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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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Once again he raised his gaze, looking at Mo Shangjun squinting and smiling affably before him, Du Guihua's mind went blank.

So... Mo Shangjun had just been playing with her?

Her face turned red and then pale, after a long moment, Du Guihua spit out three words, "I lost."

There was no resentment.

She had long heard of Mo Shangjun's "great reputation," and now she only felt ashamed for having thought Mo Shangjun was easy to deal with.

"Not bad movements, but lacking experience."

Assessing in a casual tone, Mo Shangjun put away the military saber.

At the sound of her words, Du Guihua's face instantly turned completely red, she reached up to scratch her hair, and said awkwardly, "I don't have much experience."

Glancing at her reddening face, Mo Shangjun's lips twitched slightly, then withdrew her gaze.

This... wasn't something to be embarrassed about.

Du Guihua, admitting her utter defeat, consciously moved aside.