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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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Finally, she forced herself to look away.

She went to the restroom to wash up.

On her return, she intended to leave without a sideways glance, but couldn't help but stop as she passed the bed.

Turn left, two steps forward, stop, and look down at the bedding.

Forget it, for peace of mind.

Mo Shangjun's rare bout of OCD kicked in, she held back again and again, but in the end, using her two inconvenient hands, she managed to fold the blanket into a perfect tofu cube.

Square and smooth, without a single wrinkle.

Perfect score in barracks maintenance.

Looking at the time again, nearly twenty minutes had passed.

Mo Shangjun left with a gloomy expression.

After descending the stairs, she coincidentally saw Lang Yan returning from his run.

The sky was somewhat dark, and when Lang Yan spotted a figure, he ran over, but took an unexpected start when he saw her upon closer inspection.

He instinctively scanned Mo Shangjun from head to toe.