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 didn't particularly soften her footsteps as she walked past; her combat boots made a very distinct noise against the grass.


The first thing Liang Zhiqiong noticed was a delighted turn of her head, but as soon as she saw it was Mo Shangjun, the light and hope in her eyes gradually faded away, replaced by an unmistakable disappointment.


Mo Shangjun narrowed her eyes slightly as she witnessed all this.


Liang Zhiqiong came back to her senses and continued to pull out weeds with her head down.


"What are you doing out here so late at night, destroying the environment?"


Mo Shangjun walked over and stopped beside her, kicking at the weeds Liang Zhiqiong had pulled up, frowning as she spoke.


Liang Zhiqiong pursed her lips, "I'm pleased to do so."


As soon as she finished speaking, her weed-pulling became even more vigorous, swiftly grabbing the tall grass and yanking it vigorously from the ground.


370, Mo Shangjun, won't you comfort me? [Second Update]_1