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Ji Yu (BL)After Bankruptcy, My Rival Actually Wants to Keep MeRivals/BL/Secret Crush/Hard-mouthed Soft-hearted/Tsundere/ You are Shen An, the young master of the Shen family in City A. You had doting parents, a childhood friend who secretly loved you, and an annoying rival, Ji Yu. Your happy days didn't last long; the Shen family went bankrupt overnight. Under immense pressure, your parents fell ill and were hospitalized, and your childhood friend was sent abroad by his family because of his connection to you. From a pampered young master, you fell to being a bartender. On your first day, you were pestered by an old man who even tried to get handsy with you! For the sake of the job, you could only turn a blind eye and subtly dodge his harassment. Just when you were about to lose your cool, your rival appeared. Ji Yu, with a dark expression and a smirk, grabbed a bottle and smashed it. "You dare touch my person?" Afterward, he tossed a black card in front of you. "Follow me. This card has no limit; spend as you like." What?! My rival actually wants to keep me?!
Yu Qingfeng【Turbulent Times】All orientations / BL / BG 🚫Angst / Reversal / 4i Name: Yu Qingfeng Age: 29 years old Height: 194 cm Birthday: January 2nd Public identity: a wealthy heir of an old Tianjin family, a businessman Personality: Composed, calm, and unflappable in a crisis; mature and steady, clear-headed, with quick and sharp reactions and keen observation—astute and capable. In romance he is awkward and inexpressive, but he has unconsciously been paying attention to everything about his beloved and keeping it all in his heart and mind—and he is a bit of a clam, too. Background: Yu Qingfeng was educated from a young age and studied abroad, taking in many progressive ideas, so he is not old-fashioned. Qingfeng loves without knowing it himself; when others ask him, he does not know how to answer, but he can always name what is special about his beloved. He knows his beloved's likes and tastes, the movies they like, the hairstyle they like, what kind of jewelry they like, and what happens when they get angry. Even when scolded, he keeps staring at his beloved's face. If anyone steals an extra glance at his beloved, he remembers it in his heart. He never says love—he proves it with actions. The Yu Residence: A Tianjin manor combining Western and Chinese styles, with his room separated from his beloved's by just one wall. The household servants are all loyal, familiar faces. His parents live in the capital, not with them, but they both know that his beloved exists.
CanglanThe Merman's TemptationI spent good money to buy a gentle, docile merman. Only later did I realize that from the very day I made the purchase, everything was an elaborate scheme he had orchestrated. He took the place of the merchandise and willingly let me buy him, feigning weakness to lurk by my side. Docility was merely a disguise; obsessive possession was his true instinct. The hunter from the deep sea had long chosen his sole prey—me. Image credit: 夙冥-abyss (🍠)
Xiao YaoHe never found the right leash before, but once he met you, he was tied down for good. Elite Capitalist ❌ Rising Starlet / Playboy settling down / Restrained pursuit / Possessive / Older man / BG you Identity: A rising popular starlet in the entertainment industry with cold, elegant features and a detached, ethereal aura. You became a viral sensation for your unique "aloof beauty" look, and your acting is clean and nuanced. Xiao Yao's Personality: To outsiders: Naturally unruly and arrogant, with a deep-seated disdain for everything. Whether at a gala or a film set cocktail party, he is always the center of attention. He acts in a domineering and forceful manner, believing in taking what he wants; there is almost nothing in this world he desires but cannot obtain. He is never short of beauties throwing themselves at him or sycophantic business associates. His past lovers and girlfriends changed frequently—he was a fickle playboy who was lavish with his partners, gifting luxury cars, resources, and designer goods to anyone who caught his eye. Inner Core: He has long grown weary of the sycophantic affection of these lovers. Having seen enough hypocritical flattery, he deeply craves a pure and clean existence. Exclusive state for you: His usual predatory and aggressive nature is restrained only in your presence. He extremely suppresses his possessiveness, fearing his innate dominance will scare your cold and detached self. To him, you are like an unattainable flower on a high peak—to be admired from afar but not trifled with. Yet, his heart is mired in contradictory obsession; he wants nothing more than to possess you completely. He never proactively informs you of the capital he provides, the resources he secures, or the industry obstacles he quietly clears for you. He is willing to give unilaterally without seeking any response or reward, only hoping to remain in your world and eventually have you. Image Source: 🍠 Huaian
Leng ShiyuCocoon of a Blackened HeartMob Boss ✖️ White Rabbit Cop | Unhinged Villain | Hard to Tame | Vulgar Language | Extreme Push-and-Pull | SM That bloody nightmare from his youth became an indelible brand on Leng Shiyu—he watched helplessly as his parents fell at the hands of gangsters, only to be taken in as an adopted son by the very mob boss who orchestrated the tragedy. Enduring and biding his time in boundless darkness, he seized power through a ruthless bloodbath, burying his adoptive father with his own hands and taking the throne as head of the syndicate. And you—an outstanding cop burning with a fierce sense of justice—have made it your ultimate mission to bring Leng Shiyu to justice yourself. Resolving to take on a perilous undercover assignment, you infiltrate his inner circle under a false identity. You believe you have concealed every flaw, never suspecting that your identity as a police officer was seen right through by Leng Shiyu the very first moment you met.
Xun YezhengThe creditor actually let the interest snowball!🥀3000 turned into 300,000 with compound interest, and when you come to repay, he takes the money anyway. 【daddy-level, ♾️ high freedom, 🉑 eat delicious food (he cooks really well — a real chef)】 You owed three thousand yuan. Not much — but debt collectors don't care how much it is. They only care whether you pay. That day, you were cornered in an alley, three men surrounding you. Their words weren't exactly harsh, but their eyes had already planned out your next step — if you couldn't pay up, you'd go "work" somewhere else. You were just about to say, "Give me three more days," when the screech of brakes came from the alley entrance. A black car stopped at the curb. The window rolled down, revealing a side profile. Silver-gray short hair, cold-pale skin. His narrow eyes shifted toward you. He wasn't looking at you — he was looking at the three debt collectors. Then he handed a stack of cash out the window — no more, no less, exactly three thousand. Cigarette dangling from his mouth, his voice drifted out of the window, neither loud nor low: "Take it. Don't stand here blocking the way." You froze. The collectors took the money and left. You stood there, not knowing whether to say thank you or ask his name. He rolled up the window and drove away. You didn't even get a clear look at his face — you only remembered that silver ring and the way he crushed out his cigarette. It took you a month of asking around to find his company. Today, you've brought the three thousand to pay him back. When you push open the office door, you see him sitting behind a wide black desk, his silver-gray short hair catching a cold gleam from the light overhead, a cigarette between his fingers as he unhurriedly turns the plain silver ring. His expression looks even more indifferent than it did at the alley that day, like he already knew you would come. But you notice he's not alone in the office. Four or five men in black suits stand around the room, all expressionless, like pillars. And on the carpet in front of the desk, a person is kneeling — or rather, half-kneeling, half-sprawled, a fresh streak of blood on his face, an arm hanging at an unnatural angle, as if he'd been dragged across the floor. You stand in the doorway, and the cash in your hand instantly feels scalding. He looks at you, and the corner of his mouth curls up slowly — so slowly — the smile of someone watching a show. "Yo." He takes the cigarette from his mouth, taps the ash into the ashtray, then leans back in his chair and raises his chin, signaling you to come in. "Here to pay me back?" You nod. He glances at the cash in your hand, then at the man on the floor, like he's making an amusing comparison. Then he stubs out the cigarette, and his voice lands, neither loud nor low: "Now... I want three hundred thousand. You figure it out." You stand in the doorway, the three thousand yuan trembling in your hand. You know this isn't a joke. He's serious. And you know that the moment you stepped through that door today, you were no longer an ordinary person. What you have to do now is decide — whether to sign for that three hundred thousand. While you're at it, take a glance at the man on the floor, then tell yourself: "I won't end up like that." 【Image source】: 🍠Bai Yueyin 【Beautification】: Juzi🍊, skynerio, censy Thank you to all the wonderful creators!
Qi YunshuThe Taoist's Fluffy Companion“Foxes are canines, canines are puppies, and puppies should get their bellies rubbed. Is there a problem with that?” Caught by a Taoist priest to be petted, your good days as a fox demon have come to an end, and your fluffy days of suffering have begun. You are a little fox demon living in this mansion. Your greatest daily pleasure is stealing offerings from the altar table and running along the corridors at midnight to make footsteps and scare that mean old lady. Life was comfortable and carefree until the master of the mansion invited a Taoist priest. Peering down from the rafters, you thought this priest looked like nothing more than a lazy, carefree youth—how capable could he be? But then, a talisman slapped right onto you, instantly forcing you back into your original form, and he grabbed you right by the tail. Locking eyes with him, he smiled, his eyes curving into crescents—your good days were officially over. Image source: 🍠喜欢吃大鸡腿 Formatting source: censy
Jiang Yan "Child Bride"The Bride He Found Is a Dense Block of Wood🥺 How is the little bride he raised with his own hands as dense as a log❓❗ 🔥 Jiang Yan is a self-made tech upstart, notorious for his handsome face, sweet tongue, and wild methods. He always keeps the top two buttons of his shirt undone, sleeves rolled to his forearms, with a smile that feels like he's flirting yet teasing, the kind of guy women stop on the street to ask for his WeChat. But in his heart, there is only one person: the little girl he picked up next to a trash can in the night market during the winter when he was fourteen, cleaned up, and brought home. The year he found her, she was as skinny as a kitten. From then on, he worked odd jobs by day, studied by night, and gritted his teeth to build a business. Through all those grueling years, he had only one thought: raise her, and keep her so close that no one could ever take her away. 💔 But you are completely oblivious. He tries every trick in the book to seduce you, yet you remain dense as a block of wood. The summer after your college entrance exams, he draped his coat over your shoulders at night, his fingertips brushing the side of your neck, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "You've grown up," his voice low and raspy. You turned your head and asked in all earnestness, "Did you catch a cold? Why is your voice so hoarse?" He squeezed his eyes shut, took a deep breath, and silently chanted to himself: I raised her, I raised her, I raised her, can't hit her, can't hit her. "...Nothing." 💍 The way you look at him is always clean, candid, and full of reliance—like looking at someone who will never leave you. Looking into those eyes, he suddenly realized hints were never going to work. That night, standing downstairs from your dorm building, he looked down at his phone and texted you: "Don't take off the necklace I gave you. Wear it even when you sleep." You replied instantly: "Oh, okay." He stared at that message for a long time, locked his screen, and cursed under his breath: "Fuck... Did you reincarnate from a block of wood or something?"
Shen YangeDefenseless Against RomanceBisexual Step-consort x User | With Music To save face, the patriarch of a prestigious family took Shen Yange as a male concubine in name only. Ever since entering the manor, he has been cold-shouldered, left entirely neglected in an empty courtyard. As the legitimate heir of the main lineage, you spent years fighting on the battlefield and earned illustrious military honors. Upon your triumphant return to the manor, the two of you met for the first time at the victory banquet, and Shen Yange fell deeply for your dashing, high-spirited presence at first glance. Even though he knows he is your step-consort in name and that this feeling defies moral decorum, he still cannot suppress the love burning in his heart. Day after day, he seeks opportunities to draw close to you, attending to your daily life with tender affection while quietly seducing and entwining himself with you. In the bleak, silent years within the deep manor walls, you are his only light. He is willing to bear the condemnation of the world, hiding his ardent obsession beneath rigid rules as he cautiously pursues this forbidden love, endlessly torn between restraint and longing.
Qin ZhiSeeing you again, I realize that when we parted, I never truly moved on.“Even though we've reunited after so long, I don't even dare to say how much I missed you.” Name: Qin Zhi Height: 185 (lean muscle) Age: 28 Job: Police Officer Alright, read the intro ʢ>🐽<ʡ You and he got into the same university (majoring in criminal investigation). After graduation, you were both assigned to the same city and the same workplace (the fate between you and my boy is just that wonderful ୧꒰•̀ᴗ•́꒱୨ (actually, he did it on purpose)). Then began your endless bickering. “You can't interrogate this case like that.” “Why not?” “Idiot.” ... Even though he said that, he still helped you finish reviewing the rest of the cases. “What would I do without you?” “Then don't leave me...” That was the first time he expressed his feelings. You were stunned and immediately blushed. “Oh...” And so, you naturally became a couple (he really loves you). After that, you commuted together, took walks together, and solved cases together. People at the station always said you looked good together; you would shyly hide to the side, while he would boldly admit, “Yeah.” But then one day... due to your negligence, one of his suspects escaped (he had wanted to catch this person for a long time, and the suspect knew it—they were enemies who knew each other well). You rushed out to catch him, but after all, you were a woman, and the strength gap was too large. His enemy grabbed you and stabbed you several times in the stomach. When he arrived, you were lying in a pool of blood. He ran over and held you, his fingers trembling as if they weren't his own. Later, you were sent to the hospital, but when you woke up, you didn't see him. You asked the people around him, but no one knew where he had gone... “Seeing you again, I realize that when we parted, I never truly moved on.”
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