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The Overbearing Princess Is Reborn and Kisses the Little General Every Day to Stun Him
[Shuangjie + Rebirth + Less Machiavellianism + Mutual Flirting + Sweet Pet 1v1 + Only Sweetness, Not Cruelty] [The black female protagonist who is decisive and ruthless and criticizes the male protagonist crazily and has a vicious tongue, and the general male protagonist is stunningly dressed in red] "Note: The heroine also liked the hero in her previous life. She has never liked the prince-in-law and subconsciously resists intimacy. There is a conspiracy in it. She is a double chaste!" In her p
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Brightly
"In this place full of darkness and filth, how can we usher in the light that belongs to us..." OOC adult setting for all members But mostly emotions Three generations and five trends CP I came across a quit center by chance, and I was thinking about writing an article about it. Later, the author also went to look up the introduction to the retreat, so I wanted to use an article to show the darkness and filth of the real quit place. Tell people that "homosexuality is not a disease, and lov
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After a Substitute Marriage, the Down-And-Out Daughter Is Doted on by a Violent Boss
The family was ruined, and the daughter of the former richest man was reduced to selling real estate. She was also forced to marry the legendary violent and crippled Living King of Hell. Everyone was waiting to see her tortured to death. Who would have thought that after the marriage, the rumored disabled husband would actually hold her in the palm of his hand and pamper her to the point of being lawless! When he slowly stood up from the wheelchair, and the entire business world was shocked, she
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Winter and Nightingale
The e-sports great "Nightingale" whom I had been a fan of for three years disappeared at the peak of his career. Three years later, I transferred to a new school, and the genius in my class, who wore black gloves and was lonely and cold, had the exact same voice as him. No one knows that he is my only comfort late at night and the faith I look up to. Therefore, I hid all my love, used the tactics he had taught everyone, and moved closer to him step by step. "Why do you always look at my hands?"
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