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Has Mr. Shen Finally Made It to the Top Today?
Teacher Zhou Wanyu is skilled at playing the guqin. Cool and beautiful, she seems almost otherworldly, and the parents of her students are always trying to set her up with someone. But in private, people say that Teacher Zhou has been dating someone for nearly four years without getting married. - Shen Qiannan, a powerful figure in the capital, is gentle and refined. But when he goes to pick up his little niece after school, he finds himself attracted to her teacher. From then on, Shen Qiannan b
845Reads8.7Score—Shelves
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After I Transmigrate into a Book, I Just Want to Take It Easy, but the Big Shot Wants to Make Our Relationship Official
Shen Qingli is a bright, beautiful young woman, but her internship has worn down her edges. Her monotonous routine leaves her listless. One day, she happens to open a novel and is astonished to discover that the heroine has exactly the same name as her. But their lives couldn’t be more different. The Shen Qingli in the book gets three million a month in spending money, yet only wants the male lead to love her. Shen Qingli sighs enviously. “Three million a month? I’d gladly take that blessing.” T
163Reads8.4Score—Shelves
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After Becoming a Sickly Villainess, I Got My Happy Ending with the Second Male Lead
[One-line summary: The story of a formidable beauty known as the Jade-Faced Rakshasa and her sweet, gentle wife] Xi Zhiwan transmigrates into a book and becomes a sickly cannon-fodder female supporting character. She only read the ending, though, so she has no idea what happens in the story. Panicking, she starts trying to turn things around so she can stay alive. Xie Heyuan, the Jade-Faced Rakshasa, wants to repay Xi Zhiwan for a certain reason. 1. Shen Lüji chooses to marry Xi Zhiwan for two r
3Reads7.0Score—Shelves
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Yuye
Jiang Yu will never forget that summer. On a summer afternoon, the cool evening breeze gently blew into the classroom. I looked up in a daze during class and saw a tall young man standing outside the window. His eyelashes were curled like a butterfly, and his peach blossom eyes were filled with a casual and wanton light. Just standing there can make people look at it for thousands of years. Later, when I was divided into arts and science classes, I saw him again. He was cold and distant, and his
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