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

The tone was lightly lifted, the voice languid. For a moment, it rang a bell, but Ruan Yan simply couldn't match it with any identity in his mind.


He paused briefly, then turned around without changing his expression.


A somewhat familiar figure came into view.


After the rain, the sky cleared, the gloom at the horizon dispersed, and warm yellow mists glowed in the sunlight slanting down, falling perfectly on the silhouette. Tall and slender, the figure looked striking in camouflage combat fatigues. The soft warm sunlight fell on that small and delicate face, and even the camouflage paint couldn't hide its good looks. The contours of the eyes and brows softened in the light, displaying a spirited and playful demeanor with a smile in the eyes.


This person had appeared a meter behind him at some point.


She had one hand in her pocket, eyelids slightly drooped, looking at him with a hint of amusement.


392, I remember you now, the blind date partner of Feng Fan_1