Mint Cool Summer

[The female lead in this story is explosive, the male lead is arrogant, there's a mountain of dog food (sweet moments), and it's a story full of slag-abusing and monster-fighting, with a double dose of pampering joy.]
Ye Jiuliang was naturally cold and ruthless, with a fierce and wild approach to life. To the Ye Family, she was a calamitous lone star, and to the onlooking crowd, she was "Ninth Master".
It was said, no one was more arrogant than Ye Jiuliang; if she was second, no one claimed the first place.
Irritatingly, in the eyes of Li Mochan, she was his little wolf cub, the little rascal that he, Li Mochan, intended to pamper to the skies.
In the capital, it was widely rumored that the Li Family's Crown Prince could reduce people to ashes with just one look.
And yet, this precious and aloof figure was actually teased by Ye Jiuliang, and it seemed even... blushed.
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Upon returning from a business trip, Li Wuye cornered her in a dim stairwell, his fingertips sliding over her porcelain white neck, "How many little brothers are there?"
Meeting his dark gaze, Ye Jiuliang arched an eyebrow, "Is Li Wuye in the mood to beat someone up?"
"So what if I am?" Li Mochan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Feeling pity?"
Ye Jiuliang held back a laugh and nodded, "The little brothers can't take a hit, can you go easy on them?"
[In the private room where Xiang Tian and others were singing their hearts out, they inexplicably felt a chill running down their spines.]
Li Mochan buried his face in her shoulder and spat out fiercely, "I cannot."
Those who dare to flirt with his wolf cub deserved a ruthless beating.

The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss

"Little wolf cub, next time you ambush, make it more ferocious,"


the low, rich voice brushed past her ear, carrying a hint of laughter.


Ye Jiuliang glared angrily at the large hand encircling her wrist, but what really set her off was that term "little wolf cub."


If it wasn't for the fear that fighting would reveal her identity as the "Masked Youth," she would have resorted to fists instead of words long ago.


She touched her forehead, rarely playing the fragile card, "My head hurts."


At her words, Li Mochan's lips curved up, and he suddenly scooped her into his arms, the unexpected action nearly making Ye Jiuliang's soul jump out of her skin.


Flailing her long, straight legs in the air, Ye Jiuliang scrambled to escape his embrace, "Li Mochan, what are you doing? Put me down."


"Does your head not hurt anymore?" Li Mochan teased with a tugging smile.


Ye Jiuliang's body, which had been twisting in protest, stiffened, "..."


086, Next time the raid has to be fiercer (four more)