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

Although he was a company commander, Lang Yan was a breath of fresh air among his peers. Even though he outranked Mo Shangjun by one grade, he found himself feeling so guilty that he didn't dare say a word, despite deep down thinking Mo Shangjun was too harsh and strict.


"This, I'll go right away," Lang Yan walked over, took her training schedule, and after a thought, said tactfully, "However, since you already know about Lai Liang's matter..."


Mo Shangjun looked at him with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Don't worry, he can run faster than you."


Lang Yan, feeling utterly downtrodden, was very frustrated and didn't dare say anything else as he slunk off to the training ground.


Mo Shangjun watched him flee in a panic.


It wasn't until his figure had disappeared that Mo Shangjun sat down in her office chair and waited a few minutes, bored.


There was a knock at the door, followed by a firm shout.


Do things with flexibility, don't stick to one rigid way.