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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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026, Do you believe in love at first sight? [Second Update]_1

The sunlight was brilliant, and a cool breeze wafted through the air.

Leaning against a tree with his arms crossed, the man's presence seemed to hide itself; if his position weren't so conspicuous, one might have a hard time noticing him on a casual glance.

Raising a hand to adjust the brim of her hat, Mo Shangjun walked over.

Before she got close, he noticed her, lifting his eyes to meet hers and letting his gaze linger on her.

With an amused smile, as if sizing her up, he seemed to find her interesting.

Stopping about two meters from him, Mo Shangjun lazily raised her eyes to meet his.

"I didn't expect you would really come."

The man chuckled, showing an appropriately surprised expression.

"Name."

Mo Shangjun spoke calmly, indicating no intent to exchange pleasantries with him.

Gazing into her eyes, the man enunciated slowly, "Duan Zimu."

"Oh."

Mo Shangjun nodded indifferently, without so much as furrowing her brow.