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

Ji Mingqian clicked his tongue and grabbed the short-sleeve shirt to put it on.


He moved unhurriedly to the living room and saw the huddled figure on the sofa. Ji Mingqian pursed his lips, suppressing the corners that threatened to rise.


"Jiang Yisheng, do you really want to sleep here?"


The person on the sofa, with his back to him, prolonged the silent atmosphere.


Ji Mingqian touched his nose and his gaze fell upon the chestnut-colored hair. He reached out and pinched a tuft of hair, "Hey, I was just kidding, don't be so petty. I put on the shirt, see for yourself."


An unusual sensation came from his head, and Jiang Yisheng pulled the blanket off his face, his fierce gaze lacking any lethality, "Ji Mingqian, who told you to pull my hair? Can't you let people sleep peacefully at night?"


He had already tried to treat him as a friend and sealed away all other thoughts. Why did he insist on trampling over the boundaries he had struggled to draw?


435, Gone (first update)