chinese novel
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He Liansheng was still a man after all. Xing Shuishui pointed at his ears, signaling him to cover them, but he just stared at her, not moving. She froze, while creaking sounds continued from the bed above. She gritted her teeth, barely resisting the urge to set the two people up there on fire. The…
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Several days had passed since the Flower Festival. Luo Lingyu still remembered how Lu Yun had pressed her against the door, his words making her head spin. That day, he not only kissed her, but also made her wipe the wine from his face and neck with her handkerchief. Her mind was already in chaos…
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Tang Ming and Yang Lin’s group all left through the back door. “You guys go ahead,” Lu Xiaohan said to Yang Lin. “I still need to stay with Niao Ge and Grandfather to watch the performance.” It was quite special to be able to attend tonight, and Ji Heng and Shen Qing were still watching…
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She felt her heart beating. Someone always cared about her life and death. Even more than she cared about herself. Xing Shuishui hadn’t expected this outcome either. She laughed, “It’s fine, it’s just a reference. If you don’t like it, don’t take it as one. If I don’t get the result I want, I’ll just…
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Sitting in the cool pavilion, her heart was frozen with shock! Luo Lingyu never imagined Lu Yun would treat her this way — he had flirted with her, teased her multiple times, stirred up waves in her heart, and given her hope. Yet in the end, he only saw her as a concubine for his…
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It was a feast for both eyes and ears. The professional arrangement by Jian Zhongyou and Jiang Yin’s group of teachers. Zhang Chi’s measured and balanced spear techniques had no flashy moves, and there were no wire stunts. Only that final, unreplicatable “Return Horse Spear” technique – one had to be present to feel its…
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Xing Shuishui fell asleep without realizing, slumped over the desk with the safety talisman clutched tightly in her hand. You are too good. So, what would it take to make you happy? He Liansheng. She woke in the middle of the night, lying in bed. Glancing at the peach wood talisman on the table, she…
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Ye Jingxian didn’t react immediately. Dean Huang wasn’t surprised. He gently reminded the girl in front of him, “Isn’t it about time?” Yes, it was time! Under that cold gaze, Ye Jingxian reluctantly took the white paper bag from Jiang Fuli’s hand. She didn’t forget her manners and bowed to Dean Huang, “Goodbye, Dean.” She…
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When she cried, she didn’t know whose heart she had unsettled. He Liansheng moved without a word, his hand gripping the window frame as he stepped onto the snowy windowsill. Damn it, don’t cry. A white figure flashed before her eyes in the bright moonlight. Xing Shuishui looked up at him with reddened eyes. The…
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In the cold mountain night, within a dream, he stood by the Xiang River banks. Like in ancient times, he saw the goddess of Mount Wu. At dawn she was the morning clouds, at dusk she was the falling rain. The goddess wore clouds as her clothes and water as her shoes. She walked gracefully…