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Books by Clouds and Moon
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Prison of the Imperial Court: Your Majesty, Take Me to Bed 诏狱为牢：囚卿上龙床
Ning Lianzhou was entrusted by the late emperor to raise the young emperor, little by little. At last, the child has grown up, and Ning Lianzhou wants to retire. He wouldn’t mind spending his days in the imperial prison. Ning Lianzhou: Your Majesty may kill me or punish me as you wish. Chu Jichun: I want you, sir. Ning Lianzhou: !!!! Ning Lianzhou: You little scoundrel! Chu Jichun (imperial pursuer) × Ning Lianzhou (powerful minister recipient) Historical setting, court politics, teacher and stu
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Sweet Wife in His Arms, Young Master Ji Is So Dominant 甜妻入怀，季少很强势
In her previous life, Song Ruoxia died a miserable death on a rainy night. Her seemingly gentle older sister was a snake in the grass! Her hypocritical, biased father severed ties with her! Her two-faced fiancé betrayed her! Then she is reborn. She’ll take down the scumbag man, the shameless woman, and her ungrateful scumbag of a father, with abuse and face-slapping galore. And she’ll have a sweet romance with the domineering CEO Ji! Song Ruoxia: “Ji Linyan, I love you.” Ji Linyan glances at her
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A Care Manual: Why Does My Adopted Son Look at Me Like That? 饲养手册：养子为何如此看我
College student gong * rich second-generation shou pretending to be a sugar daddy A domineering grandpa, a useless dad, a clever me, and a broken family. Theoretically, as the useless dad in question, I should immediately go bring back my illegitimate child. But actually, I'm just a twenty-one-year-old gay virgin who's never been in a relationship. So where did my son come from? I'm sorry to break it to you, but I picked him up. It's not that I never thought of trying some other shady methods,
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The Substitute 替身
I Made Myself a Substitute, and From Then On I Dared Not Ask About Love My name is A Ruo, and I am the leading courtesan of this Green Tower. I have no memories of my past. Ever since Mother brought me here, my life has been confined to this little red-light district. Everyone says I was born beautiful, that even the hibiscus pales beside my faintest smile. Countless young men present me with silver hairpins and say, “I adore you.”
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