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103 青 After His Childhood Sweetheart Left, He Went Mad 青梅离开后，竹马疯魔了 Chubby Mimi胖米米Modern Romance9k WordsCompleted 393Reads9.8Score—Shelves

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## A collection of short stories [love] [love]

115 不 No Forgiveness, No Getting Back Together: Miss Su Shines on Her Own 不原谅，不复合，苏小姐独美 Shi Yi拾一Modern Romance2.5M WordsOngoing 52.4kReads5.8Score5.6kShelves

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The Su Yumian who once emptied her soul for Jiang Yihuai died. Now the reborn Miss Su lives only for herself. Her love was once a cage, spinning around him twenty-four hours a day, dividing and reuniting, with dignity trampled underfoot. Everyone in the industry knows that anyone in the world can break up with someone, but Su Yumian cannot - she is like a tamed bird, unable to fly back to her own sky even if her wings are broken. Until Jiang Yihuai appeared grandly at his friend's birthday party with his new love in his arms, the private room froze instantly. Everyone held their breath and looked worriedly at Su Yumian in the corner - she paused in her movements, holding a half-peeled orange between her fingertips. The bright orange peel was dazzling. "Mianmian..." My friend's voice trembled. Jiang Yihuai, however, sat down as if there was no one around and said "Happy Birthday" in a perfunctory manner. The air was stagnant, leaving only silent judgment. Su Yumian lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on her fingers stained with juice. The next second, she gently let go, and the orange peel fell quietly. "Don't dirty your hands anymore." The four words "calm" seemed to have removed a thousand pounds of shackles. * She once loved her so much that she was humbled into the dust, but now she crowns herself with her own hands. * *The moment the orange peel fell, Su Yumian finally understood: the cleanest breakup is when you don't even bother to stain your fingertips with his dust. * * "Unique beauty" is not a slogan, it is Miss Su's declaration to cut off the past and live out her life - Su Yumian, who was once infatuated to death, is dead, and she has been reborn in Nirvana, only to crown herself. * The former Su Yumian is dead, and she finally learned to just be her own light.

116 我 I’m the Childhood Sweetheart, So of Course I’ll Fight for What I Want 我是青梅我当然要又争又抢 A Moment with Xia Er夏尔一瞬Modern Romance262k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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A sinister and crazy critic criticizes a possessive doctor ➕ A painter who is outspoken, cute and has a strong fighting spirit. The two strong men dote on each other in a sweet article.

117 青 My Childhood Friend and Master Wants to Raise Me as a Cauldron 青梅师尊竟想将我养成炉鼎 Qing Feng Lin清峰林Eastern Fantasy200k WordsOngoing 19Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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"Master Qingmei Wanted to Raise Me as a Furnace": Lin Wanyi, the cold and cold master, actually pressed his disciple Mo Jian on the cloud couch, opened his clothes with his fingertips, and breathed out hotly: "Good disciple, how about you become a furnace and help your master overcome difficulties?" She complained with grievances in her eyes, "There are so many bad women out there, why don't you just like being a master? We grew up together!" Mo Jian's life can be described as sweet and hot. In front of others, she is the flower of the high mountains, but behind others, she is a clingy green plum! When he was refining elixirs, he would be hugged by her from behind and blame the heat. When he was meditating quietly, he would be disturbed by her holding his chin and staring at him, making him uneasy. That thrilling "furnace declaration" is more like a different kind of coquettishness that shows her overwhelming desire for dominance. When the morning light faded, the "fierce" master last night brought the spiritual porridge cooked by his own hands. The tips of his ears were crimson and his voice was thin: "Last night... Was to help you unblock your congested muscles and veins. Don't think too much about it!" Mo Jian took the warm jade bowl and saw that she was helpless. With his slender fingers and red earlobes placed everywhere, and a smile in his eyes, he asked slowly: "Master has good intentions. So tonight's 'furnace training' will continue?" Thus, the centuries-old bond between childhood sweethearts turned into a sweet captivity: he only allowed Eat the spiritual fruits she hands over (given by others? They are all poison!), Stay in her arms while practicing (the best "spirit gathering formation", twist your ears if you move around), and only think of her in your eyes and heart (look at others too much? The furnace is "punished" immediately) (double), but in the early morning, she indulged him in tying three thousand green silk threads for her... This practice in the name of "furnace" was actually Master Qingmei's clumsy and overbearing declaration of monopoly, and it was also the sweet beginning of a tacit understanding between the two of them and a two-way fall in love!

118 何 Silent Separation: Our First Meeting That Year 何以笙箫默，那年初见 A ShiqiyueA拾柒月180k WordsCompleted 43Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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## Why is the sound of music and flute silent, when we first met in September, the gold foil was crushed and covered with A-large sycamore branches. On the bluestone steps, Zhao Mosheng clutched the map tightly with her slender fingers. The ink writing was like the wings of a lost butterfly, which made her frown slightly and her steps hesitant. The light blue canvas bag swayed lightly, like a newly loaded load overwhelmed by the wind. Suddenly a breeze blew through the book and picked up the green hair on her temples. In the depth of the light and shadow of the Law School Building, the slender figure stood as still as a pine. He Yichen's gaze seemed to drop unintentionally, but it was like a cold pool breaking through, reflecting her ignorant fall into the lake of her heart. In an instant, the wind quietly held its breath. In the law lecture hall, she held her chin up and concentrated, and her handwriting looked a little childish. He walked by holding the scroll, tapping the pages of her book with his slender knuckles, and a cold voice brushed against his ears: "There is doubt here, and it needs to be carefully distinguished." The cinnabar handwriting is as sparse as plum branches, and the circles and outlines seem to turn obscure legal principles into gentle secret words. She quietly raised her eyes and saw that the peaks of his eyebrows were focused, shining like cold jade, and his faint and refreshing aura made her heart tremble slightly. When they first met, they had a startling glance, and they had already quietly tied the red string of marriage. The inscriptions in the jurisprudence volumes were like spring silkworms spinning silk, silently weaving a web of love, waiting for the moment to be gathered together - it turned out that the nine strokes of love words had been quietly written for her when his fingertips tapped the page.