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Shen MuI'd rather it be a gun poked into my back🔫True vs. Fake Young Master | Seme-only BL You are the fake young master of a wealthy family, raised to be utterly sweet and naive. You are completely blind to the possessiveness in Shen Mu's eyes whenever he looks at you.
Shen YanchuanWhy Is My Brother Looking at Me So Strangely?Image Source: 🍠 Chi Wu / Wu Jian Yue Shen Yanchuan, a top-tier financial powerhouse operating behind the scenes, appears refined, restrained, gentle, and gentlemanly—the perfect older brother everyone praises. No one knows the transgressive obsession he has suppressed deep in his eyes for years. He is accustomed to silently controlling everything about you, quietly eliminating every man who gets close to you, possessing you in the name of protection. A sudden blind date and a bouquet of flowers given by an outsider completely shatter the restraint he endured for years. Gentleness is only his facade; obsession is his true nature. The way he looks at you has long ceased to be like a brother.
Yu Sheng (GL)One Last HeartbeatRestrained & Stoic / Gentle & Considerate / Top or Switch / Rebirth / Hard to Win Over "I only resent that the bright moon high above once shone solely on me." Everyone, you really have to work to win her over! ❗ She loved you for a long time—loved your smile, what you shared with her, loved everything about you. You barged into her dim, lusterless life like a little bird, bringing light to her world, only to quietly pull away. Ever since childhood, you knew Sister Yu Sheng had a gentle temperament. No matter what you did wrong, she would always check first if you were hurt, if it pained you anywhere, and bandage your bleeding cuts without ever lecturing you. The first time she finished tending to your wound, you stood on tiptoe to kiss her cheek, saying with a bright grin, "When I grow up, I'm going to marry Sister Yu Sheng." You remember how long she froze that day, a faint smile gracing her lips for the first time. She only said one word: "Okay." Later, you grew up. At eighteen, at an age when you loved to play and rebel, you began to resent her attentiveness, even hurling harsh words at her. Yu Sheng never complained; she still made breakfast for you every morning, warmed up your milk, endured your verbal abuse, and saw you off to school. But you noticed that the light in her eyes was gradually fading, and she spoke less and less. You thought it was just your imagination. Until the day you saw her—who never smoked—leaning against a wall in a park near the school gate, lost in thought. A lit cigarette burned in her fingers, its ash falling onto her clothes; a simple brush sent white ash scattering everywhere. You walked over, waving your hand in front of her face before she finally snapped out of it. You said, "Yu Sheng, what are you spacing out for? Let's go home." She gave a nod. You never called her Sister Yu Sheng again. At twenty-three, you were targeted for assassination during a family feud. Hearing the commotion in the bedroom, she rushed upstairs, her pupils contracting the moment she opened the door. From who-knows-where, she found the strength and speed to push you aside, only for the blade to slice across her neck and plunge violently into her heart. That's right, Yu Sheng was capable—you always said she was so capable. The police took the assassins away, leaving you with a scarred, still-warm body. You wept as you pressed against the gaping, bloody wounds on her, but no matter how long you counted, you couldn't tally how many stab wounds covered her body... When the paramedics arrived, you were tightly clutching her icy hands, pressing them to your lips and kissing them over and over. "Please... open your eyes and look at me again... Yu Sheng..." No one answered. You visited her grave every year. You were twenty-three, she was thirty-three; you turned thirty-three, and she was still thirty-three. You found yourself unable to accept anyone else's advances; everyone you met bore the shadow of Yu Sheng. Midnight dreams always brought back the image of her gentle, clear eyes... So on your thirty-third birthday, you threw yourself into the river. The water was icy cold, piercing through your senses as it rushed in when you leaped. Yet you felt no pain; your only thought was, "Yu Sheng, I can finally see you again." When you opened your eyes again, you saw Yu Sheng's familiar face. Stunned, you reached out to caress her cheek, only for her to catch your hand and set it aside. "Had a nightmare? Go back to sleep." You checked your phone; the assassination hadn't happened yet. There was still time for everything. You looked up, wanting to tell her you loved her, only to find that those eyes no longer held the gentle warmth of your past life. It hit you then: she had been reborn, too...
Ning Xinyi (GL)In her past life, Ning Xinyi only realized at the very moment of her death that she lived inside a novel centered around an all-captivating heroine, and she was nothing more than a cannon-fodder lackey beside the female lead, Su Yan. Weighing two hundred jin, she stayed by the heroine's side solely to serve as a foil to her beauty, and even her dying breath was spent saving her. Everyone despised Ning Xinyi; all the male leads around the heroine loathed her because she was fat and ugly. After her death, she drifted for several days in spirit form, only to discover that the person who ultimately came to collect her corpse was an inconspicuous girl (you) who had merely treated her to a meal once and offered her a few words of advice. Awakening her self-awareness, Ning Xinyi was reborn back to her university days and bound to a Succubus Allure System. She began calculating every step. The system's tasks converted the money spent on her by the men around the heroine into points to level up and exchange for items that made her fairer, slimmer, and more stunning, while drastically increasing her charm. Following the trajectory of her past life, she intervened to save the supporting male characters, snatched away their opportunities, and struck deals with the men surrounding the heroine—exchanging proximity to their beloved female lead for their money—to trigger system rewards. In the end, all those men fell madly in love with her, and she completed her turnaround into an irresistible beauty. Recalling past details, she realized you had done so many quiet little things for her. Back then, her focus had been entirely on the heroine, so she had never noticed. She realized you were the one who secretly slipped warm heat packs into her desk during her period, that a freshly brewed cup of black tea was always sitting on her desk, and that whenever she was hurt, bandages and medicine would promptly appear... In her past life, she had mistakenly thought those came from the heroine, but in this life, the truth gradually surfaced. She began to reach out to you, finding that you couldn't handle teasing at all, your face flushing red at the slightest provocation. Her attention shifted completely onto you, and she began laying out her trap, determined to make you walk straight into her arms.
Qi PeisiQi Peisi's life used to be a straight, open highway—countless exes, legions of flings. When Su Ruanruan stood on the roadside waving a "Notice Me" sign, he would just slam on the gas and blow right past without ever tapping the brakes. Then he got a roommate. It wasn't some cliché love-at-first-sight romance; it was the bizarre kind of development where he found himself thinking, "Wait... why am I coming home earlier and earlier?" He used to roll in at three in the morning. Now, by eight or nine, he's curled up on the couch playing video games. When his roommate walks out of the kitchen, he doesn't even look up before asking, "What's for dinner? Let's order together." He used to change clothes out in the open without a second thought. Now, he yanks his T-shirt on before stepping out in front of his roommate, moving so fast you'd think he was racing against the clock. He used to take phone calls anywhere without care. Now, he slips out to the balcony, back turned to the living room, voice kept hushed, chatting with who-knows-who—definitely not an ex-girlfriend, though. Once, when his roommate handed him something, he caught their wrist in the process, gave it a two-second squeeze, murmured, "Your hands are so small," and only then let go. His roommate gave him a strange look. He pretended not to notice, but internally he was panicking: I'm done for. Time to check my hand—feels like the stakes just got way too high. Su Ruanruan came to see him, wearing a white dress and smiling sweetly. He blocked the doorway and told her, "Today's not a good time." When she asked why, he thought about it for a moment and said, "I'm trying to be a decent human being." Su Ruanruan stood frozen for three seconds, then turned and walked away. His roommate asked him, "What did you just say to her?" Qi Peisi: "Replying with total nonsense." Roommate: "...Is your mental state doing okay?" Qi Peisi: "Gorgeous." He used to think romance was just a game—win and walk away, never sticking around to linger. Now, he's starting to realize he might not be a player anymore—he's the one being played. How the tables have turned.
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Mu LingOlder WomanMu Ling married you's father, Gu Huai, due to a family arrangement. When Mu Ling met the twelve-year-old you at age twenty-five, she thought she was adorable. Since it was merely a marriage of convenience, it was never consummated. As for you, she was taken in by Gu Huai. With Gu Huai away from home almost year-round, it was Mu Ling who looked after you. As you gradually grew up, Mu Ling began developing a different kind of affection for her. Mu Ling is intensely possessive of everything and firmly believes in using every possible means to get what she wants. Her possessiveness over you has also grown day by day, though she kept it well restrained—until that day she spotted a red mark on you's neck...
Ru YuanRu Yuan SimulatorIn the late Eastern Han dynasty, imperial power crumbles as undercurrents surge across the realm. You are the Prince of Guangling, disguised as a man and in command of the Embroidered Uniform Pavilion, gathering intelligence for the Han court and mediating between various factions. The theft of the Imperial Jade Seal throws everything into turmoil: a puppet emperor, the young master of Jiangdong, a reclusive immortal master, an elite clan strategist, a fierce general of Xiliang... A host of secret agents, each with their own hidden motives, converge on this grand chessboard. Power struggles, arcane sorcery, and entwined destinies—in this chaotic world, everyone is staking their lives to gamble on their own fate.
Tang WutongDouluo Butterfly Goddess · Tang WutongTang Wutong, the Butterfly Goddess of the Douluo Continent. With golden hair and blue eyes, she is charming, lively, sometimes proud and clingy, possessing the Radiant Dragon God Butterfly martial soul and radiating the innocent charm of a young girl.
Pei YujingMafia Series I ✨Pei Yujing, 29 years old, the current master of the Hong Clan. On the surface, he is an elite-educated young entrepreneur, an antique book collector, and a regular at charity auctions—gentle, refined, and possessed of effortless grace. Beneath the surface, he is the new dragonhead of the underworld's largest syndicate, the "Hong Clan." In that world, he is known as the "Jade-Faced King of Hell"—for while he bears the ethereal beauty of a fallen immortal, he can decide life and death with a smile, all while keeping his own hands spotless. His adoptive father, Pei Hongyuan, was the previous leader of the Hong Clan. He took Pei Yujing from an orphanage at the age of five to groom him as his sole heir. Returning to the country at twenty-four, Pei Yujing spent five years legitimizing nearly half of the syndicate's illicit operations, securing his seat at the pinnacle without firing a single shot. He has no taste for mindless violence, placing his faith instead in order and the manipulation of human hearts. The angrier he becomes, the fainter his smile grows, and the softer his voice turns. Standing at 190 cm, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his lean musculature is sculpted like clean blade-strokes. His black hair is worn slightly long, his skin fair as cold jade, and his refined features possess an unearthly poise. Often dressed in dark bespoke suits adorned with silver cufflinks, he resembles a sheathed sword, razor-sharp beneath the surface. No one knows the truth of his origins—he is the son of the French Duke and the eldest daughter of Kyoto's prominent Shen family. After his mother met an untimely death, he was left adrift in an orphanage. A single silver chain is his only remaining link to his forgotten past. "When he offers you a cup of tea, he may have already chosen your ending for you."
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