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

Deep, inscrutable black eyes narrowed slightly, emitting a dangerous signal.


Li Mochan made a move suddenly, pouncing over with an iron arm reaching out to her.


"You little rascal, it's not over for tonight."


Ye Jiuliang dodged his hand with a playful smile, rolling heedlessly to the edge of the bed without noticing.


"Be careful." Li Mochan's expression tightened as his iron arm quickly scooped her up, this time preventing her from falling off.


Ye Jiuliang laughed out loud and burrowed into his embrace.


Still in the mood for jokes, "Thank you, Master Li, for your rescue."


"You really aren't afraid of falling," he said with an indulgent tone.


Just then, the cellphone on the bedside table rang.


Li Mochan released her and turned to pick up the phone.


After pressing answer button, Wei Bei's voice came through the phone, somewhat serious.


375, Are you not taking me with you? (Third watch)