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Books by No Food, No Drink, Just Cold Winds
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How Could I Not Love a Husband This Handsome? 夫郎这么帅怎么能不爱
I’m a twenty-five-year-old heiress, a beauty who never even has to brush her own teeth or wash her own face. Then my parents died in a car accident, and my uncle’s family set their sights on our billions in wealth. They killed me. Dying with resentment, I unexpectedly gained access to the jade bangle space my mother left behind. I blew up all the family fortune with a grenade, so no one else could get their hands on it. I thought I was dead, but somehow I transmigrated. And, and, and I transmigr
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After I Transmigrate, I Raise a Beastman Husband in Ancient Times 穿越之我在古代养兽夫
I, Su Feifei, am an outstanding, highly accomplished 25-year-old with a wealthy and powerful family. I've got the figure and the looks, too. I was scared to death by the thing I was researching at the institute, then transmigrated to a place where people don't even wear clothes. Help! You rotten heavens, I'm your sworn enemy! This is so infuriating. But it's pretty great, actually. Three gorgeous men by my side? Worth it. Sure, they're all beasts who cultivated human forms, but that doesn't stop
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The Goofy Princess Consort’s Daily Art of Doing Nothing 逗比王妃摆烂日常
In the 40th century, she was an elite captain and model soldier in a special forces unit from the age of technology. A highly skilled doctor in that same era, she passed away, leaving her family inconsolable. They used every means at their disposal to turn their daughter into a cyborg so they could keep her by their side. Then an accident involving a plane sent Pang Feifei transmigrating into another world. On her very first day there, she pointed at the sky and cursed at the top of her lungs. T
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The Grand Princess’s Carefree Travels 长公主的逍遥游记
I’m an ordinary saleswoman from the 20th century. I scrape by, working myself to the bone every day like a pack animal, doing my utmost for everyone, both in and out of the office, just to afford the necessities of life. I’m in my forties, and my husband and I have neither a car nor a house. Who could have guessed that I’d develop depression after my father passed away? I don’t want to talk to anyone anymore. I’ve used up all my words on sales clients. Then my heart gave out while I was riding a
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