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Books by 木每mm
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Fanqie books matched on the author's name.
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Yiping Becomes Xiaoyanzi and Doesn’t Marry Yongqi 依萍穿成小燕子不在嫁永琪
Yiping has a fiery, sharp-edged personality. She loves and hates without reservation, and has a stubborn streak that sets her apart from Xiaoyanzi's lively, carefree nature. If Yiping transmigrated into Xiaoyanzi, she wouldn't be so easily “tamed” by royal rules or Yongqi's tenderness. Rebellious at heart and fiercely protective of her freedom, she would resist the constraints of the palace even more. Faced with Yongqi wavering between his identity as a prince and his love for her, she might see
87Reads—Score—Shelves
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Crimson Pearl Reborn: Warm Jade Fills the Lin Estate 绛珠重生暖玉盈林
After being reborn, Daiyu works hard to show everyone, step by step, how much she has changed. She lets them see her intelligence and becomes close friends with Baochai, Xiangling, Xiangyun, and Xiren. The elders grow very fond of her, and she becomes everyone's darling.
12Reads—Score—Shelves
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Lin Yue's Transmigration Journey 林玥的穿越之旅
Lin Yue is a 21st-century civil servant who transmigrates into the world of Dream of the Red Chamber. Romance in the Rain, Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, and other worlds. First up: the world of Dream of the Red Chamber. Daiyu won’t die after weeping herself to death this time. My Fair Princess, various eras, face-slapping scumbags. This story is written at random. If you don’t like it, please don’t flame me.
2Reads—Score—Shelves
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The Door to My House Leads to the Past, Present, and Future 我家的门能穿古今未来
My husband and I live in a cramped, rundown rental. Then one day, I discovered that our shabby old door could connect the past, present, and future. Inside the door was our home; outside was ancient times. I could travel to all sorts of eras, dish out face-slapping to scumbag men and women, and make a fortune too. How great is that…
2Reads—Score—Shelves
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I Am Sister Wukong 我是悟空姐
I was curled up on the sofa, my fingers mechanically swiping upward. The plots on the screen flashed by like a montage on fast-forward: one moment, a prince was falling for a Cinderella; the next, a God of War had returned for revenge; then suddenly, a cultivator was failing to survive a tribulation. The time in the top-right corner of my phone had already reached one-thirty in the morning. My throat felt as if it were stuffed with dry cotton, and every swallow brought a faint sting. I’d probabl
1Reads—Score—Shelves