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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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"Borrow your computer for a moment."

As soon as Mo Shangjun finished speaking, she withdrew her hand.

However, as soon as she took a step forward, coming to Ya Tianxing's side, his arm stretched out in front of her, gripping her left shoulder.

She turned to face him as he did the same, and the two of them stood facing each other, having turned ninety degrees.

Ya Tianxing stared into her beautiful eyes.

Calm, collected, unruffled.

Not the slightest bit of concern could be traced.

While being scrutinized, Mo Shangjun's thoughts drifted slightly, and she couldn't help but associate the encounter with the driver earlier that night, who'd vividly depicted the image of a "jerk."

In front of her now...

Looking at his sharp-featured, handsome face, it oddly matched the character she had conjured up in her mind.

She paused for a moment.

"Nothing you want to say?" Ya Tianxing's voice was slightly probing, his deep and sensuous voice, dangerously charming.