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Books by 阿宋今天笑了没
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Today, I Still Want to Write Mr. Zhang into a Sweet Romance 今天也想把张总写进甜文里
Synopsis of "I Want to Write Mr. Zhang Into a Sweet Romance Again Today": Song Jinhe, twenty years old, is an online novelist who writes pure-love stories so sweet they make your teeth ache. Her one bug is that she's never been in love herself, so she makes up every scene in her books. Her current serial, "Diary of Thirty Days Living Together", is about a contract couple sharing a roof and enjoying sweet married life. Her readers are clamoring for more, and her editor is pushing her to update, b
28Reads—Score—Shelves
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The Campus's Most Unapproachable Guy Is Actually a Tsundere 校园难追榜竟是闷骚男
Summer 2018, Changsha. Qi You, 20, a prodigy who skipped grades and the prettiest girl in her sophomore-year journalism program, makes a bet in the cafeteria: win over the hardest person on campus to pursue. Xi Yan, 22, is a sophomore physics major known as an icy mountain. He barely speaks, is cold and distant, and has no interest in people. The bet brings Qi You into Xi Yan's life. She tries every way she can to get close, only to be pushed away again and again. But gradually, she realizes Xi
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Author, Have You Never Been Married?! 作者你没结过婚吗！
Tang Shi, 28, is an attending cardiac surgeon with hands so steady she can perform an eight-hour operation without a tremor. Zhang Songci, 24, is a freelance illustrator whose daily routine consists of drawing and calling his wife his darling. They are a couple of plot devices in a novel. According to the original story, they divorce in their third month of marriage, while the male lead, Lu Shiyan, waits in line to pursue his one true love, Tang Shi, advancing the plot for the original leads. On
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I Married My Archrival 我和我的死对头联姻了
The thing Song Heng regrets most in his life is telling Liang Muxun she had stolen his candy on her sixth birthday. She held a grudge for fourteen years, calling him her “enemy,” glaring whenever they met and snapping at him at every opportunity. But Song Heng remembered those fourteen years too: the soft “Brother Ah Heng” she murmured when she crawled into his bed to hide from a thunderstorm; the way his heart raced when she fell at the sports meet and cried out his name; and the words on the b
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