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Books by 一只番茄土猫
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After We Moved In Together, My Childhood Friend Started Looking at Me Differently 同居后，青梅看我的眼神不对劲了
My name is Chen Mo, and my three favorite things in life are eating, sleeping, and gaming. Then, one Tuesday night, my mom called: “Tangtang’s place is being renovated, so she’s staying with us tonight. Get the guest room ready!” Su Wantang has lived across the hall from me for eighteen years. She’s the top humanities student in her teachers’ eyes, “the kid everyone else should be like” in my mom’s, and a sweet, smiling little rabbit to everyone she meets. Only I know what’s hiding beneath th
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Senior Sister, Your Daoist Partner Has Run Away 师姐你的道侣跑路了
The thing Lin Lan is best at in life is thinking he's doing all right. Burned the meal? It's all right. The firewood's wet? It's all right. His parents died young? That's all right too. So when a wandering Daoist discovers he's got a false spiritual root, meaning “there, but practically nonexistent,” he thinks for three seconds and says, “That's all right. At least I've got one.” Meanwhile, the quiet little girl next door, Su Jin'er, is found to possess a Lunar Sacred Body, a rarity unseen in
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My Childhood Sweetheart Is a Yandere 我的青梅有病娇
Lin Ji always thought Shen Luning was the most pleasant girl he'd ever known. She wasn't clingy or capricious. She was always there when he needed her and disappeared whenever he wanted to be alone. She remembered all his habits: that he hated cilantro, liked sitting by the window, and unconsciously hummed along whenever he listened to music. He even thought nobody in the world could understand him better than Shen Luning. Until one day, he accidentally opened an encrypted album on her phone. In
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Just a Band of Raiders 流寇而已
In the first year of Zhongping, the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out. Thirty-six rebel groups rose up at once, shaking the realm. Chen Ji transmigrated into the body of a tenant farmer in Julu Commandery who managed the army’s provisions. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the rebel commander slap a knife down on the table: “At midnight tonight, we take the county seat!” He knew the history: the walls stood twenty feet high, and two hundred commandery troops were waiting with crossbows. Atta
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