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

The cute fox mask entered his field of vision, and Ye Jiuliang's gaze lingered for a second before he indifferently moved it away.


Since he had asked so sincerely, she could only reply with equal sincerity.


Apparently not expecting Ye Jiuliang to reject him so directly, the boy's face behind the mask showed a hint of hurt.


His hands awkwardly at his sides, he stood there immobile.


Ye Jiuliang put away her phone, looked up to see the boy still standing there, nibbling on an apple, occasionally glancing her way.


It was strange, but she felt a sense of grievance emanating from his eyes.


"Sister, my legs are sore." He chewed on his apple as he spoke softly.


Ye Jiuliang paused, her eyes taking in the young man seriously.


Golden hair, light brown eyes, pale skin—he didn't seem like one of the Huaguo people.


To come here, standing around eating an apple, was quite bizarre.


111, Sister, my legs are sore (first watch)