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Jinxiu's Legitimate Daughter: the Father-In-Law Loves Her to the Core
Shen Wanqing's hands were still shaking. It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I'm cold. The water in the lotus pond was still cold in March, which had not yet melted away in winter. She climbed up from the pond, her wet clothes clinging to her body, and every inch of her skin was feeling cold. But she stood firm. She couldn't stand here in her previous life. In her previous life, when she was fished out from the bottom of the pool, she had already lost her breath. A mouthful of pool water pour
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Engagement Agreement: Mr. Lu, Miss Su Is All-Powerful
"Crack." A thin piece of A4 paper was slapped on the mahogany round table and slid along the smooth tabletop to Su Nian's hand, with the edges slightly rolled up. Lu Jingshen pulled off his tie and threw his haute blazer on the back of the sofa. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt with one hand and stared condescendingly at the woman sitting on the edge of the bed. "Signed." Su Nian lowered his head and scanned the bold words on the paper. No touching allowed. Not allowed to be made
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Crazy Criticism of the Legitimate Daughter: Uncle Emperor, Who Among Us Is Crazier?
The narrow space was filled with pungent rosin. Su Luan was stuck between two thick wooden boards. The burning pain in his chest was still scurrying around, and his internal organs were trembling. Half an hour ago, Mrs. Liu broke into her room with two stout women carrying the bowl of bird's nests with added ingredients. He forcefully pinched her jaw open and poured the poison into her throat. The suona was playing loudly outside, mixed with the muttering of Taoist priests chanting sutras.
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After Rebirth: Marry a Thousand Years Old
When Shen Qingyi opened her eyes, there was still the taste of mud in her mouth. No—it's the smell of mud in memory. The loess in the mass grave was mixed with rot and rainwater. She spent three days digging in the pile of dead people before crawling out. Her fingernails were all turned over and her kneecaps were worn white. But now she was lying on the bed. The embroidered curtain, the bedding scented with albizia incense, and an unlit lamp rested on the bedside. She recognized this room.
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