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

Chen Lu hadn't lingered long in the kitchen; he quickly packed the dumplings into a clear storage box and walked out with it.


Approaching, he handed it directly to Shen Qing, who was still noticeably shaken.


"Considering you're still young, I'll let it go this time," Chen Lu said, pushing the dumplings into Shen Qing's hands with a stern face, his anger from being wrongfully accused not yet subsided, "There won't be a next time."


Shen Qing stared in astonishment, holding the dumplings and looking at Chen Lu's stern face. Feeling incredibly guilty, she didn't say a word. Tentatively, she took a few steps to the side, and when she realized no one was stopping her, she turned around and hurried toward the entrance.


Shen Qing bolted through the door and out, not even bothering to close it properly before shakily opening the door across from her. Following the loud bang from the door shutting on the opposite side, the world fell utterly silent.


229, that bastard with the surname Yan [2 updates]_1