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

Ye Jiuliang narrowed her eyes with a half-smile, her voice cool, "Now you refuse even the gifts I give you. I guess you're really tired of me, forget it, I..."


Before she could finish, Li Mochan cut her off, "I was just joking, let's open it up and see now."


Ye Jiuliang laughed with satisfaction and eagerly opened the bag.


Standing behind her, Li Mochan watched her take something out of the bag, and his expression gradually turned odd.


He knew it definitely wasn't anything good.


"Look, isn't this pretty?" Ye Jiuliang held up a pink curling iron in one hand and a hair curler in the other, boasting proudly.


"I specifically asked the salesperson there, the quality is quite good, perfect for creating cute curls."


Whether the quality was good or not, he didn't know, but he did know that her skills were lacking.


So many days had passed, and she still remembered this silly matter.


It was all Asheng's fault; why in the world did he decide to get his hair curled?


356, I feel pretty good right now (fourth watch)