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Tart Pear
[Aspie college student × retired esports world champion | comeback × unrequited love fulfilled × psychological healing | both devoted only to each other] [Fan becomes tutor, secret crush exposed] Shi Miao × Lu Zhao A story about a sunflower and her sunshine. - 2018.10.7 Sunny. I came first on the mock exam. Will he notice me? 2019.9.1 I saw his name on the class list! But he dropped out and joined an esports academy [crying face] 2020.5.1 I don't want to like you anymore. But I can't stop. I saw
2.6kReads8.6Score666Shelves
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Sweet-Pickled Green Plums
Pei Jiayi × Cheng Yunlian Beautiful, sharp-tongued scaredy-cat × super cool, wicked second-generation rich kid - Pei Jiayi had been the famous delicate flower of the compound since childhood: pretty and fragile, with a sharp mouth and a timid heart. Cheng Yunlian loved picking flowers. And loved eating green plums. Together, they formed a towering pine, rugged and imposing; their story was a tangled, awkward affection. - “Pei Jiayi, you like me.” A statement, an arrogant command, or perhaps a pl
2.3kReads8.6Score302Shelves
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Host, Stop Slacking Off
Ye Qingyi is a spirit born alongside the beginning of heaven and earth. She had no idea why she existed. And so she passed her days slowly in the void of a mountain forest, occasionally using a water mirror to look in on the three thousand worlds. As if following the natural course of the Dao, Ye Qingyi gave herself a name. The first thing she saw was a leaf, so she took Ye as her surname. The water was clear and rippled, so she called herself Ye Qingyi. Ye Qingyi likes sparkly things, loves loo
334Reads8.0Score—Shelves
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Slowly, Weaving Roses
The karaoke room glowed with hazy, suggestive pink and purple lights. The bottles on the table exuded an intoxicating scent. The man had a pair of harmless-looking almond eyes, but now they seemed to hold a pool of sweet wine beneath a starry sky, silently tempting people to savor their fragrance. His low, magnetic voice sang JJ's “Rose in the Palm of My Hand,” while his intoxicating eyes remained fixed on Xu Luwei. His dark gaze made his feelings plain for all to see. “Those smiling eyes don't
259Reads8.2Score—Shelves
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Zhuhe
"I keep falling in this world, You stretched out your hand to hold me, and did not persuade me to run towards the sun. You ask me—— "Would you like to try to see the world again with me, or should I accompany you to the end? " I hate this world to death, but I am willing to park for you. " - "The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the remaining lotuses to listen to the sound of rain." A lazy voice read out this poem that had trapped Song He for many years. A faint smile and a
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