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 two planes flew as low as possible to avoid the strong winds.


The cabin door opened, and a soft ladder was lowered.


Wei Xi and several others, with masks on their faces and cloth bags tied to their waists, briskly stepped down the soft ladder, one hand holding the ladder and the other holding a specially made air gun.


They pulled the triggers, and a flurry of colorful powder scattered about.


Behind his mask, Wei Bei whistled, watching the colorful powder fall onto the island, his face barely concealing a smug smile.


The taste of counterattack was damn exhilarating.


An ear-piercing whistle sounded on the island, and wave after wave of men in black swarmed out.


As the colorful powder descended from the sky, before they could even react, their eyelids uncontrollably closed, and they fell down in waves.


It could be said that they lost without even knowing who the enemy was.


417, Lord Qia Mian (second update)