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 air carried a hint of coolness, and the ice was marked with scratches of varying depths.


The man gliding at the very front, a towering figure like a soaring eagle, moved with light and agile steps.


Li Mochan looked back at the woman chasing after him and broke into a bright smile, teasingly boasting, "Little Wolf Cub, want to admit defeat?"


"Not a chance." Ye Jiuliang huffed with annoyance, her scarf around her neck slipping down occasionally, so she simply pulled it off.


Her gaze darted to the figure ahead of her and with a spark in her eyes, she challenged, "Mohan, watch out."


Li Mochan turned around just as a light grey scarf flew straight at him; he lifted his hand to block it and his well-defined hand conveniently grabbed one end of the scarf.


A triumphant smile flickered in Ye Jiuliang's eyes as she pulled back on the scarf.


Playful Jiuliang came online, and Li Mochan's lips curled indulgently.


A helpless chuckle spilled from his lips.


373, Dog Food on the Ice Rink (First Update)