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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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018, see you here at the second watch tomorrow noon.

Mo Shangjun heard footsteps again.

Light and unhurried, accompanied by the sound of the wind, they approached not cautiously but rather openly, with no killing intent perceived around them.

Very much like that person from yesterday.

Feeling someone's gaze on her, Mo Shangjun couldn't continue sleeping and simply opened her eyes.

The man had already come closer, only two or three meters away. Seeing her wake up, he too stopped, crossed his arms, lowered his eyelids, and looked her over with a scrutinizing gaze.

From Mo Shangjun's angle, she could only see his military boots, long legs, and the coat of his uniform. He stood against the light, his face hidden in the dimness.

Shucking off the hat from her face, Mo Shangjun sat up and tilted her head slightly to look at the newcomer.

Her vision was much clearer now, and that face naturally came into view.