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Books by 诺瓦城的万
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Transmigration: The Commandery Princess and Princess Consort Is a Maid 穿越：郡主王妃是丫鬟
Damn it! I worked overtime, and on my way home in the middle of the night, I ran into a mugger. I fought back with all my strength, but the thug smashed something hard against my head and knocked me out. Just before I passed out, I think I saw a flash of light. Huh? Where am I? The house isn't too shabby, but why am I wearing these ragged clothes? I reach up to touch my head. Why is my hair long? I've always had short hair! Wait a minute, wasn't I getting robbed? I remember getting hit on the he
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Transmigration: Prince, Get Lost! I Want a Handsome Man 穿越：王爷滚开要美男
Xu Meili was born in a small city. She was plain-looking, and after saving up for a whole year, she finally managed to take a trip. Who would have thought she’d lose her footing and tumble off a cliff... Oh my gosh, who put me in these fussy clothes? Who’s the person in the mirror? She’s so beautiful! Wait, what hospital is this? Is it going for a retro look? Even the bed is made of rosewood, and everything on the table is quaint and lovely. The mirror Xu Meili just used was made of bronze, too.
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Wang Xixi's Promotion Story 王夕夕升职记
Wang Xixi had no one to ask her out for Qixi Festival, so she treated herself to a massage at a massage parlor. She wondered why her neck hurt so much. There was a sharp crack, and before she could ask what had happened, she lost consciousness. When she came to, still groggy, she wondered where she was. Was this some kind of shady establishment? Why was someone crying? “Xixi, Xixi, wake up! You aren't dead, are you? Boohoohoo…” Wang Xixi forced her eyes open. Everything around her looked strange
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The Cold Young Master's Maid and Lover 冷少的丫鬟情人
Sigh, there’s no point in living. My mother died when I was eight. A year later, my father married the woman who’s now my stepmother. From then on, happiness disappeared. My stepmother was a real drama queen, acting one way when my father was around and another when he wasn’t. Then my little brother was born, and my father barely seemed to care whether I was there or not. I drifted through life like that until I was twenty-two, feeling I had nothing left to hold on to, with no one to love me or
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