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

With smiling eyes, Mo Shangjun looked at Ruan Yan, her nasal voice lilting as if asking a question, which drew Ruan Yan's thoughts back in.


The moment he averted his gaze, Ruan Yan frowned at the hand on his shoulder, but despite giving it thought, he didn't say anything about it.


"Here," the hand on his shoulder lifted, its finger pointing toward the map, Mo Shangjun's lips gently curving into a smile, the amusement dancing on her lips as she spoke deliberately, "train them a bit."


Ruan Yan glanced at the map with an indifferent expression.


That was exactly what he was doing at the moment.


Obviously, it was an utterly dull task.


Rather than waste time here, and have contact with this person named Mo Shangjun... huh, he would indeed prefer to go back and have tea.


Mo Shangjun narrowed her eyes and continued, "Consider it playing a game of tactical simulation."


Mo Shangjun is shameless enough [Second update]_1