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Books by 爱吃猫的坏蛋鱼
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My Campus Belle, My Wife 我的校花，我的妻
Everyone knew that the campus belle Su Xiaoxiao lived next door to Lin Yifeng, beautiful enough to take your breath away and as cold as moonlight in the sky. Everyone thought Lin Yifeng was just a lucky "big brother" who got to walk to and from school with the campus belle. Even their parents believed the two were nothing more than childhood friends with a bond forged through shared adventures. But no one knew that the yellowed marriage contract had long been locked away in the deepest part of L
120Reads—Score—Shelves
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Global Famine: My Supermarket Restocks Automatically 全球饥荒：我的超市自动补货
When the “Withering Day” arrives, plants shrivel, civilization collapses, and the world becomes a starving hell. Yet ordinary young man Xu Rui becomes the apocalypse’s only miracle: the “supermarket” he inherits automatically restocks its shelves every day. It is a sanctuary of hope for survivors, and the ultimate prize coveted by every faction. From cautiously looking out for himself to being forced to save the world, Xu Rui and his companions establish the last city-state, Hope City. But as po
43Reads—Score—Shelves
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Study the Dao and Cultivate Your Character, So Why Do You Stare at Legs All Day? 学道法修养生性，你怎么天天看腿
Gu Xian has one perfectly respectable hobby: looking at legs. He especially loves watching the cool and aloof chief disciple Ling Shuang’s legs move in rhythm as she practices her swordsmanship. Then one day, her old leg injury flared up. He gave her a quick “wellness massage” to clear her meridians, only to uncover the seal on an ancient Demon Venerable and find his way into her heart. From then on, the wellness clinic owner treats leg ailments across the land while wondering: When will he be a
34Reads—Score—Shelves
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Tales of the Strange Without End 说不完的怪谈
Some stories, once heard, can never be forgotten. When night falls, do you ever feel a faint breath at the back of your neck? Have you ever heard marbles rolling across the ceiling in an empty room? The Tales That Never End is not a novel. It is an invitation to taboos whispered from person to person in the shadows of the city. Open it, and you will take the place of the reporter who receives his own obituary in the middle of the night. You will investigate the apartment building that appears on
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