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

Ya Tianxing liked to do things with certainty.


However, after meeting Mo Shangjun, he broke convention time and time again.


Once they had contact, he repeatedly broke the usual protocols. He couldn't proceed step by step with her, and as a result, he still hadn't figured out her intentions to this day.


Nevertheless, such interaction was quite interesting.


Ya Tianxing casually took over the conversation.


Without lingering, he turned and walked toward the door.


He reached the entrance, changed his shoes, and glanced again at Mo Shangjun, who was on the sofa.


Even though she was right-handed, she held the knife in her left hand, peeling the apple skin bit by bit. Her movements were smooth, so she must have practiced a lot.


Withdrawin his gaze, Ya Tianxing left the house.*


098, Love at First Sight_1