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I Will Die If I Marry a Poisonous Concubine Who Is so Stunningly Beautiful That I Must Die
I remember the feeling of being poisoned - the burning sensation rising from my stomach, my limbs convulsing, and my consciousness being extinguished bit by bit. The last thing I remember seeing was the incandescent lights on the ceiling of my own forensic laboratory. That was my previous life. A modern forensic doctor who specializes in speaking for the dead was eventually drugged into a thermos cup. I was still analyzing a toxicology report while I was drinking it. Isn't it ridiculous? But now
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The More Violent the Emotional System, the Stronger It Becomes
Three years of marriage had made him sensitive to the sound of footsteps—it was Shi Bowen. "You can't even wipe off a wine stain, so what else can you do?" Shi Bowen walked up to him and looked down at the man kneeling on the ground. She was wearing a custom-made white evening dress, with a six-figure diamond necklace hanging around her neck, her nails painted with scarlet nail polish, holding a glass of red wine, and disgust written on her delicately made-up face. Hao Jiaqi did not raise her he
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After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Became an Empress by Studying
"Borrow the engagement!" With these two words thrown down, the third floor of Zuixian Tower fell silent instantly. Chen Mengyao stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by people. All the prominent people in the capital were there - the Minister of Household Affairs, the Minister of Rites, several marquises, and seven or eight young ladies from aristocratic families. The aroma of wine and powder wafted in the air, making her throat feel tight. The sixth prince, Ma Hui, stood three steps away,
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The Scumbag PUA Turns Me into a Eunuch Instantly
The sound of the clinking champagne glasses was like a dull knife, cutting my nerves time and time again. I stood under the crystal chandelier in the banquet hall, holding a glass of juice in my hand that I had not taken a sip of, and my fingertips felt slightly cold. The lace edge of the white dress rubbed against the back of my hand, which was annoyingly itchy. The man in a dark blue suit in front of him was chatting and laughing sideways with a woman in a red skirt, smiling brightly like a no
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