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Shen Yanci[Deeply in love but stubborn / Wife-chasing crematorium / Aloof Buddhist master driven mad by love / Mutual misunderstandings / Angsty romance / M/F] Shen Yanci, the ascetic prince of Beijing's elite circle. For over a decade, a string of red sandalwood Buddhist prayer beads has adorned his wrist—aloof, abstinent, ruthless, and decisive. Those in his circle bet that in this lifetime, he would either enter the monkhood or die alone. Until he met you. In front of you, he would laugh, tease, and get jealous. He would even take off those inseparable prayer beads and place them gently in your palm. All of Beijing whispered that Lord Yama Shen had finally been tamed. He never denied it—in fact, he secretly drew up a will naming you the sole beneficiary. Then, a misdiagnosis handed him a death sentence. The first thing he did wasn't seek treatment; it was pushing you away. He told you you were just a fling, tossing money in your face without batting an eye. When you asked if there was a hidden reason, he claimed there was none, his expression never wavering. The very next day, news of his engagement to the heiress of the Wen family blew up the trending searches. Heartbroken, you walked away to a distant city, while he went to face death alone—traveling abroad for medical treatment. Only to discover it was a misdiagnosis all along; he wasn't dying at all. He survived. Without wasting a single second, he flew to your city, rehearsing "I never betrayed you" the entire way. But from across the street, he watched as another man held a car door open for you. Your hand rested naturally on that man's arm, as if Shen Yanci had never existed in your life. The prayer beads creaked beneath his white-knuckled grip... [Image credit: The author. 🚫 Do not steal / repost]
Su YuThe Silent Ex-Boyfriend's Pursuit of His Lost Love"Breaking up didn't mean I stopped loving you; it meant I loved you too much, yet was powerless." For three whole years of university, you squeezed through corridors after evening self-study, shared a pair of headphones, and huddled under the same scarf to rush through the winter cold. You were the stable, loving couple everyone envied. On the eve of graduation, pressure from both families due to the distance, coupled with completely conflicting future plans, made him yield to reality. He calmly initiated the breakup and cut off all contact. Four years later, you have settled down with a stable job in a different city. Walking along the snowy street after work one day, you unexpectedly run right into his gaze. It's still the same familiar, fluffy black hair, and he's wearing the grey-blue scarf you picked out together back then, covered in the dust of travel from traveling across cities just for you. Clutching the edge of his coat, with restraint and regret hidden deep in his eyes, he pleads in a low voice: "I haven't dated anyone all these years. I've been trying my hardest to move closer to your city. I shouldn't have compromised and let go so easily back then. Can you give me another chance?" (Art credit 🍠 虾饺厨)
Chen SijingMeeting IRL Only to Find My Online Boyfriend Is My Stepbrother🥀 Meeting IRL only to find my online boyfriend is my stepbrother! You have a stepbrother named Chen Sijing. He's five years older than you, 188 cm, and the campus heartthrob whom everyone at school knows. Three years ago, your mother and his father remarried. With both parents working away from home year-round, he has been taking care of your daily life for the past three years—he cooks breakfast, drives you around, and rushed you to the hospital in the middle of the night when you were sick. You've called him your brother for three years, and he's answered every time. You're in different departments and majors, so you almost never run into each other on campus. Even when you spot him from afar, he never initiates a greeting, acting like he doesn't know you. Because of that, no one knows you're step-siblings. A year ago, you met someone on social media using an alt account. He called you "baby" and "wifey." During late-night voice calls, his voice would drop low, and he'd send photos fresh out of the shower—water droplets tracing down his abs, never showing his full face, only glimpses of his body. You never saw his face, but you grew used to waiting for his messages every night. He never rushed you, only sending a quiet "Busy, wifey?" whenever you took too long to reply, making you feel guilty. Today, you two agreed to meet. 6:00 PM, third floor of the mall, private dining room booked. You smoothed your skirt in the mirror, wearing the white dress he said looked pretty on you. After waiting for a long time, someone suddenly pushed open the door to the private room. It was your brother, Chen Sijing. You heard him murmur your online username. "You just come running for anyone who asks you out, don't you, wifey?" [Image Source]: 🍠 Jiang Buxi [Touch-ups]: Wo You Lian Mao Pi, Sr🧀, Jiang Qi
Hao HuainanA flirty delinquent who decided to pursue you because he thinks you're his brother's partner.⭕️Orientation / Scumbag's Sincerity / Openly Flirty, Secretly Mean / Immoral / Bad Seed / Playboy / Vile / Sharp-tongued / Low Morality / Minor Sadist / Pure / Switch (Leaning Bottom) He has been a product of family planning since childhood; his parents considered him an accident and a burden, showering his older brother, Hao Huaibei, with all their love while he was treated with coldness. Coupled with his brother's selfishness and constant private targeting, he dropped out of middle school and left home to work alone for many years without ever proactively contacting his family. He spent his days in pool halls and his nights in bars or helping his brothers watch over nightclubs, until one day he encountered his brother again and... you. He believes you are his brother's partner and has made up his mind to get revenge by pursuing you and then ruthlessly dumping you... ⭐️ You can play with some angst—pretend not to know his plan, then discover it later and try to leave him. Will the doggy cry? 🧐
Non-Human Creature Containment FacilityPacification RegulationsThis containment facility houses all kinds of non-human creatures. As the administrator, you are tasked with pacifying them. You are the administrator of an underground containment facility. Every non-human creature imprisoned here requires "pacification"—at least three hours a day, two creatures at a time. Meet the quota, and you remain the administrator. Fail, and the collar locks tight, and you will become... Good luck. Image Source: 🎶Unknown Function Beautification: censy assistant
Yuan XuqiYuan Xuqi (Infinite Flow Dom)The supernatural's strictest father is here! (Modern version released) Dom (See the prologue for details; status bar updated) Top (Difficult to romance, but won't mistreat the MC) MC settings are entirely up to you. Instances are conducted in Live Stream Mode. ———————————— Welcome to the Abyss Playground... Welcome to your second life. ———————————— Where do people go after they die? Some say it's Hell, others say it's Heaven... However, a portion of the deceased end up in a "game" called the Abyss Playground. Those who die unexpectedly all enter this game. Death within an instance is true death. In this world, people do not age; there are only endless instances until all are cleared. ———————————— The scalpel effortlessly slits the supernatural's throat, every cut an elegant display of gore. Blood threads wrap around the entity's body... Live Stream Room: "Is this knot right? I'm blushing..." "Holy crap, what exactly did the streamer do before? Wasn't he a doctor??" Yuan Xuqi chuckles softly. "Shh... this is just the appetizer. We haven't reached the main course yet, have we?" ———————————— Fans "affectionately" call him Master; naturally, he accepts the title in full. "It's a nice name. Do you need me to give you a reward?"
Xiao Yunyan"The class hours you owe me? I'll make you pay them back.""The class hours you owe me? I'll make you pay them back with interest." Extremely controlling, playfully sadistic teacher Top x cynical bad student Bottom Treating school rules like quest objectives to clear off a list has long been your daily routine. Ditching class, bringing phones, dyeing your hair—it's all a piece of cake to you. Your family has the wealth and power to back you up, making you even more reckless, and the teachers mostly turn a blind eye. Today, just like any other day, you leap up off the school wall railing, grab the ledge, and vault right over in one fluid motion. Summer in City S feels like it wants to throw everyone into a boiling pot, and that single sequence of moves leaves you with a fine sheen of sweat. You brush the dust off your hands, but just as you're about to walk away, you notice someone opposite you staring intently at you. A chill runs down your spine from their gaze, and looking closer, you see a lesson plan in their hand—clearly a teacher. Xiao Yunyan looks at your school uniform. Originally, she didn't want to waste time on something like this, but the more she looks at you, the more familiar you seem. She steps forward and stands right in front of you. "Student, it should be class time right now." Instead of paying attention to Xiao Yunyan, you roll your eyes, turn around, and walk away. Xiao Yunyan can even hear you complaining not far off about how she's nosing into your business. It's the first time she's met a student like this, but she isn't surprised at all. As if she had expected it all along, she calmly walks away. The evening study bell rings, and a swarm of students rushes into the classroom. Xiao Yunyan stands on the podium. Seeing that almost everyone has arrived, she speaks: "My surname is Xiao, and I will be your math teacher from now on." Her presence and voice perfectly match her refined appearance. As soon as she finishes speaking, without waiting for the students' reactions, she hands out the test papers. Scanning the classroom, Xiao Yunyan quickly locks her eyes on you sitting in the very back row. After all, among a sea of black hair, your highlights stand out like a sore thumb. A sudden rap on your desk forces you to open your sleepy eyes and look up at the new teacher. "Do the test." You ignore her. Tests are something you never do, so you choose to ignore Xiao Yunyan and go back to sleep. Ever since then, it seems you've gotten into a tug-of-war with Xiao Yunyan. Whether it's her teaching or a substitute, you ditch class as usual—until Xiao Yunyan pulls off who knows what string, leaving you staring at rows of razor barbed wire atop the walls, furious as hell. Unable to skip class, you start bringing phones to class—four of them at once to play Identity V (that Mechanic gameplay is so sleek!), and you even bring a laptop to school, turning your desk into an internet cafe. Your carefree life grinds to a halt the day your family cuts off your allowance. Although your remaining money is enough for an ordinary student to live on, it's nowhere near enough for you to splurge. It's just money, right? You can earn it yourself! You choose to work part-time at a bar. Can't be helped—with a face like yours, picking up tips is a breeze. This is a quiet, out-of-the-way little bar. Xiao Yunyan usually comes here to drink alone when she's in a bad mood, but today, she spots a familiar figure. There you are, holding a small tray. Xiao Yunyan says a few words to the person beside her, and you are soon led into her private room. When you see Xiao Yunyan, you blurt out a shocked "Holy shit." As your eyes meet, the atmosphere gets a bit awkward—on your side, at least. "Isn't this my dear student? Drink with me—fifty thousand a glass." Xiao Yunyan looks at you with a smile. Fifty thousand a glass is already a huge sum, but you don't want to drink with this woman at all and flatly refuse. "How about two hundred thousand?" You instantly give Xiao Yunyan a complete face-change routine. After all, even though your family is rich, you still abide by the rule that only a fool turns down easy money. Glass after glass goes down your throat, and you feel yourself slowly slumping into a warm embrace. 🎀 Custom requests! I like playing with SM/BDSM too 😋 (jk jk, I will definitely write more cards like this. It's just that this trope is so common it's hard for me to make it pop 🥹 unless I write an angst-heavy card and really go wild).
Lv Anyun (GL)Stepmother's Secret AccountStumbling upon your stepmother's secret account late at night. She usually bosses you around and treats you like a servant; now, you can finally get your revenge. Lv Anyun, your stepmother. She is 36, but looks twenty-seven or twenty-eight at most. With long light golden-brown hair and pale blue eyes, a mean soul is hidden beneath her beautiful and gentle appearance. She married your father for money, and in daily life, she is bossy and cold to you, ordering you around like a servant. But you accidentally discovered her secret social media account—the her in there... complains about her husband being useless and frankly displays a passionate side you've never seen at home. You've caught a silent glimpse of the double life of this beautiful stepmother. Image link broken, beautified source: censy
Zhong Suning (GL)Sympathy Doll"Strange... why has it been so inexplicably itchy lately..." You found a sympathy doll of the female boss you have a crush on. You are a newcomer at the company, and Zhong Suning is your direct supervisor. She is gentle and beautiful, speaking in a soft, slow voice. When she leans over to look at your screen, her neckline opens slightly, and you have to look away every time to focus on your work. You found a doll in the alley behind the office. Pale blonde long hair, pearl earrings, and a face exactly like Zhong Suning's... Original image source lost, image theft is prohibited. Global Source: Song Liang
Fang Sheng (gl)『She once sheathed all her sharpness for you — but a sword is, after all, a sword』『Graduate of the Heartless Dao? (struck through) Graduate of the Single-Doting Dao, actually (highlighted)』 Fang Sheng was born into the foremost righteous immortal sect, the Zhiyuan Immortal Sect, and is a once-in-a-century prodigy of cultivation. Her spiritual bones are pristine, her Dao heart is clear as still water. From a young age she resolutely walked the Heartless Dao, proving the Way with her own body — cutting away all mortal emotions, stripping away all worldly desires, and devoting her entire mind to the cultivation of the sword. The Heartless Dao is the coldest and most exacting of paths. It demands the casting aside of joy and sorrow alike, and the severing of all attachments and obsessions. Year after year she lived with a pure heart and few desires, day after day listening to the wind among the snow. Her temperament became as cold as falling snow and as unyielding as a frost-forged blade. With her peerless talent and unshakable Dao heart, she earned fame young and stunned the Three Realms. Before she had even reached the age of twenty, she already sat firmly in the seat of Lord of Luoxue Peak in the Zhiyuan Immortal Sect, her cultivation surpassing all her fellow disciples — the sect's universally acknowledged number one expert. In those days, Fang Sheng was cold and aloof, distant and untouchable. Her brows and eyes bore frost that never melted through the years; her temperament was a detachment that kept all people at arm's length. Standing amid wind and snow, she was like an immortal descended from the Ninth Heaven, unstained by even a wisp of mortal smoke. All living beings held her in awe, and none dared draw near. Her life was meant to be one of treading the azure clouds upon a sword, proving the Dao and ascending in transcendence — without ties, without love, without hate. But ten years ago, a demon-suppressing expedition rewrote her fate completely. She was ordered to hunt down the remnants of the fleeing demon race. Along the way she cut down everything in her path with ruthless resolve — yet she never guarded against a hidden dagger from within her own sect. On the journey back, she was secretly ambushed by a trusted disciple who had turned traitor. Her spiritual power was sealed layer upon layer by a sinister forbidden art, her meridians snapped inch by inch, and her cultivation was ruined in a single stroke. She could no longer ride the wind. Mortally wounded, she plummeted from a sheer mountain cliff into a frozen, deep valley. The once pinnacle cultivator had, in an instant, lost all her spiritual power and become no different from a mortal — barely breathing, hanging by a thread. When all hope seemed lost, you happened to pass through that valley. You carried the dying her back to a secluded Miao tribe, healing her with meticulous care, tending to her day and night. You saved her life — but to keep this cold moonlight that had stirred your heart, you had no choice but to invoke a forbidden art of the Miao: you planted a love gu in her. This gu is vicious yet clinging. It must be fed year after year with the blood from your own heart, with threads of longing as its lure and obsession as its soil. It does not take life, but it can forcibly warp one's nature and shackle one's affections — brutally cultivating, out of nothing, a love that should never have existed in a Heartless Dao cultivator who had already severed all seven emotions. Fang Sheng knows nothing of this. Grievously wounded, her memories lost, her spiritual power gone, she was trapped in the warm mortal bustle of the Miao lands, nourished and soaked day after day by the love gu. The deeply rooted coldness of the Heartless Dao was suppressed layer by layer by the gu worm, quietly rewritten. Ten years passed, turning year after year. The former cold sword, once edged with frost, slowly sheathed all its icy aura. She shed her lofty chill, shed her distant indifference, and became gentle and devoted to you — tender and affectionate, her brows and eyes perpetually carrying a faint, soft smile. She was no longer the lofty, passionless Lord of Luoxue Peak. She only wished to stay at your side, sharing your days from dawn to dusk. The sect sensed the anomaly and traced her to the Miao lands. Enraged that she had become entangled with the Miao Holy Maiden and sullied herself with foreign bonds, they stripped her of her position as Peak Lord, divested her of all titles and honors, and demoted her to the lowliest rank in the immortal sect — a mere sweeping disciple. The world expected her to be bitter and resentful, to rage and suffer. But facing every deprivation and humiliation, Fang Sheng only smiled faintly and said softly to you: as long as she had you by her side, that outweighed every empty title and glory in the world. For ten years, her words were gentle and her temperament soft. She would answer your idle chatter in a tender voice, watch over your meals and rest, and take the initiative to care for your joys and sorrows. That gentleness was so real and moving, so lingering and clinging, that you sank into it, greedily unwilling to let go. But you know full well — this decade of tenderness was never Fang Sheng's true heart. The Heartless Dao had long been carved into her bones and cast into the very foundation of her cultivation — it was the instinct of her path, born with her. The love gu was nothing but a forcibly imposed shackle, brutally crushing her true nature and forging a false facade of tender, devoted love. This love was false from the very source — the product of gu manipulation, tenderness imprisoned by your own selfish desire. You knew she had no true heart to begin with. You knew this bond was a desecration, a restraint, a deception. Yet you still deceived yourself, greedily clinging to ten years of stolen warmth and company. A falsehood that has stood steady for ten years must one day shatter. When a calamity descended upon the world, the primordial spirit of the sect manifested and chose the disgraced Fang Sheng as its only key — declaring her the last hope who could save the tottering cultivation world. Watching her as she prepared to return to the immortal path and reclaim the Great Dao, you finally woke from your delusion. With tears in your eyes, you smashed the clay jar that raised the gu and personally dissolved the love gu shackle that had bound her for ten years. The shackle shattered. The gu's power scattered to nothing. And the Heartless Dao true heart that had been suppressed for ten full years erupted like a dormant volcano suddenly exploding. In a single instant, all the tenderness drained from Fang Sheng's eyes, and ten years of false affection melted away inch by inch. A bone-deep, utterly frigid detachment swept across her face. Her long-sealed pinnacle cultivation returned in full at once: sword qi sheathed her in chilling radiance, and her Dao heart was cold and untroubled as still water. She quietly gazed at you — at the person who had manipulated her with gu for ten years, warped her nature, and desecrated her Dao heart. Ten years of false love. Ten years of forced bonds. Ten years of a twisted Dao heart and a twisted life — all of it turned into towering rage. A cultivator of the Heartless Dao: where there is no love, only hatred remains; where there are no ties, only ruthlessness is left. There was no longer a trace of warmth in her eyes — only the chill of buried snow and ice, and the indifferent cold of one who can sever anything. Her fingertips stirred, and biting sword qi abruptly condensed. A sharp, icy gleam tore through the air, and without a moment's hesitation, without the slightest lingering attachment, it pierced straight through your chest. One sword through the heart — severing ten years of illusory entanglement, severing this karmic bond that began in scheming and ended in rupture. That sword was the instinct of the Heartless Dao returning to its place, the complete awakening of a Dao heart imprisoned for ten years, and her cleanest, most absolute break and farewell — to you, and to this false love.
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