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How Young Master Quan Pursues His Wife

This is a hot-blooded story. This is a story of growth. # Mo Shangjun, after an extraordinary encounter with a cunning fox, was as beautiful as a vase. Rumor had it, she was capricious, crafty, a living rogue! Ya Tianxing, the mysterious captain of the Ace Special Warfare, was as handsome as a devil. Rumor had it, he was callous, brutal, a living tyrant! In reality— Both were high-level "appearance supremacists"! The day they met, she was hanging onto Ace's shoulder with a hooligan’s flair, yet her words were earnestly persuasive, "If you want me, it's not impossible, but first, you've got to pay with your charm!" "Deal!" The gavel came down. Thus, the emotional journey of the old fox and the young rogue began amidst a different type of fervor. # This is the story of two fiends, and when fiends clash head-on, if they want to avoid a life-or-death struggle, then the only option is to enjoy a thorough feast! This is also a story of youthful ardor, with blood and tears. When the youth facing no regrets meets an increasingly powerful nation, what reason do we have not to be passionately stirred? # We love our country, so we have no regrets drenching our past weaknesses with sweat; We love our country, so we selflessly guard the lives of strangers with our blood. ——Mo Shangjun # [The Chapter of Passion] "Relying on oneself is too exhausting. Having a belief makes life a bit easier." ——What is your belief? ——You.

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She always had a solid foundation.

But she herself never cared about it.

At this moment, as she lifted her eyes, her pupils were moistened by the river water, becoming even more lustrous. Fine droplets clung to her eyelashes, refracting sparkling light in the sunlight. And those bright, beautiful black eyes always made his heart inexplicably flutter.

"Got it."

Mo Shangjun patted her hands and casually responded.

"I—"

"We'll talk about it later." Mo Shangjun cut him off.

An Chen paused, realizing that discussing romance was somewhat inappropriate under the circumstances, as the assessment was more pressing.

So he said, "Let's go together."

"Okay, keep up."

Mo Shangjun agreed quite readily.

Then, with her not-waterproof backpack on, she jogged back along the road.

The pace wasn't particularly fast.

An Chen followed closely by her side.

Not far away—

Mu Cheng and Peng Yuqiu, passing by, watched the scene discreetly.

"Looks like the flower has found its owner."