Looking for Tragic Romance Novels Rated 9 or Higher!!! 求9分以上的虐文！！！
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My 26-Year-Old Female Tenant 我的26岁女房客
After a wild night at a bar, a beautiful woman pinned him with a paternity claim, and the down-and-out young man suddenly became a father. As if things weren't bad enough, the owner of his rented home changed, and he was about to be kicked out. But his new landlady was beautiful! Should he ask to share the place? She coolly gave him a single word: “Get out!” A romantic entanglement sparked by a housing problem.
122.7kReads9.7Score13.7kShelves
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I Have Three Months Left to Live, So Let Me Die in Peace 还剩三个月命，请让我从容赴死
From childhood onward, Zhuang Zi'ang was the kind of kid everyone called “the child other parents wish they had”: a model student every year and always first in his class. But after his parents divorced and his father started a new family, he became a child neither parent loved. At just eighteen, Zhuang Zi'ang is diagnosed with a terminal illness and given only three months to live. With his final three months, he decides to let out his rebellious, wild side and be truly himself for once. While
144.7kReads9.8Score16.6kShelves
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I Only Make Money, Never Romance: I'm the Best Professional Simp! 只赚钱不谈情，职业舔狗我最行！
(Succubus + winning back the husband + lighthearted comedy + everyday campus life + no System + not reborn + sweet and angsty) A gambling-addicted dad, an alcoholic mom, a sick little sister, and a broken-hearted him. To make money, Lu Xing chose to provide emotional support instead of doing either brainwork or manual labor. Everyone knows Lu Xing is the humble pursuer of the aloof campus beauty Wei Qingyu. He loves her to his very core and takes care of her in every possible way! Wei Q
255.5kReads9.5Score15.7kShelves
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The Sixth Color of Love 爱的第六色
“The doctor said my memories would slowly be erased, like words rubbed away with an eraser. I would start by forgetting his name, and in the end, I would forget myself. But I remember so clearly: that day, when the sunlight passed through his hair, I painted a sixth color that didn't exist anywhere in the world. I called it ‘Zhou's Color.’ Lu Xingzhou wrote my name on his palm: ‘Yanhe, even if you ask me who I am tomorrow, I still want to tell you today: I love you.’ Later, I forgot his voice an
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