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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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"You, you, you, what do you want to do?"

Tensely staring at Mo Shangjun, Shen Qing unconsciously swallowed, her heart racing beyond her control.

"Just want to have a little chat with you about slandering."

Mo Shangjun clapped her hands and approached her leisurely.

At the sound, Shen Qing blinked in surprise, and watched as Mo Shangjun slowly drew nearer, her back pressed tight against the wall, "What slander? Is what I said not the truth?"

Raising her hand, her palm rested against the wall right beside Shen Qing's left ear, Mo Shangjun slightly leaning in, her face now close to Shen Qing's.

Shen Qing turned pale with fright, her gaze frozen on Mo Shangjun's exquisitely flawless face. At that moment, it wasn't envy or jealousy that filled her, but panic and fear. She felt her scalp explode, a sensation that Mo Shangjun would seize her throat at any second.