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After being betrayed by their lovers, the iron lady and the mild man meet each other, and because of drinking down, the two of them are forced to act as lovers, when they try their best to change themselves and to find their perfect matches in the eyes of others, they find that their true loves are so far yet so near...

Two Coffins

MysteryDetective

A woman arrives at the Earl's Castle, and a subtle relationship between the Earl, the Earl's wife and the female guest unfolds. The Earl's wife is jealous of the female guest, while the gravely ill Earl believes in eternal life just like the Egyptian pharaohs. So he collects many ancient relics. However, the Earl actually prepares two coffins instead of one for himself...

Hell Take-out

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This is the dangerous job in the world because I am the deliveryman in the Hell. Why is this dangerous? Because, I, at any time was chased by dmons and ghosts...

Beneath The Mask

TragicRevenge

Does he loves me? But he doesn't even know who I really am. The closer to him the bigger chance to expose everything I'm hiding. I'm going to break his heart, I am knowing the risks, but I can't forced myself to stay away. Will we lose it all when I reveal what's beneath this mask?

Legend of Yu Chan

HotbloodHistorical

In this world, there are monsters hiding in human beings, they kill and eat human. To kill these monsters and protect human beings, a group of people called Taoists emerged in response.

I Want a Divorce!

DoctorRevenge

Transporting back in time, she almost met her death because of a bowl of heart blood! What’s worse, the playboy and the basic b*tch tortured her together, not only her body, but also her heart, and they even tried to refine her into medication to cure the basic b*tch. Damn it! I’m a sleeping tiger, not a sick cat! Fighting the playboy and getting back at the basic b*tch, I’ll make them know who I am step by step. But... why does the His Royal Highness climbs onto my bed every night?