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

Cen Zhi and Mo Shangjun entered the door one after the other.


The action of closing the door drew the attention of the shopkeeper, who was organizing merchandise; he glanced towards the entrance and immediately displayed a joyful smile.


Mo Shangjun observed the person subtly.


A middle-aged man, around fifty years old, bald, with a beard along his jaw, slightly overweight, broad-shouldered, and walked with an imposing air.


Upon seeing Cen Zhi, his expression became noticeably more respectful, and he called out, "Sister Cen."


As soon as he spoke, he approached and stopped in front of them.


Suddenly, a small boy about seven or eight years old popped out from somewhere, clomping along in oversized slippers behind the shopkeeper, poking his head out, and gazing at Cen Zhi and Mo Shangjun with his shiny black eyes.


"And this is..." The shopkeeper obviously noticed Mo Shangjun's presence, smiling inquisitively at Cen Zhi.


334, Sisheng looks more like Aunt Cen's own daughter.