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

Mo Shangjun had plenty of room to sleep by herself, but with Liang Zhiqiong added to the equation, the makeshift wooden bed became dangerously unstable.


As soon as she got on, the bed swayed and Liang Zhiqiong immediately lay down, then turned on her side and wrapped her arms around Mo Shangjun's waist.


The icy voice of Mo Shangjun immediately drifted into Liang Zhiqiong's ear.


"A hug won't make you lose any meat," Liang Zhiqiong pouted and far from letting go, hugged her waist even tighter.


Mo Shangjun frowned, struggling to resist the urge to stab that unruly hand with her military knife.


God damn, she wasn't her man, so why the hug?!


Liang Zhiqiong hummed dissatisfiedly, "Mo Shangjun, I just had my heart broken, you know."


"I'll just hug you then," Liang Zhiqiong whispered into her ear, "My waist is really slim, it would be a pity not to hug it."


Mo Shangjun threw a punch at her forehead.


371, don’t burn bridges like that! [Third Watch]_1