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Books by 大雪纷纷飞
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Taking a Beating Is a Skill, Too 挨板子也是技术活
Su Ci, an esports superstar, was set up by a colleague, forced to retire, and died suddenly. When he woke up, he was being held down and beaten with a paddle. People around him were laughing, the paddle kept coming down, and his backside was throbbing with pain... But Su Ci breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. This round is playable.” The bailiff administering the beating had been wielding paddles for twenty years, but had never seen anyone take a beating without crying out, instead using his muscl
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The Heartbeat of Love Across Time 爱的时差心跳
When Lu Shiyan, a brilliant, aloof new star in the tech world, is forced to marry Su Wan, the Su family’s adopted daughter, who is said to have “the mind of a child,” he discovers that her naivety is an act and that she harbors a secret capable of shaking the very fabric of time and space. His unwavering devotion is the only “anchor in time” she can hold on to.
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Shattered Jade, Forged Into a Blade 碎玉成锋
Shen Qingci, the legitimate daughter of a marquis’s household, had everything taken from her by her father’s favored concubine. Even the restoration craft that gave her soul a home was destroyed. After her very sense of self was thoroughly murdered, she turned the deft hands she once used to mend into a blade for dismantling her hypocritical family. In the end, she stands alongside the powerful minister Xie Tingzhou, who sees straight through to her soul, leaving the ruins of the inner household
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I Won Over a Swordsmanship Prodigy With My Soup 我靠熬汤拿下剑道天才
A “bloody affair” sparked by a bowl of soup. How an iceberg melts into a warm-hearted man. When fate says we have to die, we insist on living together. And when a sword cultivator pampers his wife, no one else can compete. Lin Xiaonuan is the star of the cultivation world’s cafeteria, and her dream is to open a chain of spirit-food restaurants. That is, until I splashed hangover soup all over Ling Hanxiao, the aloof beauty of the sect. The icy sword cultivator said with a cold face, “Cultivators
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