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

Liang Zhiqiong was still that little cat who would get prickly as soon as she was displeased.


But he suddenly realized, he couldn't keep indulging her anymore.


The little cat also had to grow up one day.


Then, Peng Yuqiu heard his own voice, excessively bleak, enunciating each word, "Zhiqiong, I have a girlfriend now."


Liang Zhiqiong subconsciously stepped back half a step, her eyes blinked again, and two rows of hot tears silently slid from the corners of her eyes, traced down her cheeks, and dropped, seeping into the fabric of her collar.


Then, Liang Zhiqiong raised her hand, wiping away the tears on her face, and muttered with extreme calmness: "Damn it, you're lying to me again!"


"It's true." Peng Yuqiu spoke very slowly, each word delivering a message that all fell into Liang Zhiqiong's ears, "Her name is Xu Ke, 21 years old, still in college."


368, I like her [Sangeng]_3