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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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Inside the base, the night was tranquil.

Before the lights-out bugle call, Mo Shangjun avoided all surveillance and reached a wall of the base close to the outer street.

Mo Shangjun patted her hands, just about to climb over the wall, when she suddenly heard a familiar, chilling voice—

"Where are you planning to go?"

Mo Shangjun paused slightly.

Recognizing who it was, Mo Shangjun wasn't panicked. What shocked her was that someone had blatantly followed her, yet she had failed to notice.

It was somewhat of a blow to her pride.

Touching her nose, Mo Shangjun turned her body and casually leaned against the wall, lazily looking towards the figure standing not far away.

Ya Tianxing stood about four or five meters away from her, right in the shadow of trees. Dressed in black, he blended in, hardly noticeable unless looked for carefully.

In the shadows, only Ya Tianxing's figure was visible, his features unclear, merely his silhouette apparent, and his expression remained unknown.