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Books by 辞离落
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Caged by the Burning Wilds 炽野囚宠
[Two Male Leads + Equally Matched Powerhouses + Action + Power Fantasy] Fu Siyan is a ruthless, cold-blooded and sinister madman standing at the pinnacle of wealth and power. He never bows to anyone, yet at a lavish society banquet, Lu Ciye’s untamed, wild nature sweeps away every last bit of his reason. Lu Ciye is an underground kingpin hidden in the shadows of the city. Unmatched in both looks and strength, he plays the pig to eat the tiger. Cold and defiant to the outside world, he lets down
749Reads—Score104Shelves
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The Backrooms: Are You Kidding Me? Hell from the Start! 后室：逗我呢？地狱开局！
Friend, do you dare read this? "Mystery and mind-bending rules" + "transmigrate"+ "original levels"+ "brain-teasing"+ "rigorous, hardcore survival"+ "chilling on reflection"+ "original, coherent plot" A graduation trip leads six students into an unnamed ruin. Swallowed by a flash of white light, they plunge straight into the Backrooms' high-risk Level Scarlet Corridor! No golden finger, no System. In corridors fused with flesh, membranous humanoids writhe as they hunt, while shadow stalkers trac
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The Evening Breeze in Nanxing Is So Sweet, and the Campus Heartthrob Only Has Eyes for Me! 南星的晚风很甜，校草偏爱我！
An aloof campus heartthrob dotes on her + face-slapping a two-faced rival + pure sweetness, no angst + a sweet and adorable heroine + the sweet everyday life of a school romance I used to only dare look at Shen Tingshen from afar. Who knew we’d end up sitting next to each other after the class reshuffle? Little by little, I realized that he wouldn’t let anyone else touch his things, but he carefully kept every piece of candy and scrap of paper I gave him. When other people tried to make me jealo
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The Language of Cards at Your Fingertips 指尖的牌语
“What the hell is that?!” His fists clench until his knuckles turn white. His pupils contract sharply with terror as he stumbles back half a step and hits the cold wall. “Face your judgment...” A figure steps out of the shadows wearing a battered clown mask. Its voice is hoarse, like rusty metal scraping together, as it toys with a playing card (the King of the K suit). “W-what?!” The man’s throat tightens. Cold sweat runs from his temple into his eye as he stares at the strange, smiling mouth
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