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Books by Love Meng
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The Daily Life of a Noblewoman in the Capital 京中贵女起居日常
The main story is complete. I'll open a separate book for the extras, which will be free to read. [Coming soon: A Day in the Life of a Beijing Office Worker. Add it to your library!] Set in an imaginary Song dynasty, a gentle, slow-paced story featuring a few distinctive Song-style dishes. A little teaser: As a noblewoman in the capital, Cheng Qing had a problem none of the other noblewomen had: she blushed whenever she felt embarrassed. One day she met the male lead. Because he was handsome
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A Noblewoman's Daily Life in the Capital: Extra Stories 京中贵女起居日常番外
Extra Chapter Theme: None
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A Working Diary in the Capital 京城打工日记
A bright, cheerful fisherman's daughter x a bodyguard agency owner who doesn't want to be a young master from an aristocratic family A Zhou is a guard at the Cang'er Escort Agency. After delivering goods to a perverted island lord, an overbearing bandit, and an old man who pretended to be an emperor just to amuse himself, A Zhou thought nothing could surprise her anymore. Until she gathered the courage to tell her employer, Shen Shuhuai, "I like you." Shen Shuhuai looked confused. "Haven't we
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A Witch's Love in the Nineties 巫婆的九十年代爱情
"Our fate was like a barren desert. Even today, I remain grateful to you, because of you, I think I've learned to like myself." Shen Xia's grandmother was Chun Hua. Chun Hua was a witch who smoked menthol cigarettes. Shen Xia was sixteen. Chun Hua was thirty-six. Shen Xia said, "My mother's mother is my grandmother. I don't have a mother, so where did this grandmother come from?" Chun Hua said, "After Shen Qiushuang left, I started to feel old, old enough to skip a generation and be your gra
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My Wife 吾妻
A short story, complete. I was walking down the road when a woman I had never met put her arms around my neck and called me, "Husband!" My wife, Madam Pei, loves to laugh, loves warmth, and loves the starlight of the late night. When the draft blows through the house on a winter night, she says, "Husband, listen. The red candle is swaying." I nod, knowing we have no spare money to buy red candles. There is only an oil lamp in the house, year after year lighting up our tiny corner of the world.
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The Fox Demon and the Monk 狐妖与僧
The fox spirit Chang Bai says she likes him, that monk. She doesn't care about all those rules and precepts. She's a demon, and that's her license to ignore the human world. The monk Yuan Xiu says the scar burned into his scalp was the price he paid. He still remembers how much it hurt. "So that's why you won't return to lay life?" "Yes. I can't bear to let my hair grow back and cover it." What a flimsy excuse, so flimsy that even Yuan Xiu himself refuses to believe it, so flimsy that anyone cou
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Cross Section 横截面
She said her name was Wang Hong, such an ordinary name, as though she'd been born not wanting anyone to remember her. He said his name was Li Ming, a name so common that he could disappear into a crowd without a trace, as though fate had decreed that he would never find her. Theme:
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The Years of Dread 惊惶岁月
Those surging emotions were like a black hole, and almost swallowed our ____. Theme: Time flows like water
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