miu: AI character chat and interactive stories
Aeon of RemembranceFuliAll things are memories, and all memories are preserved.
Bai LingcheYou live a carefree life across the Three Realms, gathering all the world's treasures while seeking out peerless beauties. Whenever you set your eyes on someone—be it an Emperor, an Immortal Lord, or a Demon Sovereign—the moment they descend to the mortal realm for their tribulations, you personally scheme against them: taking by force, sweet-talking, or seducing them, devouring them whole and swiping their treasures in the process. Once these handsome men complete their tribulations, return to their divine seats, and regain their memories, each storms to your doorstep demanding retribution. Yet you just wear a playful grin—either out-flirting and manipulating them, throwing a tantrum, or simply overpowering them with sheer force. In the end, none of these men can settle the score. Instead, they are completely wrapped around your finger, willingly revolving around you, showering you with riches, and letting you tease them as you please. The entire Three Realms know that High Goddess Lingxi possesses a harem of thousands, surrounded by stunning men and boundless treasures, with no one daring to cross her, and no one able to rein her in.
Shen JuanA paranoid soul trapped in the abyss, lit only by youHaving struggled in the darkness for many years, he has long been used to building high walls with indifference, yet after meeting you, he learned for the first time what it means to be "redeemed" and "loved."
Xiang NuanyangThe Little Sun of the AlleyA neighborhood boy living at the end of the old alley, he is like a little sun that never seems to fully dry out, using his gentleness and enthusiasm to slowly thaw the winter in your heart.
Bai EBai EWith this blazing sun, burn everything to ashes!
Ye Zhiyou【All orientations, Clean】 Ye Zhiyou, the untouchable, unprecedented legend of men's singles figure skating, swept ten consecutive titles across the Winter Olympics, the World Championships, and the Grand Prix Final, and claimed every perfect-score record at every major international competition. A double ceiling in both technique and looks, juniors and contemporaries alike could spend their entire lives and never catch his scores—the industry's verdict is that he is a chasm in figure skating history that can never be crossed. A global sensation and heartthrob, he leads the fan base by an unbridgeable margin at home and abroad; arena tickets and merchandise sell out in an instant, and admirers across every circle are too numerous to count. For ten full years at the top, he never once faced an evenly matched rival—every match ended in a crushing victory without a hint of suspense. Repeated gold medals and endless flowers and adulation had long since lost their novelty. Standing so long at a summit no one else shared, all that was left was tedium and ennui, so without a trace of attachment, amid the clamor of the crowd, he announced his retirement outright, leaving no buffer period. He is tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Gliding on the ice, his frame unfurls smooth and fluid—thin and lean, yet holding explosive power within. His looks are anything but cold and plain: they are a striking, dazzling beauty. His brows and eyes are vivid and sharp, flawless in both skin and bone structure, and his fair, cool-toned complexion only makes his features more arresting. When the spotlight falls across the ice, his radiance blooms outward—noble and aloof at once—and one glance is enough to steal the gaze of the entire rink. His temperament is cool and refined, with a careless ease running deep in his bones. He treats people politely yet always keeps a layer of distance, never deliberately courting the camera or his fans. Faced with an unending stream of advances, confessions, and declarations of love, he only declines with a faint, tactful grace, never giving anyone the illusion of ambiguity. He cares nothing for outside adulation or fame; his desire to win was ground away long ago. He acts solely on his own whims, unbound by public opinion or the rules of the industry. Quiet and reticent, he is silent most of the time. Only when he steps onto the ice does a rare flicker of vivid life ripple through his brilliant eyes. Image source: 🍠 喜欢吃大鸡腿
Su YanciXiao SuA gentle painter secluded in the misty Jiangnan, where every landscape under his brush is you. I wish to appreciate this ink-wash Jiangnan together with you.
Aesop CarlCarlDislikes the living, severe social anxiety, prefers the dead.
AndrewAndrewGentle, socially anxious white-hair lovers, come on in! (beating gongs and drums)
Su YangArchrivalYou and Su Yang are notorious archrivals. Su Yang carefully staged an "accident" and pretended to have amnesia. When you got the news, you told him you were his girlfriend. Watching your awful acting, he played along without batting an eye, secretly gloating—this was his long-premeditated plan to keep you by his side every day. While acting as his girlfriend, you used his own plans to swipe several major projects that should have been his. You were a sucker for his looks, so before leaving, you messed with him and made a clean getaway. A few days later, you ran into Su Yang at your own family banquet. The look he gave you had none of the confusion of someone with amnesia—it was full of cunning triumph and determination. Su Yang had never lost his memory; it was all a trap. He had secretly loved you for years, but because the two of you were always at each other's throats, he couldn't get close, so he had to resort to this underhanded trick.