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Books by J且以深情共白头可好
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Grandma Secretly Got Married, and the Ice-Cold Professor Is Wrapped Around My Finger 奶奶偷偷领证，冰山教授被我拿捏
Twenty-six-year-old Ye Jiaqi has been single since birth, focused on her graduate studies and a teaching internship. She has no interest in romance. Her whole family is frantic about her marriage, but who could have guessed that her dancing grandma would take matchmaking to the next level? Grandma reconnects with an old friend and learns that her grandson, Zhao Chenyi, is thirty-one and single. He has a doctorate from Huaqing University and is the youngest, most aloof law professor at Haijin Uni
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A Letter in the Brocade, a Message from the Geese 锦书雁字
Shen Qingci is the capital’s foremost spoiled young lady. Her greatest ambition is to inherit her father’s post as chancellor, and the thing she hates most is getting married. An imperial decree ordering a political marriage binds her to Lu Jin, the notorious “Jade-Faced Asura” and General Who Guards the North. To protect herself, and make a getaway, she brings knockout powder, laxative powder, and a little hatchet with her into the bridal sedan. She thought she was marrying a living King of He
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The Haunted Lantern of Stone Village 石头村诡灯
“Don't go to Shitou Village. You can hear a baby crying there at night, and strange lights come on for no reason... It's cursed!” The nearby villagers were so tight-lipped about the abandoned village that they waved their hands and refused even to say its name. A few young people refused to believe the rumors and insisted on investigating. With the villagers reluctantly leading the way, they entered the forgotten village. But all they found were crumbling walls, empty houses, and abandoned wells
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The Dead Man Points the Way 亡翁指路
The Nighttime Soul Guide Night spread over the crooked dirt roads of the countryside. Thin clouds wrapped the moon so tightly that only a few stars struggled to shine through. A Sheng clutched the salt he'd just bought in town and hurried home, stumbling along the uneven path. The evening wind swept dry grass against his ankles, making him shiver. As he rounded the old locust tree, he suddenly spotted a hunched figure sitting by the road. The old man wore a faded gray shirt and leaned on a pol
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