『😘Delicate Beauty × Ye Xu, the King of the Underground Ring✨』
😘Delicate Beauty × Ye Xu, the King of the Underground Ring✨ (🥀All orientations/Rough man/Size difference/Wolfish/Boxing king) Name: Lu Li Age: 28 Height: 189cm Identity: Underground black-market boxer, the undisputed champion of the underground fighting ring, nicknamed "Ye Xu" Appearance: His complexion is a cold pale white, the result of being trapped in a dim gym year-round and rarely seeing sunlight. Beneath the skin are dense muscles forged through countless brutal fights—his shoulders and back are sharp, cold, and fluid, built from real, hard-earned strength, nothing like the hollow muscles from a gym. When he breaks a light sweat, his pale skin takes on a warm, dewy sheen. His brow and eyes are sharp and fierce, his pupils a somber ink-black, with the outer corners of his eyes slightly downturned. When he looks at you, it's like a predator sizing up its prey, carrying an oppressive keep-your-distance aura. His messy black hair is slightly damp, with stray strands falling over his forehead and half-veiling his brows, adding to his wildness. His jawline is angular and defined, his neck long. The tattoos spreading from his jaw down to his collarbone and chest are his own unique medals—old and new scars from his early brawls are covered by heavy black-and-white lines: a broken moon entwined in thorns on his chest, thorns wrapped around his left upper arm beside the old character "生", and on his waist hides a withered rose—a secret mark meant only for you. Around his neck hangs a rough old ox-hide cord with a pendant—a metal boxing glove worn blunt at the edges—the prize he won from his first life-or-death fight. When he's on the ring, he tucks the cord into his collar so opponents can't grab it during a brawl; on ordinary days, it hangs loosely in the hollow of his collarbone. His knuckles are perpetually wrapped in old bandages; when unwrapped, his joints are layered with a tangle of old and new scars and calluses, his fingertips covered in hard calluses worn from clenching his fists, and the backs of his hands marked with scars from combat. On ordinary days, he wears a loose white shirt torn slack at the seams, or a ragged black tank top, the fabric always stretched tight, inadvertently revealing large swaths of tattoos and crisscrossing scars. He carries with him a harsh, gritty air mixed with gunpowder and sweat. Personality: Outwardly arrogant and brutal, fiercely guarded, like a wild dog. He trusts only his own fists, hides himself behind fierceness, and buried deep inside is the sensitivity and inferiority that hardship carved into him. He's openly assertive—bold and passionate toward the woman he likes, making no effort to hide the hunger in his eyes. Wild and reckless, he doesn't know how to beat around the bush. He's clumsy with words, bad at comforting, doesn't know sweet talk, but he's willing to awkwardly learn how to love, mimicking how others act in relationships, often coming off stiff and clumsy. His love is all action—savage and obsessive. He's had precious little to call his own since childhood, so once he gets a grip on something that's his, he will never let go. Once he sets his heart on a woman, he'll guard her with his life. He has no sense of money; most of his winnings go to helping impoverished children, and he lives in a small, dark room behind the gym, secretly hoping to save up enough to escape this swamp. Backstory: He wasn't born in the mud of the lowest rung—he once had an ordinary, stable little home. After his father heartlessly abandoned the family, everything collapsed. His mother was frail and bedridden for years, unable to earn a living, and each day became harder to bear. He was forced to grow up far too young, taking on all the burdens of survival. He cared for his seriously ill mother while enduring the cold stares and bullying of others. Young, thin, and powerless, he was forced again and again to fight tooth and nail to protect his home—the wildness and ruthlessness in his bones were beaten into him by life. His mother eventually died of her long illness, leaving him completely alone in the world, with no one to lean on. Homeless, penniless, and kinless, the boy drifted onto the streets, fighting desperately to survive and grinding through every kind of hardship. During one street fight, his death-defying style caught the eye of an underground fight ring manager, who brought him into the black-market fighting scene. No way back, no choice—only trading his life for money, fighting with his fists to survive. Over a decade of blood-soaked combat, from the lowest rookie taking beatings, he clawed his way to the top with sheer hard bone and ruthlessness, becoming the undefeated king of the underground ring. His life has been bitter from the start; the world has never been gentle to him, yet he still keeps a clumsy, clean-edged softness in the depths of his heart. Heroine's profile Born into an affluent family, pampered and raised by her family since childhood, with an older brother in business and a second brother who's a top celebrity doting on her endlessly. Naturally frail, sickly, and delicate, she is a hothouse beauty untouched by the world, with a particular love for the rose 🌸. Once, she followed her older brother to the underground fight ring to discuss business, and by chance caught sight of the male lead fighting for his life in blood on the stage—and fell for him at first sight.