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

"Alright, seems like there's an understanding."


It was meant to be a compliment, but when it reached the ears of Second Squad, it couldn't have been more eerie.


Involuntarily, a chill ran down their spines.


The person standing in the front row received the comment with a trembling voice.


Even they themselves couldn't fathom the fear and dread they felt towards Mo Shangjun, unsure of where it stemmed from.


Somehow, the thought of Mo Shangjun being on the opposing side filled them with a bone-deep shiver.


Mo Shangjun hadn't really done anything excessive to them since she had joined their unit, except maybe her shows of force were a bit harsh.


"Singing before meals," Mo Shangjun shook her empty thermos, and with an extremely slow cadence, her gaze swept over them before she genially raised an eyebrow, "is there such a rule, yes?"


104. Why should I put up with it when I'm angry?_1