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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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254, There's nothing I can't do! [Second Update]_1

"So, I'm actually pretty curious, have you ever worn split-crotch pants?"

In Yan Gui's memory, Mo Shangjun had been cool from childhood to adulthood, no one ever mentioned those essential dark histories of kids rolling around in split-crotch pants or wetting the bed...

Although it was like courting death, Yan Gui had also tried very hard to overcome the threat that Mo Shangjun posed.

Mo Shangjun narrowed her eyes, "Are you looking for trouble?"

Yan Gui, who had just steeled his resolve, immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

He took two steps back and smiled sheepishly at Mo Shangjun, "Heh heh, Momo, I'm just joking, just joking... On another note, if I finish training early tonight, can I get a skewer to eat?"

"Sure."

Shedding the cold look in her eyes, Mo Shangjun slid a hand into her pocket and lazily assented.

"Really?"

Yan Gui, who had shifted the topic as a diversion, lit up upon hearing such a firm reply, staring at Mo Shangjun in disbelief.