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

"277, withdraw from the intensive training," Mo Shangjun said calmly, as if it were merely a casual suggestion, devoid of any coercive intent.


However, this casually uttered sentence caused Liang Zhiqiong's grievances to surge uncontrollably. She slightly lowered her eyelids, and her eyes immediately moistened.


She buried her head low, and her hoarse voice was choked with sobs, "Why? Am I still not suitable?"


Mo Shangjun threw her backpack onto the ground, glanced at her, then squatted down next to her feet.


Instinctively, Liang Zhiqiong tried to draw her legs in, but Mo Shangjun grabbed one, the firm grip triggering the already unbearable pain, rendering Liang Zhiqiong numb and dazed, stiffening without any reaction.


Without hesitation, Mo Shangjun pulled up the leg of her pants, and the snakebite wound immediately appeared before her eyes.


As the raindrops pattered down, Mo Shangjun looked at the inflamed, festering wound that had expanded drastically and furrowed her brows.


389, Mo Shangjun, who considers herself modest【Third watch】_1