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 voice carried a hint of resentment and anger.


Mo Shangjun slightly furrowed her brows, loosened her backpack straps, and raised her hand to touch her ears.


Turning around, Mo Shangjun looked up and saw Sheng Xia approaching with a gun in tow, her steps large, her expression cold and suspicious, her gaze upon Mo like that of someone scrutinizing a prisoner – icy and intent.


Mo Shangjun didn't answer, her demeanor nonchalant.


Sheng Xia walked right up to her, an imposing aura about her, and said with a heavier tone, "I'll ask you again, where did you come from?!"


This time, Mo Shangjun furrowed her brows deeply.


Her speed in launching an attack was unbelievably fast.


082, Both sides confront each other_1