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Qingnaosin Questions and Answers
My head is a splitting pain. Consciousness is like broken jade sinking at the bottom of a deep pool, struggling to surface little by little. There was a buzzing in my ears at first, and then it gradually became clear - suppressed sobs, and the distant, vague chirping of birds outside the window. I struggled to open my eyes. What comes into view is an ancient Chengchen, with a light apricot-colored gauze half-draped, and the corners of the tent are embroidered with lotus patterns. The stitchin
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After Being Poisoned by the Cold Palace, Bombarding the Prince of the Enemy Country
When I opened my eyes, my mouth was filled with the taste of blood. This taste is wrong, the rust smell is too strong, and it is not something you can get by breaking the skin on your mouth. I tried to move, but my whole body felt like it had been dismantled and reinstalled, and there was pain in the seams of my bones. Wait, didn't I stay up late at night in my rental house to finish the manuscript? I was typing furiously just a moment ago, preparing to finish the finale of my crappy novel, but
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The Anti-PUA Emperor After the Abolition of the Cold Palace
Pain. The whole body seemed to have been dismantled and reassembled, especially the head, which was buzzing, as if someone had set up a decoration team inside. I tried to open my eyes, and what I saw was a gray tent ceiling with cobwebs hanging on it. What the hell? I struggled to sit up and looked around. A dilapidated wooden bed, a table with missing legs, moldy bedding piled in the corner, and a damp and rotten smell filled the air. Where is this? My last memory is working overtime at the com
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Mr. Shen's Exclusive Tenderness
The phone screen lit up for the seventh time, and the ultimatum from my mother lay quietly in the WeChat dialog box like a time bomb. "Lin Wan, at three o'clock this afternoon, we will be on the top floor of the Cloud Cafe. If you don't come, we will pretend that we never gave birth to your daughter." Followed by a location and a string of unfamiliar numbers. I stared at that line of words for five minutes, until my eyes were sore. The city outside the window glowed with a pale golden halo in
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