Fruit 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

Being rejected to her face, the female journalist's expression turned somewhat unbecoming, but fortunately, it wasn't her first time experiencing this, and her expression quickly returned to normal.


"Instructor Mo, I think the school has already notified, instructors and students participating in military training must cooperate with our interviews," the female journalist emphasized with a bit of reluctance.


"As you've said, cooperate, not compel," Mo Shangjun tilted her head, calmly said, "When I can't cooperate, I have the right to refuse."


The sharp-witted female journalist, for a moment, found herself at a loss for words.


If Mo Shangjun forcefully refused to cooperate, indeed, she had no grounds to compel her.


"Then I apologize for the interruption," the female journalist said, then turned her head to look at the two people behind her, her tone suddenly growing cold, "Let's go."


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