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My Second Generation, Hu Hai, Was Forced to Become a Saint King
I opened my eyes suddenly and saw a golden curtain. The air was filled with an indescribable fragrance, like sandalwood mixed with some kind of herbal medicine. Wrong. Just a second ago, I was staying up late in a rental house to catch up on plans, eating instant noodles and watching short videos. Why did I end up here when I opened my eyes? A bunch of images suddenly flooded into my mind, as if someone had forced them into it. The memory of a young man, he is... Hu Hai? The eighteenth son of Qi
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Adorable Six-Year-Old Boy Brings DNA Report to CEO Mother
I came out of the kitchen carrying the porridge from the orphanage and heard these words coming from the yard. The bowl in his hand almost slipped out - my son Lu Ping'an, six years old, was sitting cross-legged in the sand pit under the slide, surrounded by a circle of little carrot heads half a head shorter than him. He held a stack of paper in his hand. The paper glowed white in the sunset. I could see it clearly. Oh my god, that is the DNA paternity test report that I have hidden for six yea
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Boyfriend Turns into a Dog: Kissing Can Turn Him Back into a Human
Next to the bed squatted a huge husky. It stared straight at me with its clear black and white dog eyes, holding my lace underwear in its mouth, a pink shoulder strap hanging down from the corner of its mouth, and a large piece of it was wet with saliva. I screamed for a full three seconds before I found my voice. The Erha was so loud that I pressed its ears back, but it didn't hide. Instead, it put its underwear on the ground, raised its paws, and stepped on it - to be precise, it was typing. I
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The Son of a Powerful Minister Cheats When He Says Idioms
I opened my eyes in a daze, and what I saw was a dazzling red curtain. My nose was full of the smell of inferior powder mixed with the greasy smell of wine and food. He sat up with his hands on his body and looked down. He was wearing a luxurious silk robe with a jade pendant of excellent quality hanging around his waist. What's going on? My last memory is still in front of the broken computer in the Internet cafe. That night I was watching historical videos, and happened to see the episode of J
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