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 usually silent Wei Dong suddenly spoke up, "Madam is also participating in the competition today."


He had coincidentally overheard it while delivering documents.


As his words fell, the atmosphere dropped to freezing point, and everything around became quiet.


The next moment, a crowd gathered around, bombarding Wei Dong and the others with incessant chatter.


"Did the master agree to let Madam participate? If we accidentally hurt Madam, will the master throw us to feed the pigs and plant sweet potatoes?"


This question voiced the concerns of a large crowd.


In the past few days, they had all witnessed their icy-cold master turn into a doting husband.


It was like he held her in his mouth, fearing she would melt, and in his hands, fearing she would break—almost as if he would pluck stars from the sky for her.


412, I heard someone say I'm weak (fourth watch)