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

A voice seemed to drift down from above, sounding almost unreal amidst the sweltering afternoon heat.


Mo Shangjun propped herself up with both hands and called out during a break, "Reporting, not tired!"


Up ahead, Ya Tianxing spoke with a hint of distress.


Mo Shangjun felt chills running through her heart.


Regardless of her feelings, she didn't let the rhythm of her push-ups get disrupted, counting each one clearly and precisely.


Just then, a hand came into view with slender, attractive fingers holding a tissue, gently wiping the sweat from her forehead, nose, and cheeks.


However, because of Mo Shangjun's push-up movements, the tissue smeared all over her face.


The tissue was reasonably soft, but it still scraped across Mo Shangjun's face with a bit of pain.


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