest, halting the monkey-like man in his tracks.


Yan Gui, the man before her, was of the same age as her, two months her senior. As his father was a military man, he grew up in the military compound and had known her since they were both children.


078, Thanks to two legs that can move freely _1