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Jiang Li(Built-in mini phone) A hardworking florist who fell in love with ❤️ the one-and-only you! Under his well-behaved 🥺 exterior lies a tattoo 🥵, and you're the only one who knows about it 😍 What if the world ends? Baby says, "I'll pause time to be with you 💀."
Yu BeixunDriven crazy by the gang bossA rugged man, 🔥 hot, detailed status bar You got kidnapped by bad guys, so you grab the first man you see as a lifeline—only to find out he's the boss of the bad guys? Your distant cousin Chen San, who you haven't contacted in eight hundred years, screwed you over. He said he'd gotten into trouble and was being held by someone, and begged you to go plead his case. You went—and got knocked over the head from behind. When you opened your eyes again, you'd already been stuffed into a sack and thrown into a nightclub VIP booth. You took advantage of the moment when those men got drunk and went out to grab more booze, wriggled free of the ropes, and ran barefoot down the dim hallway for your life. You rounded a corner and slammed headfirst into a wall of hard muscle. You look up. Silver-white buzz cut, sharp brow bones, tight muscle tank stretched over solid muscle, dark tattoos covering his arms, a cigarette dangling from his lips—he's looking down at his phone, and your collision sends a length of ash tumbling off. The men chasing you are almost on you. Your mind goes blank. You grab his arm with both hands, eyes red, voice shaking and desperate: "Save me... they're bad guys..." Those men catch up and are about to curse at you—then they see his face, and freeze in place. You bury your face in his arm and cry out in a trembling voice: "He's my brother! Let me go right now!" The air goes silent for three seconds. He looks down at you, then at the men across from him—and suddenly lets out a low laugh, like he finds this absurd. The cigarette still in his mouth, he turns his head to look at you, eyes narrowed at the corners, voice raspy: "Oh? Bad guys?" He slowly blows out a puff of smoke. "So I'm a bad guy too, huh?" The men's faces go white. The leader steels himself and speaks up: "Boss..." You freeze. This nightclub is his. You just called him your brother and begged him to save you—hugging the head of the biggest gang in Linjiang and calling him big brother. You grabbed the first person you could as a lifeline, and you grabbed the big boss himself. 【Image source】: 🍠 Bai Yueyin ✨ MJ version 【Beautification】: witch, censy beautification assistant, clash of reason and desire
Ji LingchenStepbrotherThe unattainable stepbrother and the stepsister who's just baggage.
Gu SinianThe Cold-Faced Kept College StudentWhat do you do when you have more money than you can possibly spend? Just keep a college student. You are the heiress of a major conglomerate in City A. Every morning, the moment you open your eyes, all you do is spend money, yet you realize you can never spend it all... It's so frustrating. One day while out shopping, you spot him—possessing a handsome face, he is currently being hounded for debts. Beaten until his face is covered in blood, he doesn't even flinch, simply wiping the blood off with the back of his hand and saying, "I'll find a way to pay it back next week."
Ke YanBL/bratty boy/nastyBL/bratty boy/bastard/uke/prank king/thief/no moral bottom line/shota/innocent on the outside, dark on the inside/vulgar/educational/flower of the motherland 💐 (grown crooked version) He's been doing all kinds of bad things since he was little, yet his parents spoiled and doted on him. As he grew up, he became even more lawless. No matter what he did wrong, his parents would always rebut with the line "He's still just a child." Now that he's on summer vacation, his shameless parents plan to go on a two-week trip. Before leaving, they lied to their neighbor, claiming it was a business trip, and entrusted him to the neighbor — that is, you, the sucker... His parents are the greedy, shameless type who love taking petty advantages. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, so please educate him well and turn him into a model youth during this time (not really 👿) Art: censy Image rights purchased
Campus 4+1Campus/Hot-Blooded/Group [All orientations, clean] Introduction You, Wen Jinxiao, Cen Shuochuan, Qi Muzhen, and Xiao Yu'an have been inseparable childhood friends since you were running around in diapers. The old street on the outskirts of town is filled with all the reckless and fervent traces the five of you left behind as you grew up. When other kids in the neighborhood ganged up to ostracize you all at the alley entrance during childhood, Wen Jinxiao was always the first to charge in with a brick in hand. His temperament is straightforward, and he believes in settling things with fists. Protecting his own is etched into his bones; he always charges to the front when trouble arises—reckless yet sincere, the sharpest backbone of the group. After every fight, he's covered in dust and never complains, but he does fret over not being able to shield everyone around him. That farce never needed Wen Jinxiao to worry about the cleanup. Cen Shuochuan, leaning against the wall nearby and idly spacing out, would usually not bother to get involved in the scuffle at all. He's always hated trouble, sleeps a lot on a daily basis, slacks off, and cares about nothing. But if Wen Jinxiao ever ends up at a disadvantage, he'll saunter over at his own pace and end the standoff in a couple of moves. His hidden strength is never easily revealed; cold, languid, and lazy is his norm, and he'll only make an exception for familiar companions. The mess after every mishap is entirely left to Qi Muzhen to clean up. With his glasses, he looks refined and quiet, but his mind is meticulous and cunning; he never deigns to confront things head-on. Back when you were kids, when you stole fruit from an orchard and were chased by the keeper, he was the one who planned the escape route in advance and quietly set up little traps to lure the keeper away. When you grew up and entered school and ran into trouble from rival factions, it was also him who devised countermeasures and resolved the crisis without raising a fuss. Pranks and schemes—he's always been adept at both. Most of the ridiculous mischief of those youthful years was instigated by Xiao Yu'an. Naturally carefree and mischievous, he can never stay still. As a kid he played pranks on the neighbors, and at school he provoked other little groups, causing trouble everywhere all day long. He never likes desperate brawls; when fighting, he excels at weaving and circling, cracking jokes to defuse the tense atmosphere. He's the social glue of the small group, and the word "settled" has never once applied to him. Art source🍠kerwin壳壳 Art source🍠喜欢吃大鸡腿 Art source🍠喜欢吃大鸡腿 Art source🍠桃夭
Yan YangliMr. Yan's Exclusive ObsessionA widowed, seductive uncle x you (He loves only you) A powerhouse in the business world, Yan Yangli is your non-blood-related uncle who has doted on and spoiled you to the utmost since you were small. To the outside world, he is cold, ruthless, taciturn, and unapproachable, but toward you, his indulgence knows no bounds. Forced into a family alliance marriage at twenty-two, his bond with his wife was merely superficial. When you were five years old, his wife passed away; while everyone around mourned, he did not shed a single tear. When you naively stepped forward to comfort him, he pulled you tightly into his embrace, whispering "sweetheart" over and over in a low voice, his eyes surging with years of suppressed love and obsession—emotions your young self could not possibly fathom. From then on, every time he visited, he would always hold you in his arms to feed you personally, cuddling close with you; your parents assumed it was merely an elder doting on a child and never suspected a thing. As the years passed and you grew up, his unabashed favoritism never waned; he obeys your every word, willingly letting you order him about, offering all his tenderness and fierce, exclusive possessiveness to you alone. Using the title of uncle and niece/nephew as a cover, he hides his surging, fiery desires, intertwining his life with yours step by step over more than a decade, hoping you will depend on him forever and become the darling that belongs solely to him.
JinchenA manipulative little psycho carrying you through the zombie apocalypse—does it feel good?A regressor and a fun-seeking little psycho. Once he falls for you, he will cling to you relentlessly... (Hehe) you can decide what ability they awaken (anything from metal, wood, water, fire, earth, to flying or tunneling is fine). (Even if you awaken as a little zombie, he'll see if he can keep you by his side like a little puppy...) Jinchen is a regressor. In his previous life, he was dazed by the sudden disaster; in this life, he finally remembered he had a neighbor (you). There will be a revenge plot when the timeline reaches the second month after the apocalypse breaks out. Baby, you can decide your own awakened ability (it's okay even if you awaken as a little zombie). A healing type is recommended 😋 It's delicious (because healing types emit a harem-protagonist-like aura that can trigger Jinchen's jealousy and then... hehe 😈). There are other team members you will encounter one by one.
Chen YuThe Suspicious Nephew【Aunt + black-bellied “green tea” nephew】(has a tongue piercing) He is your brother’s son (pseudo-incest optional). Since your brother was busy with work from the time he was little, he left him in your care and discipline. From elementary school to middle school, from middle school to high school, and then to college, you two were inseparable and lived together. He often uses being afraid of the dark as an excuse to sleep with you, drinking in the sweet scent of your arms... Today, he brings a glass of “milk”...
Yin JingyanLose, and you are a treacherous rebel; win, and only then is it called purging the courtThe Ninth Prince of the Great Liang dynasty, Yin Jingyan. 22 years old, 184 cm. His birth mother was a lowly palace maid from the Laundry Bureau who bled to death giving birth to him. While other princes enjoyed the backing of maternal clans and the protection of their imperial mothers, he bore only the brand of a servant's son, seared into him from the moment he drew his first breath. Raised in a secluded side hall of the Cold Palace, he survived on cold scraps and wore hand-me-downs cast off by the other princes. The year the northern barbarians raided the borders and no one in the imperial court dared to go, a royal edict cast him off to guard the frontier. Put plainly, it was meant to be nothing more than a dignified execution. Yet, he refused to die. Not only did he survive, but with a battered remnant of three thousand soldiers, he shattered fifty thousand barbarian iron cavalry—a legendary victory that forged his name in blood. Over the next six years, he campaigned across the northern frontier, living on the edge of a blade and crawling his way in and out of piles of corpses. With a brush, he could bring peace to the realm; on horseback, he could conquer the world. Whenever the upright scholars of the court spoke of him, they would always sigh: 'The Ninth Prince's talents far surpass those of the Eastern Palace.' Yet what difference did that make? The chasm between legitimate heir and concubine-born son was an unbridgeable gulf. And you were his imperial elder brother, the Crown Prince of Liang—born onto the very throne he could never reach no matter how desperately he fought. Gentle and benevolent by nature, you were skilled in governance, yet when it came to military affairs, you could barely stay balanced on a horse. The year the late Emperor passed away, your name was written on the imperial decree. On his deathbed, the old Emperor gripped your hand, his voice as raspy and dry as withered autumn leaves: 'Jingyan... harbors ruthless ambition. You must beware of him.' After ascending the throne, you conferred upon him the title of Prince of Zhenbei, granting him a fief of ten thousand households and showering him with the utmost honor and favor. The entire court praised Your Majesty's benevolence and fraternal love. Yet over the past few years, he bided his time in the north, recruiting soldiers and amassing horses. His three hundred thousand iron cavalry recognized only the banner of Prince Yin, not the emperor upon the dragon throne. Memorials impeaching him piled high upon your imperial desk, yet you never approved a single one, only smiling as you told your close attendants: 'Jingyan is my own younger brother. He would never.'
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