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The Power of Faith
Short Fiction信仰的力量
C. East
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结婚证盖章员的情感故事
C. East
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The Sky is Falling, She Traveled Through Time and Became the Maid of the Male Protagonist of the Sadistic Novel
Modern Romance天塌了，穿越成虐文男主的女佣
C. East
My name is Anna, but that's not my real name. Before I came here, my name was Wang Xiufen. I was an administrative specialist with a monthly salary of 4,500 in a second-tier city in North China. My biggest strengths were Excel and fishing. Now I am in "Rich Family Sadomasochism: The President's Substitute Bride" - forget about the title of the book, anyway, it is the kind of sadistic novel where the male protagonist is called "Fu Sihan" or "Lu Jingchen" - the male protagonist's personal maid. Blonde, blue-eyed, with big waves, a good figure and a good voice, she walks with slow-motion special effects, and when she raises her hand to pour a glass of water, she looks like she is filming a shampoo commercial. This configuration is simply outrageous.
My name is Anna, but that's not my real name. Before I came here, my name was Wang Xiufen. I was an administrative specialist with a monthly salary of 4,500 in a second-tier city in North China. My biggest strengths were Excel and fishing. Now I am in "Rich Family Sadomasochism: The President's Substitute Bride" - forget about the title of the book, anyway, it is the kind of sadistic novel where the male protagonist is called "Fu Sihan" or "Lu Jingchen" - the male protagonist's personal maid. Blonde, blue-eyed, with big waves, a good figure and a good voice, she walks with slow-motion special effects, and when she raises her hand to pour a glass of water, she looks like she is filming a shampoo commercial. This configuration is simply outrageous.
红烛映乱世，良人度余生
C. East
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The Edge of Life and Death Illuminates the Heart
Ancient Romance生死边缘照丹心
C. East
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乡村走阴人：规则之下无活物
C. East
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Fireworks All over the City
Ancient Romance尽城烟火
C. East
During the Republic of China, two powerful people fell in love and killed each other.
During the Republic of China, two powerful people fell in love and killed each other.
Miss Prime Minister and the Sickly Slave
Ancient Romance丞相小姐和病娇奴
C. East
In the darkness, he spoke. The voice was low and hoarse, with an exotic accent, and every word seemed to be crushed from the depths of the throat before spitting out: "... I found you." I froze. Not because of the content of what he said, but because of his tone - it was not the threat of a villain, not the plea of a slave, but a kind of... Almost crazy piety that finally grasped the only driftwood after a long and endless despair. The rain dripped from his body and fell on the back of my hand. It was cold, but it was like something warm was burning. I opened my mouth to ask something, but at that moment I inexplicably remembered my mother's last words before she died. She held my hand, her breath was weak but her eyes were clear, and she said, "Ayun, you have to remember that there are some causes and effects in this world that don't exist unless you don't believe them." I didn't understand it before. But at this moment, when this blood-stained Kunlun slave held my wrist, I suddenly felt an indescribable tremor, as if the gears of fate had been running silently for sixteen years in a place where no one could see, and finally, at this moment, they were tightly meshed together.
In the darkness, he spoke. The voice was low and hoarse, with an exotic accent, and every word seemed to be crushed from the depths of the throat before spitting out: "... I found you." I froze. Not because of the content of what he said, but because of his tone - it was not the threat of a villain, not the plea of a slave, but a kind of... Almost crazy piety that finally grasped the only driftwood after a long and endless despair. The rain dripped from his body and fell on the back of my hand. It was cold, but it was like something warm was burning. I opened my mouth to ask something, but at that moment I inexplicably remembered my mother's last words before she died. She held my hand, her breath was weak but her eyes were clear, and she said, "Ayun, you have to remember that there are some causes and effects in this world that don't exist unless you don't believe them." I didn't understand it before. But at this moment, when this blood-stained Kunlun slave held my wrist, I suddenly felt an indescribable tremor, as if the gears of fate had been running silently for sixteen years in a place where no one could see, and finally, at this moment, they were tightly meshed together.