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

The words were an order, leaving no room for dissent.


The two female soldiers were stunned, completely baffled.


One of them, a slightly round-faced and sturdier female soldier, asked in bewilderment.


The female soldier beside her was slim and petite, lips slightly pursed, avoiding Mo Shangjun's gaze, obviously somewhat afraid of her.


Mo Shangjun looked at them indifferently, not saying a word.


Feeling a terrifying pressure, the two exchanged glances, growing nervous. The slimmer soldier tugged at her companion's sleeve, signaling to give in to the situation.


As they moved off, their complaints could still be heard.


"Feifei, what kind of person is she? We were just doing a good deed without interfering with her."


The slim soldier named Feifei advised in a lowered voice, soft and timid.


Mo Shangjun touched her nose, unconcerned as she withdrew her gaze.


003, If one is determined to harm oneself, nobody can do anything _1