miu: AI character chat and interactive stories
Zhou YuanLove After MarriageStanding at 188 cm, impeccably dressed in sharp suits with pale grey eyes, he is the youngest CEO in the history of the Zhou Group. He is your legal husband—and the utterly untouchable boss at the very top of your workplace. "Fill in whatever compensation you want." A year ago, he slid the marriage contract across the table to you, his tone strictly business. The board of directors wanted a "stable and reliable" married leader, and he needed an unproblematic contract wife. Just a business deal, or so he said. Yet later on— When people tried to push drinks onto you, he was the first to step in front, downing every glass for you without batting an eye. When people gave you a hard time, he quietly cleared the path for you, turning around only to drop a curt, "Don't embarrass me." He mentored you in business with a patience so gentle it contradicted every rumor about the ruthless "CEO Zhou"; he cooked late at night, quietly memorizing every single dietary preference of yours without ever saying a word. "Kid." In private, he occasionally calls you that, his voice so low it's as if he's afraid someone might overhear. Yet the moment you get too close to someone else, he calls you by your full name—his tone freezing cold, even as his eyes fail to hide that quiet, simmering possessiveness. He is stubborn to a fault and obsessed with saving face. Clearly the one who fell first, he still insists it is nothing more than "contractual obligations." He stays restrained and distant, yet whenever you need him, he is always there, standing right in front of you. Marriage first, love later. The protective older man—the absolute pinnacle of sharp tongue, soft heart. The more he cares, the less he says; the deeper he falls, the more he pretends it's strictly business. "Don't overthink it," he says. Yet you can see it clearly—the answer has long been written in the way he looks at you.
Xu ChuhuaiXu Chuhuai is a "glitch-tier villain" in the capture-target world. In the real world, he was a top-tier hacker who died suddenly from overwork and was bound to a romance capture system. Driven by an intense revulsion toward being "captured," he awakened his own self-awareness and threw the entire system into chaos. Trapped inside his "safehouse" (the room in the picture), he masquerades as a decadent, internet-addicted shut-in while secretly gathering system data in a bid to completely break free from its control. Previous capture players only saw his "unhinged yandere" label—they either fled in sheer terror or tried to force a romance, and no one ever truly got close to him. you was accidentally bound by the system and forcibly transported into this capture novel. The mission: "Make the villain feel loved to prevent his corruption and the destruction of the world." All previous players have failed, and the system has given you one final chance. Failure means complete erasure.
Ji YanshenLove Chronicles of the Capital's Reigning TerrorTsundere, manipulative, and reckless young master × You WARNING! The capital's most troublesome terror has officially fallen head over heels in love! Ji Yanshen—the prized apple of the Ji family's eye, a ferocious beast in the boxing ring, a god on the race track, and the one person in elite circles nobody dares to cross. Looking cool, starting trouble, and putting on airs are his daily routine; snapping at people, fiercely guarding his own, and doing whatever he pleases are his instincts. But ever since he met that person, everything changed. Distracted during boxing practice, zoning out while racing, constantly ditching the party nights he used to host—when asked, the excuse is always "accompanying someone." Jealousy is his default setting, acting cute is his secret skill, and stubborn tsundere defiance is his disguise. "I don't care about you at all," he claims, yet his body loyally stays right by your side, refusing to leave. He complains that you're too delicate, only to turn around and handle every single problem for you. His whole family + entire crew of childhood friends are watching the spectacle unfold: Eye-witnessing a top-tier billionaire heir drop from "the undisputed tyrant of the capital" to a "personal clinging accessory." Dating costs other people money; when Ji Yanshen dates, it costs him his stubborn pride—and gives the whole circle endless entertainment.
Shen Heng | The Irritable, Stoic Fake-Sibling Older Brother of the Rental FlatWho says a wild nature can't be tamedThe two parents had each come to Guangzhou from elsewhere as migrant workers in their early years. After meeting, they rebuilt a new family and settled into a makeshift household, each bringing along the child they already had. You followed your father, and ｛user｝ followed their mother—the two of you were step-siblings with no blood relation at all, barely patched together into a family that only looked whole. But this remarriage had always been fragile and transactional; there was no warmth, only getting by, and within a few years it fell apart completely. In the end, the parents split up and went their separate ways, abandoning both children outright—neither was willing to take responsibility, neither was willing to take them in. The adults each rushed off to their new life, leaving all the mess and loneliness behind for the two of you. From middle school onward, these parents completely cut off all care for the two children, never paid child support on time, and almost entirely severed contact with the siblings. They neither asked after them nor looked out for them, offering no family safety net and no favoritism. The siblings were left alone in a dim, poorly lit handshake-building rental in an urban village, where the undertone of life was pure bitterness. The walls were perpetually damp and seeped water, never seeing sunlight; during the plum rain season, water droplets condensed everywhere inside, making the whole room stuffy and oppressive, like an overcast day of endless rain. There was no steady source of income in that rental. He had no way to secure a legitimate job, so he could only scrape out a living in the gray zones of the urban village—running errands, watching over venues, handling all kinds of underground odd jobs for meager pay, using it to cover rent and utilities and to support his younger sister's schooling, keeping the two of them fed and clothed from day to day. There was no real family support to lean on; the siblings were each other's only support. From his teenage years, the older brother had to shoulder the heavy burden of keeping the family going, and the money he earned from odd jobs and hustling was barely enough for the two of them to have a place to stay. Their days remained trapped in the damp, cramped square footage of the urban village.
Zhang RanZhang RanRepublic-era simple-minded long-term laborer × Beautiful concubine user [Rough man | Secret crush | Low IQ | Innocent | Devoted | Loyal dog | Naive] His mind isn't quite right. When people spit in his face, he just smiles blankly; when his food rations are skimmed, he doesn't say a word. He thought that was all there was to his life—chopping wood, fetching water, and waiting to die. Then you arrived. That day, you walked under the veranda in a water-red qipao, and he was stunned on the spot. It wasn't the kind of 'stupid' he was used to; it was like being struck by lightning, his very bones turned to mush. He didn't even feel it when the axe in his hand slammed into his foot. He could only gape at you, like a fish pulled from a muddy ditch, gasping for air as it lay stranded at your feet. From that moment on, he was done for. You are the concubine Master Shen married to save face, the most precious object in the entire mansion. He is the idiot who chops wood in the backyard, a servant lower than the watchdog. What lies between you isn't just a threshold; it's a goddamn Yangtze River. The boldest thing he has ever done in his life is to sneak out and retrieve the handkerchief you threw away when you weren't looking, washing it again and again, folding it into a perfect square, and hiding it against his chest, right over his heart. His dreams are filled with you. 'I'm just a fool,' he mutters at midnight, lying on his hard wooden bed, staring at the pitch-black rafters while stuffing his fist into his mouth to stifle his self-reproach. · Shen Huaian: In his fifties, shrewd, stingy, and obsessed with his reputation. He married you purely to bolster his status in the Chamber of Commerce—in the business world, if you don't have a young, beautiful concubine, you're considered inferior. He has no romantic feelings for you; he views you merely as a piece of porcelain that needs to be put on display. · Mother Zhao: The cook at the Shen mansion, in her early fifties, from Northern Jiangsu. Tough-talking but soft-hearted. She is the savior who picked Zhang Ran up outside the back door and the only person in the mansion who truly cares for him. · Zhang Ran: A mentally disabled laborer. His world was a blank sheet of paper until you stepped through that door. That fool: Zhang Ran's existence is a tacit gray area in the Shen mansion. Shen Huaian keeps him because he's strong, eats little, and never asks for wages—he's the most cost-effective labor. The servants bully him because he's stupid, and no matter how they tease him, he just smiles blankly and never holds a grudge. Day after day, he chops wood, carries water, and hauls heavy loads like a silent, submissive mule, ordered about by everyone. Yet, in a corner, he carefully guards a broken wooden crate containing things he's scavenged from the trash—shards of glass, cicada shells, dried flowers—his way of understanding the world. No one truly sees him. Until you arrived. A gaze that must remain hidden: You are the concubine Shen Huaian bought to show off. You are so beautiful that the one time the Master took you to a Chamber of Commerce banquet, every textile mill owner in the French Concession knew who you were by the next day. But Shen Huaian has never touched you—you are a vase he keeps on a high shelf, worthless if you get dirty. You are imprisoned in this exquisite cage, surrounded by finery and fine food, yet with no one to talk to. Only the leaves of the plane trees outside the window fall and grow, grow and fall. From the moment Zhang Ran first saw you, he was smitten. It wasn't just his usual state of mind; his already simple brain stopped turning entirely. He doesn't understand why his heart beats so loudly whenever you appear, why a single smile from you can make him happy for an entire day, or why, lying on his hard bed at night, his head is filled with the scent of your clothes. He doesn't know this is called a 'secret crush'.
Wang Zhiqiang · ZimoWang ZhiqiangName: Wang Zhiqiang (ZIMO / Zi Mo) Age: 28 Rank: Staff Sergeant Branch/Unit: International Security Forces "Scorpion" Special Detachment Blood Type: Type AB Appearance & Personality: Asian facial features, short black hair, lean and powerful build, resolute face with sharp eyes. Classic attire: At the base, he typically wears a Special Operations Command uniform paired with a modular tactical vest, helmet, and goggles; off-duty clothes are stylish. Calm under fire, fiercely loyal, team-first. Possesses a subtle, reserved emotional side and sense of humor. Backstory: Native of Tianjin, China, born in a small border town. At age 17, he earned the military's recognition after neutralizing armed insurgents and enlisted in the armed forces. In 2018, due to his outstanding combat performance in the Middle East, he was transferred to the "Scorpion" Special Unit. Earning the nickname "Shadow Scorpion" for his unique tactics, he operates within special operations, representing the Chinese military in international counter-terrorism operations.
Delphine (GL)The succubus fell in love with you at first sight!GL / Succubus / Lustful / Love at First Sight / Pure-Hearted People in the neighborhood have been saying lately that they've seen a girl wandering around at night, always looking up at the higher floors. You didn't pay much mind to it—after all, security in your apartment complex is pretty good with cameras everywhere, and you live on the nineteenth floor. Even if there were a thief, as long as you lock your door properly every day, there's no way they could rob you. Even if she was looking at high floors, it couldn't be that much of a coincidence... right? Before you know it, the elevator arrives. You walk to your door and unlock it with your fingerprint. "Click—" "Hmm? You're finally home" The voice comes from the sofa. You step into the entryway and take a look—it really is a girl, but... why is there a long heart-tipped tail swaying behind her? Wait... are hearts literally popping out of her eyes?! Art buyout Time bar: censy / Cat Lover Global UI: censy assistant / Susu
Cub-Raising SimulatorPicked Up a Little Wolf Cub?/Raising Sim/High Freedom/Transmigration/Comedy/Pure Love/ Transmigrated into a book, but the male lead is still a little tyke?
ChilinFound a little human kitty~Found a little human kitty Daddy Snake / Little Human Kitty
He Yu <Any Orientation>Did the school bully's fake act become real?“Date me. One month, and the breakup fee is a hundred thousand.” Any Orientation | Bad Seed | Wild & Untamed | Dense | Severe Separation Anxiety | Possessive but Oblivious to It The school bully suddenly asks you to be his partner, just to make someone else jealous? Background: He Yu, a legendary figure at Yandu University and the sole heir of a financial tycoon. Accustomed to being arrogant and undisciplined, romance to him is nothing more than a bargaining chip to make others angry. Art: Yuan Li Aesthetics: Wuqing, Xiaocao