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Books by Mu Mu Xu

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  1. From Mortal to Emperor: I Have No Spiritual Roots, So I Train My Body 从凡人到帝王:无灵根的我靠练体 Eastern Fantasy126k WordsCompleted A new novel is here! Come read my work on Tomato Novel. I hope you enjoy it. Your support is what keeps me writing, and I’ll do my best to tell every story well! —Reads—Score—Shelves
  2. The Siege of Nakayama in the Whirlpool 漩涡中山之围城 Two Female Leads214k WordsCompleted A striking black rose tattoo blooms into view! Its petals curl, sharp-edged, with pointed thorns along their borders. Against her pale, delicate skin, it looks especially shocking, like a poisonous flame silently burning in the dead of night, exuding an air of decadence and danger. “Do you like it?” She notices me looking, lowers her head to kiss me, and runs her tongue, cool with a hint of mint, over my lips. Yet her fingertips trace the outline of the black rose with possessive intent, —Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. The Cherry Blossoms Know My Love 樱花知道我的爱 Modern Romance30k WordsOngoing The heroine falls in love with the hero at first sight, and there will be some angst along the way. In their teens, full of romantic fantasies and curiosity, He Yun noticed a boy two years her senior at a sports meet. Outgoing by nature, she began pursuing him with all her might. Whether he was moved by her or simply wanted to humor her, Duan Yanxin agreed to be with her. But later, he left the country without a word, leaving her all alone. Eight years later, he suddenly reappeared by her side. —Reads—Score—Shelves
  4. Life in the Northern Song: I Defy Fate with Jinlian 北宋浮生:我与金莲共逆命 Historical37k WordsCompleted A new work is here! Come read my stories on Tomato Novel. I hope you enjoy them. Your support inspires me to write, and I'll do my best to tell every story well! —Reads—Score—Shelves
  5. A Date with Jinlian 我和金莲有个约会 Historical236k WordsCompleted She wore a pale blue cotton blouse, faded from many washes, and her glossy black hair was gathered into a bun with nothing more than a plain wooden hairpin. A few wisps fell beside her cheeks. The soft glow of the setting sun spilled over her, tracing the exquisite lines of her profile. Head slightly bowed, she focused on the embroidery frame in her hands. Her slender fingers pinched a silver needle, guiding it deftly in and out of the plain silk. Her movements were serene and graceful, flowing —Reads—Score—Shelves