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Everyone in the Household Thinks I'm a Sweet, Naive Fool 阖府上下都以为我是傻白甜
[1v1 + protagonist with a secret identity + sweet romance + lighthearted comedy + devoted to each other] They say the infamous Young Master Lin excels at drinking, gambling, womanizing, and every other vice. Before he’s even married, he already has six beautiful concubines at home. The delicate young lady from the General’s Mansion, who can barely take care of herself, must be terribly unlucky to marry him. None of them know that I deliberately schemed my way into the favor of this big shot. Af
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I Found Myself a Delinquent Boyfriend 找了个混混做男友
I'm a student at a top university, yet I got involved with a thug who never studied or worked. After we started dating, I treated him well. I let his brothers tease me and even took punches and kicks from his enemies for him... He proudly bragged about it outside: [So what if she's a student at a top university? She's still only good enough to be my girlfriend!] I drank it all in, even as my friends cursed me for it. My devotion drew him deeper and deeper in. And brought him closer and closer to
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I Got Bound to a Scumbag Detection System 我被渣男鉴定系统绑定
I was reading the third edition of "Abnormal Psychology" in the library when a flash of light suddenly burst into view. It wasn't the kind of brightness you get when a light bulb blows. It was a perfectly transparent blue screen floating in midair, like a holographic projection in a sci-fi movie. I rubbed my eyes, thinking I was hallucinating after staying up too late. I'd been working on my thesis until three in the morning, so a few hallucinations seemed understandable. But the screen was st
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Apocalypse Courier: Every Delivery Makes Me a God 末世外卖员：送达即封神
When my phone screen lit up, I was crouched in the corner of my rented room, rinsing out a bag of instant noodles I’d been picking at for three days with the last half bottle of mineral water I had. It was the seventh day since the apocalypse began. The tap water had stopped running, and the shelves at the convenience store downstairs had been stripped bare. My fifteen-square-meter rental room was now a living coffin. A low growl drifted in through the window, the standard background noise of z
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