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

The moonlight, as clear as water, was very bright; once the eyes adapted to the light, one could walk in open areas without needing any illumination.


Liang Zhiqiong came to the riverside, washed her face, and then followed the river downstream.


Five hundred meters is neither long nor short. It would take a few minutes to walk this distance on flat ground, let alone the more complex terrain of the riverside.


On this journey, Liang Zhiqiong walked for nearly ten minutes.


The night was tranquil. Unrecognizable insects chirped and birds called amongst the trees, the stream babbled, and occasionally the bright lights of fireflies could be seen. The fireflies, fleeting before one's eyes, were stunningly beautiful.


When accompanied by others, Liang Zhiqiong felt it was quite enjoyable; but walking alone in this desolate place, hearing familiar voices gradually fade away, she felt somewhat panicked.


368, I like her [Sangeng]_1