Fanqie catalogue
Books by Playing Is All I Do, No Eating or Drinking
- Matches
- 4
From the Fanqie books we index, matched on the author's name.
-
Matriarchy: My Wife Is Always Teaching Me What to Do 女尊：妻主总是教我如何做事
[Female-dominated world, male lead transmigrates into a body first, then physically travels through, light fantasy, one-on-one romance] As soon as Song Lin transmigrated, he was bound to a System. Looking at the merit debt he'd racked up, counting up through the tens, hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands... all the way to a hundred million, he felt the sky was falling. Other people transmigrate with the script in hand and all kinds of golden fingers. Why does he have to constantly watch ou
342Reads—Score—Shelves
-
Matriarchy: My Assassin Husband Is Far Too Ruthless 女尊之杀手夫郎心太狠
[Female-dominant world, devoted 1v1 romance, exceptionally powerful heroine who spoils her husband rotten, soft and obedient hero?] A strategist enters the game himself, making a move that outplays fate. Yan Lige bears a blood feud, and no one will be allowed to stand in the way of his revenge. He found himself an unruly substitute who did nothing but tease him all day. How could he put up with that? He came to overthrow the dynasty, not to fall in love. But gradually, he discovered that behind
172Reads—Score—Shelves
-
Matriarchy: My Wife Takes Me Fishing for Riches 女尊：妻主带我赶海致富
[Female-dominant world, devoted husband, some angst, marriage before love, devoted couple, one-on-one] A disastrous start: She transmigrates and nearly dies right away. Someone buys her to be a live-in wife, supposedly planning to wait for her to die so he can become a widower and live freely! Mo Lingyue: What did I ever do to deserve this? As if the headache weren't enough, someone buys her to be a live-in wife. This is outrageous! Just look at her husband: broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long
17Reads—Score108Shelves
-
My Wife Dotes on Me, and Her Sickly, Possessive Husband Turns Over a New Leaf 妻主超宠，病娇夫郎洗心革面
[1v1, Devoted Husband] Three years ago, during one night in an abandoned temple, she was poisoned and lost control, offending someone. On top of a blood feud, she now owed a debt she could never repay. Now the wronged party has come for her, determined to rip away this hypocrite's mask. But beneath that mask, she has long been battered and broken. A long sword rests against her neck. Every inch it moves draws more blood. "I wronged you. This life of mine is what I owe you..."
12Reads—Score—Shelves