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Mrs. Wenshui’s Married Life 温水太太婚后生活
The alarm rang. More precisely, it was the alarm I’d set for 6:15 on my phone. The default electronic ringtone was clear, steady, and merciless, like the most primal form of violence this world inflicts on working people. I reached out from under the covers and fumbled around the bedside table, my fingertips brushing the cold edge of my phone. I swiped to turn it off. The world fell silent again. Then I felt another warmth. Yana Mi An’na, no, she should be called Wenshui An’na now, gazed at me w
408Reads—Score100Shelves
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The Loser Heroine’s Sequel 败犬女主续写
(Fan-made continuation) (Yanami) I, Kazuhiko Nukumizu, usually just blend into the background of my class. One day, I happen to witness the popular girl Anna Yanami getting dumped by a boy. “He said he was going to marry me. Isn’t this awful?” “How long ago did he say that?” “Maybe when I was four or five.” That doesn’t count, does it? That encounter brings a string of girls brimming with the feeling of defeat into my life, including Lemon Yakishio from the track team and Chika Komari from the l
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My Classmate Shen Zhiyu Won't Leave Me Alone 同班的沈知予同学不会放过我
A cool, slow-to-warm straight-shooter × a socially anxious girl who keeps avoiding him. Pure romance, a slow-burn push and pull, and an iconic study-hall scene. Shen Zhiyu walks up to Lin Yu's desk. “Lin Yu, I've got my eye on you. I won't let you go.” The entire class falls silent, and rumors explode across campus.
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A Tokyo Love Story Where Only I Don't Exist 只有我不存在的东京爱情故事
My name is Lin Yu. When I was fifteen, I moved to Japan with my parents. Spring in a foreign country was beautiful. Cherry blossoms fell on unfamiliar streets, and I thought I would be lonely for a long time. But things seemed to stray from my expectations right from the start. Kuzumi Sakura, the quiet girl in the library, always happened to sit across from me. She didn't say much, just tucked notes into her books, writing her thoughts on what she'd read in neat handwriting. Only later did I und
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