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The Heartthrob in the Audio Hall Hooks up His Hands, and the Puppy Gets Dizzy
The heart-throb young master from a wealthy mixed-race family is ×, his secret love has come true, and he has low self-esteem and contrast. Redemption to Sweet Pets | Audio Hall Background Yu Qian has been confessed to her eight hundred times, but she always refuses politely. Until he heard Jiang Shulin's voice during a connection—— That was the first time he took the initiative to speak, "Teacher Rin, please click on the relationship." What Yu Qian didn't know was that Jiang Shulin's screensave
4.4kReads—Score653Shelves
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Ye Luoli: the Nine-Tailed King Arrives
[Heart-throb | Xiong Jing | The strongest | It's cool and it's over] (Also known as Ye Luoli: Forced to become the zero level of Muten Pavilion at the beginning) The world collapsed and foreign enemies were raging. Jun Yao, the supreme nine-tailed fox in the heaven and master of the power of all things, was forcibly sent to the forbidden place in Ye Luoli's world by the clan elders. The white tail has golden patterns, the purple eyes are pure, and under the beautiful skin is the terrifying stre
4.3kReads—Score1kShelves
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Beautiful Bai Yueguang Is Too Fragile, the Translator Is Very Good at Coaxing Her
[Aloof and melancholy figure skater guided by X-type annual translator attack] Yu Jingchen endured the days without love alone for nineteen years. He originally thought that he would be like his parents in the future and would sacrifice for the family, but he never thought that he would meet another guest who was a translator because of a promotional program. Later he learned that it was not a coincidence, but someone's six years of hard work. However, how can someone who has never experienc
2.7kReads—Score501Shelves
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Wife, Stop Training Me, I Will Kneel on My Own!
The first time he met Xuan Fengxue, Ling Boxi's soul was marked with the mark of surrender. Xuan Fengxue was in the wheelchair, with blue streaks on her frosty hair and empty silver eyes, like a cold god. He took pleasure in teasing Ling Poci, watching him struggle, watching him submit, and watching him gradually sink. "Does it hurt?" God lowered his eyes and traced his neck with his fingertips. "Remember this pain," the whisper in my ear was lingering and cold and hollow, "until you no longer f
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