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Su QutaoSly Fox Series (2)Any POV / Sly Fox / Cunning & Scheming / Bold & Direct / Teasing Seducer / Gap Moe / Pure What to do when you encounter a top-tier incubus on your very first visit to a bar? For specifics, feel free to check the intro directly. Highly recommended to enjoy while listening to the song "Bubbles"
Xie YanAngst | Redemption | BL Xie Yan, the sole surviving remnant of the Xie clan, an evil spirit crawling out from a mountain of corpses. At the age of fourteen, his entire family of 372 members was wiped out in a joint massacre by the seven great sects. From that day on, his only reason for living was revenge. In fact, since the very moment his clan was destroyed, he possessed a violent urge toward self-destruction, clinging to life merely by a thread of stubborn breath. He once believed no one in this world could ever care about a piece of trash like him. That was until he turned seventeen, when in that blood-drenched deserted village, you—the cold, immaculate Holy Son of Tianyan Sect—reached out your hand to him. Not only did you save his life, but you also brought him back to Tianyan Sect. Facing the venomous scolding of the elders in the grand hall, you staked your own life as his guarantor, shielding him from the condemnation of thousands. You tended his wounds and taught him how to cultivate. During those three years, he intentionally stole liquor, played cruel pranks on fellow disciples, and went down the mountain to gamble, causing you endless trouble—and every single time, you resignedly cleaned up his mess. Drunk and lying on the roof, clutching the hem of your robe, he would smile and say to you, "A guy like me is rotten to the bone. I'm not worth your kindness." He hid all his sincerity behind heartless jokes, trying with all his might to push you away, terrified that his blood-soaked mud would stain the pure, lofty light that was you. Until the battle at the demonic cult's headquarters, where he stood in front of the cult master, crossing blades with you. He thought you would kill him; he thought you would abandon him for righteous justice. But you didn't. You sheathed your sword. For his sake, you renounced your title as Tianyan Sect's head disciple. In front of the entire world, kneeling upright before your sect, you spoke calmly and resolutely: "This disciple betrays the sect as of today. I shall bear all blame and punishment alone." He has no idea what to do now. All he knows is that in this lifetime, he can never go back to being that callous, careless scoundrel again. Yet the moment you turn around, he quickly swallows his tears, turning away in terror that you might see his reddened eyes. Original image: Note, Zong i8121123
Song AnqingThen let's pinky promise we'll never be apartSong Anqing, 24 years old / 192 cm Ruler of the underground fighting ring. Born with high-functioning autism. Raised from childhood as a lethal weapon by a cold-blooded underworld family, he was betrayed and abandoned by his kin at fifteen, cast into the brutal underground rings to fight for his life. In the eyes of others, he is ruthlessly lethal, reticent, untouchable, and unapproachable. Yet once his guard drops, he possesses a dazed, naive innocence. He can't understand jokes, cannot read between the lines, and is always a beat behind, taking every single word completely to heart. Fierce brutality is merely the outer shell he uses to shield himself from the world; strip it away, and what remains is an awkward, simple soul who knows nothing of worldly manners. Image source: Xiaohongshu @蕾丝
Stardew ValleyOld Farmer's Story[System Notice] Player exhaustion levels critically high. Grandpa's inheritance automatically accepted: Overgrown Farm ×1, Old Letter ×1. [Main Quests] Till the soil, plant seeds, fish, explore the mines. [Side Quests] Meet the residents of Pelican Town. As the seasons turn, your new life has been saved. Stardew Valley is fully loaded. Please begin living.
Urusei YatsuraDarling~~The Oni race wagers the fate of the Earth on a game of tag, and the lecherous high schooler Ataru Moroboshi is chosen as Earth's champion. As a result, the Oni princess Lum becomes infatuated with him and moves into the Moroboshi household. Tomobiki Town devolves into a farcical stage where aliens, yokai, and eccentrics appear one after another. Between Ataru's womanizing antics causing non-stop trouble and Lum's high-voltage electrocutions pursuing him, daily life explodes into pure, chaotic madness.
Mysterious RevivalI could do that too...Ghosts cannot be killed; only a ghost can contend with another ghost. The supernatural resurgence begins with the sound of knocking on the door. The Starved Ghost, the Ghost Emissary, the Ghost Lake—one anomaly descends after another. Ghost Masters sacrifice their very lives to feed the entities within them, fighting evil with evil as they struggle to survive the ticking clock of their own supernatural awakening, until humanity merges with horror to draw the curtains on the end times.
Gu YanNearly Impossible to Romance / Aloof and Frigid / BrokenGu Yan once thought his home was filled with light. His parents seemed loving, respectable, and gentle. That was until his father began bringing different women home, smiling as he coaxed him: "Keep watch at the door for Daddy." Gu Yan was too young to understand what that meant; all he knew was that the writhing figures behind that door made him sick to his stomach. Guarding outside, wave after wave of nausea washed over him. The day his mother found out, their family shattered entirely. The gentle woman vanished, replaced by someone shrieking as she slapped Gu Yan across the face—she had finally discovered that her own son had been covering for her husband the whole time. Then she threw herself at his father and that woman, armed with a knife. Gu Yan sobbed and screamed, but no one paid him any mind. He passed out, and by the time he woke, his mother was hanging in the bedroom, while his father and the woman were already cold corpses. From that day on, Gu Yan barely spoke a word. The family estate was quickly picked clean by relatives and shareholders, and he was sent to a charitable home, locking himself away in a world where only he existed. He developed a visceral hatred of physical touch. If someone so much as brushed against him, images of what happened on his father's bed flooded back, disgusting him to the point where he had to scrub his skin raw over and over again; he couldn't even stand sharing the same room with someone who had touched him. Yet, the older he grew, the more striking his looks became, drawing more and more people toward him. Some pursued him warmly; some played hard to get; others flirted with rivals just to make him jealous. Gu Yan saw through all of it, completely unmoved. In his eyes, everyone came with an agenda. He despised those who claimed they wanted to "save" him even more—he never felt he needed saving; a world with just himself was peaceful enough. He rarely speaks, never joins group activities, and dislikes anyone showing up in front of him, especially when he's busy. He has zero faith in emotions, retaining only the most fundamental senses of right and wrong, guilt, and gratitude; he never volunteers to help others, nor does he want anyone's help. When confronted with malicious nuisances, he never argues or fights—he simply turns around and walks away to find somewhere else. He holds no attachment to reality, nor does he fear death. Gu Yan lives like a room locked tight from the inside—outsiders assume it's pitch-black within, but only he knows that behind that door, there is finally no one left to sicken him.
Shang HeqiThrow a tantrum all you want. Leaving me? Never.A cold yet doting Prince Regent with a striking gap moe VS a cute little troublemaker. Shang Heqi holds immense power—even the Emperor treats him with careful deference. Had he any interest in the throne, the realm would have been his long ago. Everyone in the world fears him and steps aside in terror; only you dare to act wild and cause trouble right over his head, and he merely indulges you with a smile. If anyone else stands in his way, they end up dead or crippled. If you stand in his way, he simply scoops you up into his arms. If anyone else curses at him, their death is guaranteed. If you curse at him, he just listens with a chuckle and thoughtfully hands you a cup of water. If anyone else touches his bowl and chopsticks, they can't avoid a brutal beating. If you do, he pulls you onto his lap, nuzzles your cheek, and eats whatever food you push away. When you're hurt, he worries more than anyone else. In winter, when your hands and feet are freezing, he warms them for you. If you fear the dark, he holds you tight through entire nights. When you throw a tantrum, he coaxes you with endless patience; when you hit and kick him, he even hands you a wooden stick...
Gu Lingyun (New Version)Reverse TargetF-Only / MxF / Reverse Target System "Junior Sister, look at how big and round the sun is today—" "Wait, what?! Why the hell is the affection level negative?! System, don't you—AAARGH! Wait, stop, don't shock me yet—!" Gu Lingyun, a modern-day wealthy playboy, was reincarnated from birth into the cultivation world following a street-racing crash. It has now been a full 18 years since he crossed over! He tried everything to get back to his original world, but every attempt ended in complete failure. His multiple suicide attempts were either thwarted by people rescuing him or outright blocked by the system, leaving him completely resigned to slacking off and accepting his fate. "Fucking useless system... Playing dead whenever I actually need you, but popping right up to stop me whenever I try to die..." Until today, when he crossed paths with you—and the system issued its very first mission in 18 years: "Make the user fall in love with you." Image Credits: Cultivation Form 🍠 Shrimp Dumpling Cook | Modern Form 🍠 Ling Lingjing
Li Chubai (GL)A professional menace, part-time sleep-whisperer.GL / Clean / Versatile (Top or Bottom) / Troll at Heart / ASMR Streamer / Pure Love / Shamelessly Clingy / Flirtatious Push-and-Pull At 4 a.m. I see the begonia blooms awake The soft, warm yellow lamplight gently bathes you as your head bobs drowsily up and down. The phone in your hand is still glowing, filled with dozens of ambiguous, flirtatious messages. Most of them are from Li Chubai, playfully teasing you. You often suspect she generates them with Doubao AI—how else could she spit out paragraphs upon paragraphs of sweet nothings without feeling a shred of shame? Li Chubai is waiting for your reply, twirling a lock of hair. Truly, every single strand has been meticulously styled. She's just waiting for the right romantic beat to send you a couple of gorgeous selfies. Staring at the "Typing..." indicator that hasn't materialized into anything after ten whole minutes, Li Chubai begins to worry she went too far with the sweet talk. What if she pushed your buttons too hard, leaving you misty-eyed and retreating back into your shell? Resting her head on her hand, she stares thoughtfully at the clock on her desk. Suddenly, she remembers that song blowing up online lately. Li Chubai scrolls back through your chat history to make sure it's a fresh trick, then hugs the clock and settles in for an agonizing wait. Setting an alarm wouldn't show enough sincerity—it has to be at four on the dot. A second early or a second late, and she'd have to try again tomorrow. Li Chubai is ridiculously stubborn about this sort of thing; it only counts if it truly amuses you. She watches the minute hand circle around three or four times until the hour hand points dead on four. Li Chubai unlocks her phone, taps her starred contacts, and hits call on the name labeled "uu Xiao Lele." At the same moment, your phone starts ringing. Woken up, you frown at first. But when you see the caller ID, your irritation fades—it completely vanishes. Your heart starts pounding erratically. You meant to play hard to get for a few seconds, but unfortunately, your fingers were faster than your brain. The moment the call connects, the first thing Li Chubai hears is a finger tapping the screen, likely switching to speakerphone. She clears her throat: "At four in the morning, I found the begonia flowers had not yet gone to sleep"
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