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

"Then have you ever had a girlfriend before?" Ye Jiuliang continued to ask.


Feng Yi withdrew his hand and smirked smugly, then looked at Jiang Yisheng with skepticism.


"Why are you staring at me?" Jiang Yisheng sighed helplessly, wishing he could bury himself in a hole.


"Asheng, want to try again?" Ye Jiuliang asked with a smile.


Smelling a trap, Jiang Yisheng was about to shake his head but, facing their gossip-thirsty gazes, agreed helplessly.


If he didn't try again, this question would probably never go away.


Placing his right hand on the Lie Detector, Jiang Yisheng wore an expression of resigned fate, "Just ask."


"Do you have someone you like?" Feng Yi asked eagerly.


Jiang Yisheng was full of black lines, and as he looked up, his gaze inadvertently met Ji Mingqian's, who emotionlessly turned his head away, "No."


367. The thing I hate most about Jiuliang doing (in the middle of the night)