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

Ya Tianxing's expression was a mix of amusement and seriousness, not angered by Mo Shangjun's actions, yet showing no sign of relenting, utterly inscrutable from head to toe.


"Not quite, that's the last resort. I would have to wait until the time after next." Mo Shangjun answered truthfully.


Ya Tianxing's laugh carried a hint of chill, "You sure seem to have a spirit of sacrifice."


"I'm just more generous by nature, can't help it." Mo Shangjun was exceedingly modest, with a face screaming 'I don't deserve such praise'.


Ya Tianxing leaned back, propped up his legs in a casual pose, and lazily glanced at the chair opposite to him, "Take a seat."


"Is that okay?" Mo Shangjun asked pretentiously.


Ya Tianxing was amused and irritated by her, "Do you need some time to look in the mirror to see how clearly the word 'hypocrite' is written on your forehead?"


353, Convince me with sincere reasons [second update]_1