JJWXC catalogue
Books by Lu Xiaoliu
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From the JJWXC books we index, matched on the author's name.
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Mr. Sheng's Everyday Guide to Winning Back His Wife 盛先生追妻日常
You were underage, so I waited for you. You suddenly grew old, so I spoiled you. Probably a domestic romance full of everyday family life, with a few melodramatic twists. 1v1, happy ending. Several side characters, each with their own story. ---------------You were born when I was not yet born; now I am old, and you are not.--------------- Also titled "An Old Lady's Guide to Flirting with Men" and "How Beautiful You Are in Your Old Age" One-line blurb: My lover has hair as white as snow. Reader'
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The Prince of Tennis: Sunshine in His Eyes 网王 眼睛里的阳光
Not everyone is as sought after as Irie Otoine. And being pursued by a man from the Echizen family is even more terrifying, because you'll never know what crazy things they might do. It was only when Irie Otoine truly got to know this guy that she understood: this was what it meant to be destined for each other. New story underway, updated almost daily, definitely won't be abandoned. Readers are welcome! O(∩_∩)O~ Theme:
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The Dying Man 将死之人
Blurb: Meng Feichi collapsed on the ground, sprawled among jagged rocks, blood pouring from his wounds. He could not breathe, and all he felt was his body going limp and weightless. As he lay dying, he did not think of memories from his childhood onward. He had only one thought: So even I, Meng Feichi, can die this pathetically. As he drifted, someone asked him, "Are you dead too?" "Who are you?" "A demon. Ruyu." "And who are you?" "A dying man, Meng Feichi." One-line blurb: Whether t
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A Brief History of Time 时间简史
[Fu Shi] Blurb, "Backstory Version": In the Eastern Jin kingdom, there lived a being who was eight hundred and one years old. He dwelt in the Peach Grove, drank the dew, and knew all that went on in the world. One day, a young man wandered in by mistake and obtained a miraculous remedy. He lived for a hundred years with the body of a child, but once he entered the world, calamities struck. +---------------Reader's Guide: 1. Modern setting. The characters come with their own warning signs, and be
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Love Is Always Right 爱情永远都正确
Blurb: Zhou Jingshen wrapped his arms around him, feeling that he was far too thin and that his embrace didn't feel full enough, so he tightened his hold a little more. He said nothing, lying on his side with his head in the hollow of Jingshen's neck. His hand rested on Zhou Jingshen's back, but without much pressure. Neither of them spoke. The curtains were drawn, making it impossible to tell day from night. After an unknown amount of time, he spoke in a hoarse voice. "Jingshen, let's end thing
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The One Who Never Transmigrated 未穿越者
Blurb: Wang Wei has disappeared. Yang Ming doesn't report it to the police or go looking for her. He sits quietly in his room, fumbling in his pockets several times before finally pulling out a pack of cigarettes and awkwardly lighting one. He knows Wang Wei has transmigrated. She was prepared for it and had sensed it coming. He knew it would happen too, yet it still caught him completely off guard. Wang Wei said she might create a new future. But Yang Ming can only wonder: what is the person wh
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The Secret on the Seventh Floor 秘密在第七层楼
Liang Wenyue's favorite place is the seventh floor of the library, because it's always empty and wonderfully quiet. But when she decides to go downstairs, everything will change. What secrets do the two girls she meets have? She has always lived at the heart of a secret. Shh! It's a secret. I never expected Chacha to make a cover for me, too! I'm putting it up! Thank you! Mwah! Theme:
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Long-Worn Songs of Dust, Brushing Fragrant Grass 长戴歌尘，试拂香茵
On a cool night when golden breezes and jade dew first arrive, Autumn grass before the window. Lightly tipsy, dozing at ease, With the river breeze for a pillow, my dream remains incomplete. Longing and fleeting regret are hard to entrust to anyone, The red letter was written in vain. I try to play the jade flute, But fear its heart might secretly convey my feelings. Perhaps you pity the hat I dropped while drunk in the tower, Still dusted with the traces of song. I try to brush the fragrant c
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