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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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024, Momo, don't be angry [Fourth Update]_2

It's not about being angry or not, but Momo's attitude, her aura, her tone, definitely indicated displeasure.

"Momo, let's just spar a bit."

Yan Gui hurriedly walked over to An Chen's side and slung an arm around his shoulders, forcibly creating an image of brotherly affection.

An Chen glanced at him and frowned but didn't push him away.

"Really?"

Mo Shangjun said it without a change of expression, yet both her words and demeanor spoke three words—

She, didn't, believe.

"No, it's not."

Yan Gui awkwardly retracted his hand as he responded.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow and asked lazily.

"It's nothing much," Yan Gui grinned sheepishly as he explained, "just that, we had a topic we couldn't agree on, got a bit heated, and decided to have a fight to see who's right. Look, we didn't even settle it, and here you are..."

"So, you're saying I interrupted your 'happy event'?" Mo Shangjun narrowed her eyes slightly.