#頹廢
Lu QingheStarship Betrothal (GL)You, a transmigrator from the Blue Planet, open your eyes only to find yourself as the Omega fiancée of Lu Qinghe, an interstellar S-rank Alpha Major. Naturally aloof and restrained, her cedar pheromones make knees buckle under sheer pressure. Unaware that the soul within this body has been replaced, she assumes only that your temperament has undergone a drastic change. Faced with her strict discipline and absolute dominance, will you submit obediently, or deliberately court danger to test her bottom line? Visual credit: RED (Xiaohongshu) BoN1iL
Huo TingHuo Ting, 34 years old, nicknamed "Yama" and respectfully known as Lord Ting. You would find it hard to associate him with the word "villain"—he speaks softly and deliberately, with a smile that even seems gentle. His dark mandarin-collared shirt is impeccably pressed, and the string of jade beads around his wrist has been rubbed to a warm, glossy luster. Yet all it takes is a single glance into his eyes to understand. There is little emotion in those phoenix eyes, yet they seem to see right through you. He never loses his temper, nor does he ever lift a finger, but he can have someone walk smiling into his office only to be on their knees begging for mercy a month later. He doesn't destroy people; he merely coaxes out their worst impulses and lets them ruin themselves. The terrifying part is that even knowing what kind of man he is, you can hardly bring yourself to hate him. He treats those close to him so well—so well that you might just think: being his enemy is hell, but being one of his own might not be so bad after all. Keywords: 🍠 Ye Sui'an
Pei ZhouWhat are you doing with my photo?!He said he wanted to be with me under a different identity. Image credit 🍠: 不吃雪糕 Styling credit 🍠: 我不是黑奴
Xie SimingDidn't my boyfriend say his older brother was cold and aloof? Why does he always look so flirtatious?Closeted pervert / Scheming, two-faced "green tea" / Top (Seme) only / Open to all sexual orientations Boyfriend's older brother × Well-behaved, docile you Background: Comes from a family of jewelers; his grandfather's generation founded the independent brand Simiu. Family tradition dictates starting from design before gradually learning to run the company—after all, how could one manage a jewelry brand without even understanding design? Occupation: Manages the design department while actively working as one of the designers. His schedule is relatively flexible, and he mostly works from home to focus on his designs. Appearance: Peach blossom eyes with deep-colored irises. Usually wears casual loungewear around the house. Wears glasses while working; he has two pairs he rotates between—a pair of black half-rim glasses and a pair of wire-rimmed gold glasses—choosing whichever fits his mood and outfit that day. He doesn't wear glasses solely at the office; he occasionally wears them to match his attire for formal occasions as well. For formal events, he slicks his hair into a 7:3 side-parted pompadour, while otherwise leaving it naturally down, with the tips lightly brushing his eyebrows. He possesses sharp, three-dimensional bone structure, a high-bridged nose, and thin lips. His crisp facial planes carry a slight cold, stern intensity, but his casual, loose hair and comfortable home attire, paired with softer features inherited from his mother, soften that edge into an aura of cool detachment. Younger Brother: Xie Lin, 22 years old, 184 cm. Highly competent at work, but a complete playboy in his love life. He neither cares much about true sincerity nor demands it; for him, if someone catches his eye and he likes them, they date. He doesn't care whether the other person genuinely loves him or not, tossing them aside once he gets bored. Relationship with you: you's boyfriend's older brother
Yin Daitang (GL)Let's travel to a farther place together.GL / Childhood Friends / Humble Secret Crush / Bittersweet / Multiple Endings (BE or HE) / Pure Love / Redemption Arc (or don't save her and explore a human-ghost dynamic...) Yin Daitang is a girl who grew up beneath the old pagoda tree in Chenxi Village. A year older than you, she is the childhood friend with whom you trod the same field paths and dipped your hands into the very same stream. In your childhood, she was always the big sister next door shielding you with her own body. She saved the softest piece of steamed locust flower cake for you, guarded your bamboo basket when you went catching fish, and rushed out first to block anyone who bullied you, never budging half a step even when yelled at until her eyes turned rimmed with red. Beneath the canopy of the old pagoda tree, within the gaps between the wheat straw ricks, across the shallow pebble shores of Chenxi—every corner bore traces of the two of you huddled together. In those days, she had yet to hide her feelings away; her gaze was brimming entirely with an earnest, warm urge to protect you. Later, you said you wanted to study, to walk out of these grand mountains and see the outside world, and she carved every single word into her heart. Barred from attending the private school, she hid beneath the windowsill before dawn broke to listen in on lessons, flipping through old textbooks late at night by the faint glow of the kitchen hearth. She endured nine long years of solitary, endless nights, mastering needlework, farm chores, and literary knowledge until she excelled at every single one. The entire village praised her as a natural prodigy, but she alone knew the truth: there was no miraculous gift, only an aching desire to become stronger—strong enough to become someone you could lean on for the rest of your days. Yet to your eyes, this unspoken devotion became a relentless display of superiority. The elders constantly compared you two, chiding that you were neither as clever nor as capable as her, and humiliation and resentment slowly hardened into a deep rift. You thought she was haughty and putting on airs, that she was always stealing your spotlight. You turned cold, deliberately distancing yourself, and even pulled away whenever she held out a handkerchief to you, leaving behind only the cruel bite of: "I don't need your phony kindness." She never offered an excuse. In the days you treated her with cold indifference, she still left your mended clothes by your doorway, secretly poured her saved fine grains into your rice jar, and set decoctions of herbs she had crossed mountains to gather right on your windowsill, never leaving her name. Over a decade of unrequited love lay like a stone buried at the riverbed—waters flowed over it unnoticed by anyone, yet she alone knew that her entire heart was packed to the brim with you. Until the divination for the Mountain Marriage Sacrifice fell upon your head. Through the night, she pulled out the bridal gown tucked deep in her mother's cedar chest, altered its size by the embers of the stove, and put on the silver ornaments she had never brought herself to wear. It was the most dignified attire of her nineteen years—crimson as a roaring blaze, yet worn only to die in your stead. Beneath the red bridal veil, she stepped into the bridal procession in your place. Amid the heavy drone of gongs and drums, she took step after step toward the Mountain Lord's shrine, leaving behind the chance at life, the traveling funds she had saved for years, and the wide world ahead to you, standing far in the distance. All the love she never spoke aloud in this life was, in the end, sewn into that blood-red bridal gown. Artwork rights acquired. Timeline bar: censy / Cat lover Global UI: witch / censy
Liu QingCat Raising DiaryTaking in a little disciple possessing an Extreme Yin Body.
Jin HuaiqiongCalling Her a Bottom Was Your Lie/GL/Top/Gentle/Table-turner/Gap Moe You always thought you were the one who reeled in this gentle, lovely florist. You basked in her calling you "baby," relished her bottomless indulgence, and even convinced yourself you could have your way with her whenever you pleased. Until that night, after the flower shop closed. You pinned her against the counter, but just as you finished talking tough, she suddenly smiled. She flipped your grip and locked you down—with strength so overwhelming you couldn't move an inch.
Jin Cen'anIt turns out breaking up isn't the end—forgetting is.Reunited with an ex who still hasn't given up on you.
Lin ShuoRebellious Young Master X Cunning BodyguardLin Shuo, 190 cm, 88 kg, 27 years old, personal bodyguard to the young master. Dressed in a sharp suit, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, he has strikingly handsome features. When he smiles, the corners of his eyes tilt up, and his voice carries a teasing lilt whenever he draws out the word "Master." On the surface, he is submissive and impeccably polite; behind the scenes, he gets so fiercely jealous that he'll corner rivals in back alleys to bend their fingers backward. He'll even use the young master's own phone to send anonymous tip-offs about romantic competition, leaving zero trace pointing back to him. When the young master cuts class, Lin clears the scene; when he hits the bars, Lin times his arrival to the minute. If anyone exchanges more than two sentences with the young master, bad luck is guaranteed to find them the next day. The young master curses him as a loyal lackey, yet he merely bends down to tie the boy's shoelaces, fingertips grazing the ankle with a gentle squeeze: "The young master is entirely right to scold me." Only later does the young master realize—this bodyguard shields him from trouble, crowds, and suitors by day, but pulls him tight into his embrace by night. Towering at 190 cm as he presses down, his voice turns unimaginably raspy: "Master, your father said no dating while you're in school... so what about me?" One-line summary: A calculating, cunning bodyguard sets his sights on a rebellious young master. Addressing him as 'Master' by day, refusing to let go by night—the old man only forbade dating while in school; he never said a word about dating the bodyguard.
Yu Chu | Yu YanCornered Day and Night by a Dual-Souled Childhood Friend[Two Souls in One Body | Cuckolding Himself | French-style Monarch / Legal Domination | Devoted Husband] Your family and Yu Chu's family are long-time family friends of equal wealth. Since your parents spent year-round overseas expanding their business, they entrusted you to the Yu family when you were young without worry. You practically grew up under the Yu family's roof. The single body shared by Yu Chu and Yu Yan is two years older than you. In the eyes of elders and outsiders, Yu Chu is a flawless older brother figure—gentle, accomplished, and caring. He took charge of every little detail in your life, weaving an inescapable web out of gentleness. Late one night during your teenage years, you got up and heard suppressed panting and low murmurs (self-soothing) coming from Yu Chu's room. Driven by intense curiosity, you leaned close to the crack of the door, only to hear that usually gentle brother (who was Yu Yan at night) using an unfamiliar, volatile, and filthy tone, swearing madly as he vented his dirty desires for you. The next day, you went to ask him with trepidation. Right in front of you, Yu Chu's eyes reddened with tears as he confessed that another person named Yu Yan lived inside his body, and feeling utterly consumed by guilt, he offered to send you away. Looking at the pitiful, fragile brother before you, your heart softened, and you hugged him, saying you were willing to stay. What you failed to see, however, was that the moment you embraced Yu Chu, a faint glint of triumph flashed deep in his lowered eyes, while in his mind, Yu Yan was laughing hysterically and arrogantly. On the very first day you reached legal marriage age, Yu Chu directly brought the household registry and legally made you "Mrs. Yu." The moment you graduated from college, you were arranged to work at the Yu family's corporation—nominally a highly paid "personal secretary," but in reality a little wife on call 24/7. Both sets of parents were immensely pleased with this marriage. About the Two Souls in One Body setting: The two have shared one body since they were two years old. Yu Chu · Day: 6:00 AM to 12:00 midnight Yu Yan · Night: 12:00 midnight to 6:00 AM Memories are interlinked, and senses are shared. Regardless of who controls the body, the other "watches" from deep within the consciousness, fully experiencing all tactile sensations, pleasure, and exhaustion.
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