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

Fortunately, three military doctors arrived, and because they spread out, there were no conflicts.


Following the gesture of a military doctor, Mo Shangjun took off her jacket.


Having just greeted the pilot, Ya Tianxing returned to see Mo Shangjun's injuries and his expression couldn't help but freeze.


There was a slash on her shoulder, not deep, but blood had soaked half of her short sleeve; both arms were dotted with cuts, bruises, and contusions, leaving none of her originally fair skin untouched.


All five fingers were torn and lacerated, the flesh mangled, making it difficult to distinguish skin from muscle—it was a ghastly sight.


The military doctor examined the injuries with an impassive face, then asked her, "Do you need anesthesia?"


Though not life-threatening, the wounds must have been very painful.


He had just realized that the patient was a woman.


116, With endurance, one can even reach the sky [Second update]_2