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

Mo Shangjun got off the plane and left the airport.


The sky had darkened, and artificial lights illuminated the ground. Looking up, she saw only a few scattered stars twinkling in the pitch-black night sky.


Mo Shangjun hailed a taxi, and had just started to mention her destination when her phone's ringtone sounded.


——Even though it was a new phone, Ya Tianxing had input several contact numbers into the address book, including those of Chen Lu, Mo Shangshuang, Mo Cang, and even Lang Yan's.


Picking up the phone, Mo Shangjun called out languidly.


"Lieutenant Mo," came Lang Yan's cheerful voice on the other end. He laughed and asked, "Have you arrived?"


"Perfect," Lang Yan said, "I'm here in the city for some errands and about to head back. Why don't you go have a meal, and I'll pick you up later? We can go back together."


127. Mo Shangjun: [Second Watch]_1