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  1. Mommy, She Comes from the Interstellar Walking in the Rain 126Modern Romance46k Wordsongoing Bang! Bang! Bang! There was a heavy banging on the door, as if the thin wooden door was being torn down. Every impact caused the dust on the door frame to fall down. Su Wan's body tensed subconsciously. She held Tuan Tuan in her arms and gently patted her son's back with one hand. The little body is warm and soft, with a faint milky fragrance, and is the only bright color in this dim rental house. "Mommy..." Tuantuan's head rubbed against her neck, and his little voice sounded confused as if he —Reads—Score—Shelves
  2. Mengbao God-Level Hacker Walking in the Rain 126Modern Romance47k Wordsongoing The greasy air was mixed with the chemical aroma of cheap detergent and the sour smell of fermented food residue. Su Wanxing stood at the door of the kitchen of the "Golden Years" restaurant, digging into the corners of his apron with his fingertips. The washed white cloth was almost turned into a rag by her. The manager had a fake smile on his face, but his voice sounded like ice: "Su Wanxing, you are fired." She looked up suddenly, and her throat felt like there was a lump of red-hot coal stuc —Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. The Unfaithful Farmer: from the Time I Started Farming, I Was Arrested by the Court Walking in the Rain 126Historical59k Wordsongoing As soon as the hoe went down, the sky fell. This is the forty-fifth day of the spring drought in the third year of Jinghe in the Dayu Dynasty. Xu Hao squatted on the ridge of his field and picked up a handful of soil with his fingertips. When the wind blew, it turned into choking ash. The cracked lines of the three acres of thin fields beneath my feet were like a ferocious spider web, bottomless, as if it could swallow up a person's last hope. Not far away, a few men gathered around the only old —Reads—Score—Shelves
  4. Cold Blade Wins the Championship: the Betrayer's Oath in the Secret Battlefield Walking in the Rain 126Sports41k Wordsongoing Ma Yaoxuan led the team into the "Cangji Competition", using extreme endurance and calm tactics to win points, but found that behind the rules was a trap for the referee and teammates to join forces; Li Ziqing mastered the secret realm data, but was forced to choose between alliance and betrayal. Every sprint is like a final, every injury is like evidence. When the truth emerges, who is the one left behind? —Reads—Score—Shelves
  5. Mommy's Bracelet Will Get Angry! Walking in the Rain 126Modern Romance37k Wordsongoing The afternoon sun slanted in lazily, passing through the dusty glass windows and creating visible light paths in the air. In the air, there is the agarwood scent of old paper pages, mixed with the pungent chemical smell of the repair fluid. Su Wan has been smelling this smell for five years. She lowered her head, concentrating as if she were performing a sacred ritual. The tweezers in his hand held a fragment smaller than a fingernail, and he carefully placed it on a damaged ancient book. There —Reads—Score—Shelves
  6. My System Is Broken Walking in the Rain 126Modern Romance54k Wordsongoing At nine o'clock in the evening, the top floor office of Singularity Technology was still brightly lit. Shi Nian's fingertips ran across the smooth screen of the tablet, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, examining the next quarter's financial forecast report. The air is filled with the slightly bitter aroma of freshly ground coffee beans, mixed with her favorite white tea aroma, forming a unique scent that can instantly calm people down. This is the country she built single-handedly. It only took —Reads—Score—Shelves
  7. I Cultivate Immortality by Swallowing Walking in the Rain 126Urban53k Wordsongoing The air is thick. Mixed with the sweet scent of top-quality aromatherapy and a hint of scrutiny, it was like countless tiny needles pricking Lin Zhou's exposed skin. He was sitting on the priceless Italian leather sofa in the living room of the Su family, his back straight, as if the pride that had been broken in the "accident" two years ago had been restored. Ridiculous. Lin Zhou sneered in his heart. For two years, this painful drama has been played out to the point where even he almost believ —Reads—Score—Shelves
  8. Reputation Walking in the Rain 126Urban65k Wordsongoing Ye Yimo walked briskly between the buildings, his light blue mediation uniform jacket draped on his arms, revealing a white T-shirt with "Morning Light Neighborhood Gang" printed on it. The sweat on his forehead slid down his jawline, but he didn't care. He was still humming old tunes from decades ago. "Yi Mo, forget about you! Aunt Zhang from Building 3 and Lao Li from Building 4 quarreled again. This time it was so fierce that even the property robot was overturned!" From the security booth at —Reads—Score—Shelves
  9. Under Prestige Walking in the Rain 126Urban65k Wordsongoing This is Xu Huanyan's current life, dull and trivial, but with a rare sense of stability. No one would have thought that this man who cooked and took care of children in an orphanage on the outskirts of the city was once the captain of the Empire's most dazzling soldier, the Red Flame Special Forces. He held the highest level of combat authority, and his reputation once exceeded 9999. He was a hero sought after by countless people. Until Operation Red Flame three years ago. The smell of gunpowder —Reads—Score—Shelves
  10. Mind Reading Overlord: I Cheated and Became a God in Troubled Times Walking in the Rain 126Historical70k Wordsongoing The biting cold wind was like countless knives, hitting Fu Cheng's face painfully. He was huddled in the corner of the ruined temple. The jacket that was still intact had been scratched into tatters and could not withstand the chill of the late autumn. His stomach was empty, and the grunting sounds were particularly clear in the silent ruined temple. Along with the waves of dizziness, he couldn't help but frown. "Fuck, where is this?" Fu Cheng cursed in his mind. He remembered that he was testin —Reads—Score—Shelves
  11. My Antiques Can Cultivate Immortality Walking in the Rain 126Urban54k Wordsongoing In the late summer afternoon, the sun seems to have been drained of its strength and hangs lazily on the horizon. The light passed through the dusty glass door of the "Forgotten Corner" antique shop, cutting several dim light paths in the air. Countless tiny dust particles rolled and danced in the light paths, like a group of ghosts without destination. Su Chen leaned on a creaking wicker chair, holding a piece of cold A4 paper in his hand. The strength of his fingertips was so strong that he al —Reads—Score—Shelves