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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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6:00 a.m.

The sky had not yet brightened, and the earth was tranquil, devoid of the sounds of insects or birds, with only the wind blowing, a chilling breeze brushing past the ears, bringing waves of sound.

The mountain forest was piled with pristine white snow, making even walking quite a challenge.

However, Lin Qi followed Mo Shangjun, using the dim light of a flashlight, continually running through the snow.

The breath he exhaled quickly turned into a mist, and the cold wind howled in his face, as if a thousand knives were scraping across his skin, both cold and painful. Because they had been running for too long, his throat ached as if on fire, burning terribly, and occasionally when the cold wind blew in, it felt like he couldn't sense even a bit of warmth.

Yet—

His body was drenched in sweat.

Tired, cold, and hot.

Lin Qi couldn't articulate the feeling.