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Books by Boss兔子
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The Evening Breeze Knows My Heart, Lanlan, Don’t Run Away 晚风知我意，澜澜别逃离
Wen Lan has lived for twenty-eight years, and the most foolish thing she ever did was marry Shen Yanci, the man who treated her as a stand-in for his first love, Su Wan. She is a gentle, clear-eyed pediatric nurse at the city's First Hospital, but this marriage has drained her of every last bit of warmth. She has watched Shen Yanci turn his obsession with Su Wan into nothing but coldness and criticism toward her. He calls her “Wanwan” in a drunken slur late at night, throws the meals she lovingl
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King of the Paint: I Return from Injury at My Peak 禁区王者：康复归来即巅峰
Zheng Yi, once a track-and-field prodigy, was forced into retirement after a suspicious serious injury. Unwilling to leave the sport he loved, he became a team doctor. With a sports rehabilitation master's golden finger that awakened by chance, he can pinpoint the causes of all kinds of athletic injuries and use his exceptional expertise to help countless athletes return to competition. Dedicated to the pure spirit of sports, he only wants to quietly protect athletes' health, but unexpectedly un
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The War King’s Secret Fishing Grounds 兵王的隐秘渔场
Under the old locust tree at the village entrance, a crowd of villagers with nothing better to do had gathered. When they saw Ji Feng walking into the village with a battered camouflage backpack slung over his shoulder, their buzzing chatter immediately fell by half, replaced by a series of unfriendly looks that pricked at him like needles.
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Steel and Fire Build a Nation 钢火兴国
The north wind cut like a knife, stinging Tang Yuan’s face. It swept snowflakes through the gaps in the broken house’s window lattice and onto his cheeks, jolting him awake. His eyes flew open. Above him loomed a dark ceiling beam, its rafters hung with cobwebs thick with dust. Snowflakes kept dropping through a hole in the roof, landing on the hard-packed earthen bed beneath him and melting at once into little damp patches. A thin layer of straw lay under him, hard and uncomfortable. The quilt
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