I Am Forced to Love the Male Protagonist, If You Don't Love Me, I Love Something Similar, so Don't Wear It Quickly.

1 出 After I Was Released from Prison, I Was Forced to Have Sex with a Crazy Gangster Liangbei X369k WordsCompleted 3.9kReads6.3Score307Shelves

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The shou was forced from the beginning to the end, and it was very bloody, the kind of blood that soaked the head, there were all kinds of bloody jokes, the attack was very scumbag and crazy, the shou was tortured to death, the body and mind were abused, the wife was so crazy that he stabbed himself.

2 成 On the Night of the Wedding, the Paranoid Prince Took Me into the East Palace Jiang XiaoshiAncient Romance504k WordsCompleted 79.8kReads9.0Score7.4kShelves

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"He Yue, tell me who you want to marry!" These words were gloomy and harsh, mixed with a strange and cold tone. "Oh, by the way, you're going to marry a blacksmith, and I'm here to give you a wedding." These words were gentle and mellow, like a polite banquet.

3 机 Is the Mechanic Weak? Have You Ever Heard of Two-Way Foil? Pig Hits TreeUrban558k WordsCompleted 8.8kReads7.4Score806Shelves

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In both of them, the heroine has a stupid crush on the hero. In the first one, they go both ways, and in the second, the hero is just a blockhead, both of them are gun-handlers. You can tell after reading a few chapters that the heroine likes the hero, but there is not much love in the daily life.

7 揉 Crushing Spring Tide Fried FruitModern Romance492k WordsCompleted 39kReads8.8Score3.9kShelves

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This is forced love, and the male protagonist is really possessive.

8 囚 Imprison Her in Marriage Liu KanganModern Romance505k WordsCompleted 16.4kReads8.3Score1.1kShelves

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The heroine likes her brother, the hero and his eldest brother both like the heroine

10 穿 After the Failure of Escaping from the Yandere Immortal Lord Through the Book Xia Ziyue390k WordsCompleted 3.8kReads9.0Score550Shelves

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There are novels and short stories

34 暗 Secret Love Is a Sad Little Thing Meng ZhiwanModern Romance122k WordsCompleted 94.7kReads9.7Score18.9kShelves

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"The Little Sad Thing of Secret Love"｜The moon is stolen light, you are the white moonlight hanging on the test paper. Lin Xu always draws the moon on the back of his math scratch paper. She hid the liberal arts mathematics paper with a score of 137 in the monthly exam, and peeked at the boy's tense back from the back row of the classroom as he solved the competition problems. The tip of his pen when solving problems was the trajectory of the moonlight cutting through the Milky Way. She held the trigonometric function problem crumpled by the wind, like a seventeen-year-old girl who was crushed to pieces. "When he stood in the light, even his shadow was dazzling than mine." The glass of the study room reflected two moons, one hanging in the dark sky, and the other drowning in the steaming mist of the thermos cup. She looked at the silver thread dangling on the cuffs of his school uniform. It was the laurel branch that Chang'e could never reach, and the code of the science class that liberal arts students could not decipher. "Let's go see the moon." When he smiled and spoke to the competition volume, the moonlight outside the window suddenly shattered on her eyelashes. Those love words hidden in derivative questions and thoughts written down in analytic geometry eventually turned into "Lin Xu was here for a visit" written repeatedly in pencil marks. It wasn't until the countdown to tearing up the last page of the college entrance examination that she discovered the draft paper buried deep in the notebook - someone had used a blue pen to fill in half of the unfinished Law of L'Hôpital next to the moon she had drawn. It turns out that mathematical formulas will also grow vines and entangle the two men who stole the moon.

35 强 Mandatory Male Protagonist? You Don't Want Me To! A Li Who Is Paranoid About Being LovedModern Romance288k WordsCompleted 31.9kReads8.7Score2.1kShelves

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When the moonlight regresses back to the unmet dawn, the heroines who were folded into the cyclic script suddenly wake up at the fork in parallel time and space: "I would rather drown in the evening rush hour of the heavy rain than be imprisoned by you holding an umbrella."