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

It was thrown out so casually, just two words.


In that instant, Ya Tianxing thought he had heard wrong.


After taking a few looks at Mo Shangjun, catching the probing in her gaze, Ya Tianxing paused and then raised his eyebrows to ask, "If I carry you, will you fall secretly in love with me?"


Narrowing her eyes slightly, Mo Shangjun answered with utmost sincerity, "No."


Ya Tianxing turned around and walked away.


However, he hadn't walked more than two meters before he stopped.


Turning back around, he raised his eyebrows at Mo Shangjun.


As if he had anticipated it, she was still standing in the same spot.


The light of the early morning was hazy, strand by strand, and she stood against it, with a faint halo behind her, making her silhouette even more distinct. She was tall and straight, one hand in her pocket, the other holding a Type 95 automatic rifle, with her right foot slightly forward.


094, Stay at my place tonight [first watch]_1