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  1. He Made You a Contract Lover, but You Emptied His Property Modern Romance77k Wordsongoing The morning sun shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dazzling light spots on the floor. I stepped on the cold marble with my bare feet and walked towards the restaurant step by step. He only wore a large men's white shirt, which belonged to Fu Tingxiao. The hem of his shirt barely covered his thighs, and when the cold wind blew, the chill would creep up his bare legs. Fu Tingxiao was already sitting at the main seat at the dinner table. Today he wore a well-tailored black su 1ReadsScoreShelves
  2. My Takeout Delivery Is About to Time Out Urban52k Wordsongoing In July in the south of the city, it is so hot that it can melt the soles of your shoes. When Cheng Liang turned into Linjiang Road on his electric scooter, his cell phone rang again. "You have a new order, please take it in time." He glanced at the screen and saw that the delivery address was No. 188 Linjiang Road, and the note read "Leave it at the door, don't knock, don't ring the doorbell." He has seen this kind of remarks many times, either because of social fear or because he is not wearin 1ReadsScoreShelves
  3. Predicting Ten Years of Palace Fighting, I Became a Deep Palace Trader Ancient Romance37k Wordsongoing Gu Nian'an woke up from the pain. There was a burning pain in her neck, as if someone had wrapped a red-hot wire around her throat. She opened her eyes suddenly, gasping for air, her fingers scratching her neck uncontrollably, and her nails scratched her skin, leaving a few light red marks. The texture on the ceiling is very old and the paint is mottled. Not a cold palace. Gu Nian'an's hands froze in mid-air, and his eyes stared motionlessly at the cracked caisson painting above his head. She re ReadsScoreShelves
  4. I've Been Secretly Married for Three Years, but the CEO Doesn't Know That I'm a Billionaire Modern Romance86k Wordsongoing "Suman, go make me a cup of coffee, hand-grinded, 30% sugar, no milk." A cold male voice came from the president's office, carrying an unquestionable order. "Okay, Mr. Lu." I responded, raised my head from the pile of documents, and pushed up the thick black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of my nose. The gray professional suit that I am wearing is one size too big. I bought it from the second-hand market specifically to make myself look more inconspicuous and more like a standard social worker wit ReadsScoreShelves