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

"How do I put this, I feel... at your age, more or less, everyone cares a bit about what others think."


Mo Shangjun's face darkened at the thought of something, "And then they're plagued by gains and losses all day, melancholic for no reason?"


"..." After a moment of silence, Lang Yan grew curious, "It seems like you're really annoyed by those kinds of people?"


This time, Mo Shangjun didn't beat around the bush but nodded directly, "Yeah, a little."


"Then most people would be the object of your annoyance," Lang Yan couldn't help but tease her.


"Lucky me," Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk, "Our company commander isn't one of them."


Even though the words carried a hint of jest, paired with that teasing gaze and slightly curved lips, Lang Yan's heart suddenly warmed, stirring emotions that were slightly uncomfortable.


Lang Yan tried hard to suppress these feelings.


"Won't you ask what I think?" Lang Yan asked with a smile.


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