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

At a nearby dining table, Xiang Yongming poked his head out and waved at her rather ostentatiously.


His shout drew everyone's attention, and one by one, their gazes fell upon Mo Shangjun.


There were those who looked away, those who felt guilty, those who were sentimental, those who were unwilling, those who hesitated...


After a moment's consideration, Mo Shangjun walked toward Xiang Yongming with her meal tray in hand.


In that time, Xiang Yongming had already made room for her to sit down.


As Mo Shangjun approached, she ignored the spot he had cleared for her.


"What, caused some trouble?" she asked with a cool stare, her eyebrows arched in distrust.


"No, no," Xiang Yongming hurriedly replied, his words heavy with insinuation, "I just, you know, didn't see you for a day and was worried you'd do something rash over our bet... wouldn't that be embarrassing?"


Mo Shangjun laughed, "You think giving me a seat will make me feel less embarrassed?"


107, it's best not to get involved_3