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

Ye Jiuliang stretched out his hand slowly, grabbed his collar, sniffed, and said with a soft voice tinged with the hoarseness of just waking up, "You've been drinking too."


Li Mochan chuckled lowly, "Are you awake now?"


"No." She shook her head, mumbling, "You smell like sweat, it's disgusting."


He hadn't even minded her smelling of alcohol, yet she was complaining about his sweat odor.


After punching in the gym for over an hour, how could he not sweat?


"Should I throw you down then?" Li Mochan pecked her cheek and spoke with a voice magnetic and laced with amusement.


Ye Jiuliang countered unhurriedly, "Then take your time throwing me, Master, I'll go find some young lads to catch me."


Upon those words, the smile on Li Mochan's lips suddenly turned dangerous.


"How many do you think would be appropriate?"


The little rascal, getting high and mighty after drinking.


456, get drunk easily (late night)