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After Wearing the Book, I Became a Heartthrob
[The heartthrob heroine + no CP in the main text + CP in the extras] Lin Lingling has traveled through a book, but her journey through a book is different from ordinary books. She has only read half of the introduction, has no idea of the plot, and has no system cheats! Lin Lingling: Is there anyone worse than me? But Lin Lingling discovered that the seemingly simple threading of books had a hidden agenda. With the recovery of her memory, she was deeply involved... She also met several men with
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Xi Is Always a Wife Slave
[Childhood sweetheart] [Preference] [Reunion after a long absence] [Little vest] Ji Nanqiao, a cello girl who looks cold or gentle, is actually a sinister daughter. Revenge must be avenged. It may be late, but it will never be absent. "Sister, I am so beautiful." - There are constant gossips. Xi Yinan, who is a leader in the business world, was photographed by the paparazzi on the roadside tying a woman's shoelaces and carrying a bag to get milk tea! ! As soon as the news came out, it immediatel
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Throne BUG: My Queen Is from the Future
From a high-tech future to an ancient dynasty that seemed both backward and barbaric. What's even more outrageous is that her identity is not a princess or a rich daughter, but a laundry maid at the lowest level. And her mission turned out to be to "repair" an emperor.
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Royal Medicine Concubine: Your Majesty, It's Time to Detoxify
A sixteen-year-old girl also named Shen Qingyan. Shen Cairen is new to the palace. His father was an inconspicuous official in Beijing. With a cowardly temperament, he was accidentally favored by the emperor because of his beauty, but was immediately regarded as a thorn in the side of Concubine Gao.
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Psychic Mastery Starts from Renting an Apartment
An old single room in Hangzhou rented for RMB 300 per month has an indelible dark brown handprint on the wall. Desperate, I signed a rental contract, not knowing that this was a hunting game of centuries-old resentment. The handprints move to the left every night, the heartbeat is hidden in the wall, and the same brand is burned on the chest. System warning: If the handprint is aligned with the heart, I will be permanently assimilated.
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