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

He had to remind himself multiple times that this girl was a second-class cripple—and also quite beautiful.


With a somber face, Ya Tianxing went to grab her military boots and picked up a bag from the floor to find a pair of socks, then squatted down by her side.


Grasping her ankle, Ya Tianxing started putting the sock on her, but couldn't help staring at her foot for a few moments.


It was odd—her foot was quite attractive, but there was a scar on the top. At a casual glance, it wasn't very noticeable, but upon closer inspection, it was clear. Near the base of the toes on the outer side, the scar was about an inch long and had been stitched up.


"When you were a child," preferring the out-of-sight-out-of-mind approach, Ya Tianxing swiftly pulled the sock up for her, his voice cold, "you were abused quite badly, weren't you?"


At his words, Mo Shangjun paused for a moment before realizing what he was referring to.


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