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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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After returning to her room and drying her hair with a hairdryer, Mo Shangjun went to bed.

She had dozed off intermittently for a few hours in the morning, but it was either on her back or in a vehicle, so the sleep wasn't very restful.

She seldom felt this exhausted, as if she had gone through one of those anti-fatigue trainings before; she lay down thinking she would sleep for a whole day and night.

But, she underestimated the biological clock she had cultivated over many years.

She woke up in less than six hours as night fell.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the floor-to-ceiling window, outside of which was the hazy night. The building was so high that she could only see the building opposite and a sliver of the night sky. Pulling back her gaze, the room was dimly lit, barely clear enough to make out the positions of objects, but the dark light in her vision made things indistinct.

She paused for three seconds.