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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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022, Is there an unreasonable private emotion [Second Update]_1

Mo Shangjun glanced at the food in her lunchbox and then at the unfazed Ya Tianxing.

Everything was as usual.

There was no special meaning to discern.

"It's a bit much for the chief instructor to cook personally, isn't it?"

Speaking leisurely, Mo Shangjun nevertheless picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into her mouth.

The taste was good, neither oily nor greasy, with a moderate sweetness.

"Improving the meals."

Ya Tianxing started to use his chopsticks and responded to her calmly.

Mo Shangjun shrugged, unable to deny it.

Indeed, compared to the canteen's mass-produced meals, the food Ya Tianxing had made was significantly tastier.

Although she wasn't picky about food, no one would mind eating better.

To delve further into the issue would be pointless, so Mo Shangjun didn't ask any more questions. She just considered it "benefiting from Ya Tianxing's generosity in meal improvement" before continuing to concentrate on eating.

Ya Tianxing started eating as well.