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My Childhood Friend's Beloved 竹马哥哥的心尖宠
[Mutual Devotion + Childhood Sweethearts + Secret Crush + Sweet Romance] When nine-year-old Jian Yi saw thirteen-year-old Gu Nanchen for the first time, she told him he was pretty. At ten, she accidentally pulled his pants off… At twelve, she dragged him out into the rain… At twenty, Jian Yi gazed at the marriage certificate in her hands, feeling as though she were still dreaming. “Mrs. Gu, I look forward to your guidance for the rest of our lives!” the man said with a smile in his eyes, le
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Simply Irresistible 素色撩人
“Teacher Du…” she called softly. He gently coaxed her, “Be good. Call me by my name.” Too embarrassed to look up, she murmured, “…Okay. Du Qingyang, Qingyang.” … Don't say children don't mean what they say. Promises made in childhood still have to be kept when you grow up! “When I'm grown up, I'm going to marry Yin Suwan!” “When I'm grown up, I'm going to marry Big Brother Du!” After ten years apart, both of them had blossomed into new versions of themselves. A beautiful, captivating top student
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The Future: Abyssal Devourer 未来:深渊吞噬
“Dawn” was created by the Progressive faction to build a future home for humanity. But an attack allowed the rival Guardian faction to seize “Dawn.” This gave him the chance to see the world beyond. During this time, “Dawn” gave himself a new name: Zhuang Yuan. He befriended Zhuang Li, a prominent figure in the Guardian faction; Miracle of the Cleanser faction; Xue Ye of Eternal Fantasy; and others from factions with their own distinct ideals. Humanity’s future has reached a crossroads. Which pa
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Seeking the Way Through Snow and Splendor 寻道覆雪铅华
Seeking the Dao Beneath Snow and Rouge Theme song: “Rouge Misled for a Thousand Years” Lyrics and music: Nalan Lingyan Performed by: Xie Qianhua The wind won’t cease, the clouds won’t clear. Now I roam the ends of the earth, sword in hand. My heart is still, the world at peace. Not that the skies are always clear, nor that the heart is without feeling. Conceal, conceal, conceal. Deep in the night, snow falls thick. A butterfly kisses my blue robe, leaving only regret. For all my life, I enter t
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