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

"Mohan, step back a bit." Ye Jiuliang pulled out the wooden cork from the porcelain bottle and shouted.


Seeing the porcelain bottle in her hand, Li Mohan understood and, with a knowing smile, reached out to pull Wei Dong aside.


Wei Dong hadn't reacted yet when he turned his head and saw the person tugging at the back of his collar, his clenched fist instantly relaxed.


A low and cool voice echoed in the air, as if it were thunder.


The men in black looked back warily, the wind blew the leaves, but the source of the voice was nowhere to be seen.


Suddenly, pale green powder came with the wind, spreading far and wide, catching them off guard.


As soon as the powder touched their skin, the men in black's faces and hands immediately broke out in many red rashes.


It wasn't just a small spot, but large areas of red rashes that bloomed.


Piercing screams rose and fell, their tone harsh and unpleasant to the ear.


386, Can't I come here for a trip (first update)