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Books by Lead-Acid Battery
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The CEO Says He's Afraid of Needles 总裁说他怕打针
The author’s new neighboring novel, The Stray Puppy Is a Wolf, is currently updating! Lu · Terrified of Needles · Overly Possessive · Jiang Chi · Women’s Best Friend · Full of Inner Monologue · An Chi An, who has a doctorate in medicine, takes a side job for the money. When he meets his client, he discovers that the man is a patient he once looked down on. The domineering CEO only wants to find a compliant, useful tool. How did someone end up stealing his heart? “Really, this doesn’t hurt,”
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When We No Longer Understand the World 当我们不再理解世界
In the year 2500, archaeologist Lin Fan uncovers a chilling truth: human technology and intelligence are irreversibly declining according to some cosmic law. The once-glorious “technological explosion” is now like the last glow of dusk, replaced by worldwide cognitive decline and withering creativity. Faced with this quiet death sentence for civilization, humanity is forced to pass the Continuity Act, hoping to preserve its last sparks through the long night. Lin Fan becomes an observer at the “
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After the Puppy I Raised Became My Boss 养的奶狗变成了我的顶头上司后
A devoted big shot who pretends to be harmless × a cool, aloof young master who charms everyone Everyone at school knows that young Master Xu keeps a dog by his side. Behind closed doors, the dog is fierce and menacing, and only ever fawns over the young master. By the time the young master finally realizes the truth, he discovers he can no longer live without him. What’s going on?! How did the man who was once so poor he couldn’t afford a meal and begged the young master to take him in suddenl
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Records of the Uncanny 窥异录
Where lamplight flickers, the spirit of half a land is always hidden. The secrets that were painted over, torn away, or whispered amid the incense of wild sacrifices will finally awaken when moonlight spills through the gaps in the paper. Once you’ve closed this book, tuck a peachwood talisman into its front cover or stick your phone in some glutinous rice. After all, who can say whether some strange being lies dormant in these ink marks, waiting to be glimpsed?
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