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From the Fanqie books we index, matched on the author's name.
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My Princess Consort Could Rule the World 我家王妃可倾国
Shen Qingru transmigrated! She woke up in the body of a young woman who had just given birth to a little bun and died in childbirth! The young woman had an extraordinary background: she was the legitimate daughter of a marquis’s household. Unfortunately, she had been outmatched by a scheming white lotus and had to flee to the countryside to escape. Shen Qingru thought it was great. She could earn money and raise her little bun every day, and whenever she got bored, someone would show up asking t
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The CEO's Wife Is a Big Shot 总裁的老婆是大佬
A bolt of lightning causes the souls of sisters Hua Xiaoqing and Hua Xiaoqian to switch! From then on, the younger sister must disguise herself as a man and take charge of the underground entertainment club “Imperial Capital” in her older sister’s place, while the older sister, who has dressed as a man since childhood, must enter the entertainment industry as her younger sister. But this body-swapping game isn’t fun at all. The CEO and the young military officer are both impossible to handle, ye
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Dormitory Rules Horror 寝室规则怪谈
Dormitory Rules A: 1. "The dormitory has four beds, each with a separate loft bed and desk underneath. Beds and desks are not connected to one another." 2. "Going outside at night is prohibited. Room checks take place at 11 p.m., before lights-out. There are no room checks after lights-out." 3. "After lights-out, no matter what happens outside, do not make a sound or get out of bed." 4. "Lock the doors and windows, but do not use the lock issued by the school." 5. "Nobody sleeps with their head
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My Childhood Friend Misled Me 竹马误我
My childhood sweetheart forgot me. He smashed a scalding teacup into my face, broke my back with his thick walking stick, and nearly choked me to death with his strong hands around my neck. I didn’t blame him. I knew he was simply ill. I kept hoping that one day he would remember me. Then all the pain I’d suffered would disappear without a trace. But that day never came, not even before I died.
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