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

He turned the steering wheel slightly, and Li Mochan glanced at her from the corner of his eye, a dark sparkle of laughter flickering in his inky eyes amidst the dim light. "Because proximity to red makes you red and proximity to ink makes you black."


Upon hearing this, Ye Jiuliang's gaze swept coolly towards him. "Are you praising me or belittling me with that remark?"


"Praising you," Li Mochan lied shamelessly.


Like she would believe his nonsense, Ye Jiuliang slapped his arm irritably. "Keep joking around, Li Mochan."


Her gentle force was like a tickling sensation for Li Mochan, who took the opportunity to grab her slightly cool hand.


Ye Jiuliang glanced at him indifferently but let him hold on to her hand, pretending it was like holding a warm stove for comfort.


The night air was cool as water, leaves on the ground rustling with the wind.


The streetlights cast an orange glow as the roar of the sports car cut through the night, adding to the noise of the evening.


431, Those Who Are Near Ink Will Be Blackened (First Update)