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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.

Fruit Store's Bottle · perkotaan
Peringkat tidak cukup
598 Chs

246, not having eaten last time doesn't count_1

"Hmm?"

A soft word floated gently to her ears, the voice was sexy and husky, the tone ambiguous and low, as the night crept slowly by, it tickled the heart irresistibly.

Mo Shangjun's lips twitched slightly.

Dammit.

That voice... was absolutely lethal.

A moment later, Mo Shangjun calmly met Ya Tianxing's bewitching gaze, pausing after each word, "Here for yesterday's training plan."

It meant pretty much the same thing.

Actually, it was her mischievousness acting up, waking up Ya Tianxing and, incidentally, asking about yesterday's training.

But according to him, it was pretty much the same thing as fetching the training plan.

Ya Tianxing paused for a moment, glanced at Mo Shangjun with all her disappointing might, his finger slid from her earlobe to her chin, and then, gently hooking her chin, his tone became increasingly teasing, "This late, do you think I'd believe that?"

Mo Shangjun's eyebrows fluttered.