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Books by 郑逍遥
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The Prince of Tennis: Ji Jing's World After Transmigrating 网王穿越—季静的世界
Blurb: From then on, red roses became a symbol of steadfast love. But red roses always have thorns, a reminder that the road to love is not always smooth. (Dedicated to Prince Atobe.) Please help bookmark Xiaoyao's little corner. That way, you'll get a notification when I publish a new story. This story has two endings. For now, Chapters 56–60 have Atobe as the male lead, while Chapters 61–65 have Yukimura as the male lead. Theme: Quietly nurturing all things.
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Carefree as an Immortal 逍遥似神仙
A 1v1 transmigration story with no explicit content. Read with caution if that's not your thing. This is a slow-burn story. Simple meals satisfy me three times a day, and breakfast and dinner are both delicious; A cotton robe keeps me warmer than silk, and I can wear it long or short; A few thatched cottages are enough, and I feel at ease whether I'm out or staying in; After the rain clears, I take a little boat, with fish on one side and wine on the other; When the sun is already high, I sleep
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Heart's Awakening 心动（网王）
Xiao Bin: Wise and quick-witted. "Shu, have you forgotten all the basic tennis moves?" Vice-captain Oishi asked with concern. At the same time, everyone else on the court fell silent in unison and pricked up their ears, waiting for Xiao Bin's answer. Xiao Bin's smile didn't change, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes. "I guess I have!" I'm back. This story won't be abandoned; I'll finish it. This is a completed story by Xiaoyao. I'm going out of town for the New Year. No computer or
30Favorites705Clicks/ch—Gifts
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Love Is Sand Between Your Fingers 爱如指间沙
Some say love is like the sand in your hand: the harder you try to hold on to it, the faster it slips away. Sand Between the Fingers -- Lan Ting Xiao Sheng Only in my twilight years do I think of my youth, Childhood innocence was filled with fleeting illusions. Time flies, and the past is hard to look back on, Just like a beauty's face, slipping through one's fingers like sand. This is a story about a mature woman searching for love. The premise is clichéd, and my writing is quite ordinary too.
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