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 night was deep and silent, with the clear sound of flowing water babbling along.


By the stream, amidst a pile of chaotic rocks, two figures nestled close together.


Suddenly, the man's well-defined large hand moved, the back of it covered in bruises and bloodstains.


Those cold and dark eyes slowly opened, a flash of cold light emerging from their depths.


Thinking of something abruptly, Li Mochan instinctively looked at the person in his arms, and by the pale moonlight, he glimpsed the woman's pale face, drained of blood.


Li Mochan sat up, avoiding the wound on her shoulder, and helped her to rise.


He reached out to caress her face, his hoarse voice barely concealing his anxiety, "Wolf cub, wake up, please wake up..."


"Mohan." A weak voice sounded, Ye Jiuliang struggled to open her eyes, her bloodied hand covering his.


Gasping for breath, she unsteadily said, "There is medicine in the hidden pocket of my clothes."


398. Remember to devote yourself (second update)