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Books by I'm Yunfan
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A Long-Awaited Romance: Secretly in Love with Her 迟来的热恋【暗恋她】
To save her bankrupt family, Chen Lin used a marriage contract to make an unremarkable "equal exchange" with Ji Siyu, her former classmate, longtime rival, and old flame. In the years after their marriage, he was always a composed, detached man in control, giving her the most gracious respect and protection, along with the freedom to owe each other nothing. She thought it was just a rational act between adults, nothing more. Until Ji Siyu became critically ill, hovering between life and death. O
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A Servant at Her Feet: The Actress Turns the Tables and Keeps Her Former Sugar Daddy 裙下之臣：影后反向包养前金主
Three years ago, to survive and climb the ladder in the quagmire of the entertainment industry, Ye Xiaoyu, a completely unknown actress, willingly attached herself to Lu Chen, the “Living King of Hell” of Beijing, becoming his secret mistress. She was perfectly clear-eyed about this transaction of power and sex: she didn’t covet his staggering wealth or hope for the illusory gift of his love. All she wanted was his protection, an umbrella to shield her from the storm and a safe haven where she c
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Luring the Sweet Innocent: Young Master Fu’s Boundless Devotion 诱哄小白花：傅少的无底线偏爱
[Unhinged underworld kingpin × radiant beauty who brings him salvation] That night, he pulled her out of the mire and raised the whole sky above her. Everyone in Yuncheng knows that Fu Hanzhou, the cold-blooded, brutal “Living Yama” who rules the city with an iron fist, keeps a delicate little white flower named Lu Xiaoxiao by his side. He dragged her out of her rotten family and cherished her in the palm of his hand, turning a timid little rabbit into a fox daring enough to challenge the powerf
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Karen’s Body Temperature 卡伦的体温
"Doctors Without Borders" x "Freelance Photographer," a love-hate romance His name was Chen Zhou. I remember the first time I saw him. A ridiculous thought even crossed my mind: If angels really exist in hell, they must look something like him. He was covered in blood, and I couldn't tell whether it was his or someone else's. Sweat slid down from his temples, mixing with the grime on a shirt so dirty its original color was impossible to make out. He didn't look up. He only said quietly, "Move th
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