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

Ya Tianxing stood in the middle of the stairs, six or seven steps apart, he looked up at Mo Shangjun, yet there was no sense of oppression from looking up at someone, if anything, his aura seemed even more overwhelming.


The dim light of the corridor cast upon his face, sharpening his defined features, his brows and eyes handsome and bold, the corners of his eyes carrying a soul-catching defiance. The wilderness in his eyes was unhidden, extremely lethal, yet mixed with a bewitching charm that inevitably caught one's attention.


Clad in clean and tidy training gear, it accentuated his tall and upright figure, with the fiery spirit and dominance of a military man fully on display, exuding a powerful presence.


402, A man in his fifties or sixties [In the middle of the night]_1