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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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042, Are you two on a date?_1

The moonlight was like water, and the night was tranquil.

Under the tree, Mo Shangjun sat quietly without changing her posture, her demeanor lazy and casual, as the pen in her hand hesitated intermittently.

She would occasionally glance at Ya Tianxing.

Her gaze would sweep across quickly, but sometimes Ya Tianxing would catch her, and she would calmly and naturally shift her gaze away.

Ya Tianxing concentrated on roasting the rabbit for her, adding a bit of kindling from time to time, and turning the sweet potatoes buried in the charcoal.

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

About half an hour later, as Ya Tianxing was turning the rabbit again, he suddenly asked Mo Shangjun.

Mo Shangjun paused with her pen, thought for a moment, and then spoke without raising her head, "South, ten kilometers."

"Ji Ruonan is leaving tomorrow morning," Ya Tianxing said, raising his eyes to look at her.

"I know," Mo Shangjun said in a subdued voice.