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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 · Urbano
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399 Chs

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Mo Shangjun ignored him, picked up the water bottle from the ground, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip of water, tilting her head back.

Xiang Yongming watched her fluid motions, thinking to himself that there was something unusual about her, that whatever she did, she did with an effortlessly bold demeanor.

"Where's the bag?"

After finishing her drink and screwing the cap back on, Mo Shangjun asked casually.

"..." Xiang Yongming's heart skipped a beat at the sudden question, and he looked a bit flustered, "I mean, Deputy Company Commander Mo, there's nothing to say, I'll be going now."

Narrowing her eyes slightly, Mo Shangjun turned her head and repeated, "Where's the bag?"

Her eyes were calm as still water, unfazed, as though she made the inquiry in passing. But under her gaze, one felt an invisible pressure, as if a single wrong word spelled doom.

Xiang Yongming licked his lips, feeling somewhat regretful.

This... was akin to seeking death.