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Apocalyptic Double Star: My Girlfriend and I Quarrel with Our Pendants
The day before she was reborn and returned to the apocalypse, Su Wan bound Xiao Qi to the [Queen Development System]. Before she could be happy, she bumped into Bai Yueguang's girlfriend, Lin Mo, who died for her in her previous life. Good news: My girlfriend is also reborn. Bad news: My girlfriend is bound to [Destruction System]. While others were struggling to survive in the apocalypse, Su Wan and Lin Mo were worrying about which system they should listen to today: Xiaoqi (full of energy): "H
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After Binding the Anti-Salted Fish System, I Met Bai Yueguang Again
[Weak and idle school girl x flawless Miss Bai Yueguang] + [Anti-routine system] + [Two-way heartbeat] Ling Qichi's ideal in life is to live in peace until he grows old, but he is forced to bind the system. His mission is to capture the white moonlight that the whole school looks up to - Shen Qingxu. Xianyu was forced to stand up, and after making a series of jokes, Ling Qichi suddenly discovered... That the seemingly unreachable senior sister looked at her as if something was wrong from the beg
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After Lying Down, My Cute Baby Became Top-Notch
I am recognized in the industry as the queen of show-offs, and I rely on resting on my laurels and hot searches. Until I was bound to the [Genius Cute Baby Development System] and gave me a four-year-old daughter, Nuannuan. System: "Please train your daughter to be an all-around genius, otherwise you will be plagued by bad luck!" I looked at the little girl who built a star battleship out of Lego and fell into deep thought. The next day, I put on a variety show live with my baby. Another mother
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Scorching Summer Heat
Three years ago, my lover Shen Zhiyao died in an accident. In the past three years, I have become a monster in the archaeological circle who only knows how to work. Three years later, I saw her at the most important project launch meeting. She smiled and handed over her business card: "Professor Gu, I am the curator Shen Zhiyao." She forgot about our cat, about our home, how she trembled when I kissed her. Everyone said she had lost her memory and advised me to let go. But when she unconsciously
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