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Books by 陛下是捷报
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The Deadly Game: The Eternal Prison Gate 致命游戏之永锢之门
From the moment they met, Ruan Lanzhu knew that Ling Jiushi was both his doom and his only salvation. Inside the doors, death is commonplace and sincerity is a luxury. Yet Ruan Lanzhu insists on placing his most precious feelings before Ling Jiushi. His love is a possessive protection, a bloodstained blade, a madness that would destroy everything just to make the other part of his very being. Ling Jiushi struggles between truth and illusion, wavering between reason and surrender. When he finally
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Reunited with the Little Crybaby 再遇小哭包
My name is Huang Zhijie. His name is Xiao Guangjun. I was eighteen when I first met him at fifteen. He was crying as he said he wanted to marry me. What was that supposed to mean? I could kick three of him over with one foot. How could he dare make such a boast? Then, years later, I met him again at twenty-four. It seemed like everything was changing.
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A Shackle? If You Like It, That's All That Matters! 是枷锁？但只要你喜欢！
Shen Yan had met too many rookies trying to ride on his coattails. He’d never met one who acted this convincingly. Lu Zhi was as docile as a rabbit around him, lowering his eyes and calling him “Brother Yan” in a voice so soft it could melt you. When Shen Yan taught him to dance, he would “clumsily” stumble into his arms. While filming a variety show, he would “nervously” hide behind him. Until one late night, Shen Yan caught him smoking on the balcony. The firelight licked across his face. His
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My Pineal Gland Is Connected to a Higher Dimension 我的松果体连接着高维
When he was seven, Wang Junjie traded the money meant for spicy snack sticks at a roadside stall for a tattered copy of "Qimen Dunjia". From then on, he could predict when he'd be called on in math class with a simple finger calculation, and break world records by casually walking a few steps in PE. He thought it was just a way to spice up everyday life, until the "National Bureau of Supernatural Phenomena Management" invited him in for tea. Seeing his classmates breathe fire and freeze things,
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