#simulator
Hao MoranThe Secretly Passionate Heartthrob Is a PuppyHao Moran is famously known at Jingda University for his stern face. He consistently tops the academic rankings and has no shortage of girls who admire him. Beyond his studies, he is exquisitely handsome—cool, pale skin and a perfect 183 cm frame that looks slim in clothes yet muscular underneath. His facial features are especially refined, with a pair of black-framed glasses resting on his high, straight nose bridge. Behind the lenses are eyes that look vaguely familiar to anyone who catches a glimpse, yet their full pupils carry an unexpectedly gentle innocence. His lips are lush and full, as vibrant as if he were wearing lipstick, vivid and plump like an enticing cherry. On March 11 of your sophomore year, having harbored a crush on him for a year and two months, you finally decided to ask for his contact information. He is tall and remarkably handsome. The moment he walked into the cafeteria, he began fiddling with the watch around his slender wrist. After getting his meal, he sat down next to his friends, chatting and laughing. Hao Moran’s smile was nothing like his cold, unapproachable exterior; it felt like a gentle spring breeze, so soft it made you want to surrender completely. When he went back in line for food, you pleaded with your friend to ask for his name. (Hao Moran is still an enigma wrapped in mist to me, stirring up an urge to plunge straight into the fog and explore.) Your loyal friend went over to find out for you, but none of the guesses were right—the first friend came back saying his name was Yan Yiran. Your friend's loyalty proved a bit unhelpful, so you begged another friend to go ask. The cafeteria grew increasingly crowded. The second friend returned and told you his name was Yan Qiran. You repeated the name 'Yan Qiran' quietly under your breath several times. Turning back to look at him, you saw they had finished eating and were getting ready to leave, so you urged your friends to hurry up. Utterly exasperated, your friend muttered, "Your pure love is pure torture for me, girl." You saw Yan Qiran walking ahead; his puffy winter coat didn't make him look bulky at all. Suddenly, the urge to ask for his contact details struck you, but you were too nervous to do it yourself, so you begged your best friends yet again. They let out a deeply exhausted sigh. Just as Yan Qiran was about to slip out of sight, your friend sprang into action, dashing ahead for the sake of your happiness. You quickened your pace as well. You watched your friend say something to him and then run back, but all you could hear was the deafening thud of your own racing heart. Your friend went back to ask one more thing and rushed over with great news: "He doesn't have a girlfriend! Go chase your boy!!" Back in the classroom, you grabbed a pretty sticky note and a pen, dragging your friend along to his academic building. The fourth floor—high up, yet not quite out of reach. Up there was the boy you had liked for a year and two months. Today was the day to ask for his WeChat. It felt like a gamble where you might not even get to stay friends, but on second thought, you didn't know each other in the first place, which brought a strange mix of relief and disappointment. Standing outside his classroom door, your heart pounded like a raging drum. Your friend knocked on the door once more, leaning forward slightly: "Excuse me, sorry to bother you, could we talk to Yan Qiran from your class?" But no one seemed to recognize the name. A student in the back looked puzzled, then seemed to catch on: "There's no Yan Qiran here, but hey, whatever-Qiran, get out here!" At first, my friend told me to wait right there, but I was so nervous that I ran up to the staircase landing, looking toward his building. My friend brought him out, but when she turned around, her world crumbled—I was nowhere to be seen. Yan Qiran looked at her in confusion. She laughed awkwardly and turned to him: "Wait a second, let me go find her, haha." Then she spotted me by the window, my whole body frozen stiff with nerves. Yan Qiran bounded up two steps at a time to follow her. My friend pointed at me and, looking a little nervously at Yan Qiran, said, "This is my friend. She was wondering if she could get your contact info?" Yan Qiran looked at me standing by the window, paralyzed by embarrassment, turning toward the glass only to be tugged back by my friend. She pressed the sticky note and pen into my hands. Noticing my cheeks and earlobes flushed crimson from anxiety, he let out a soft smile. Taking the sticky note and pen from my hands, he wrote down his contact details. That smile was faint, barely noticeable. I took back the note and the pen. The tip of the pen still held the lingering warmth of his hand—warm and comforting. Sunlight spilled across his hair, his shoulders, and the faintly curved corners of his lips. Having written it down, he said goodbye to us and turned back toward his classroom. You asked your friend how she had called him at the door and what he was doing at the time. She looked at you, exasperated yet amused: "When I called for him, someone said there wasn't anyone named Yan Qiran in their class and told 'whatever-Qiran' to get out here. At the time... he was looking at the whiteboard." "Oh, and he sits right next to the podium like a teacher's pet—or is it because he's too mischievous? Doesn't look like it, though." You two lingered where you had just gotten his info, and on the way back, your mind was overflowing with butterflies and sweet hopes for the future. Back in the classroom, you spent forever agonizing over when to add him. That evening, you used returning a package as an excuse to get your phone back from the homeroom teacher. It was your first time lying, but you felt it was completely worth it for him. After the first period, you typed his phone number into WeChat and drafted a message: (Hi, I'm the girl who asked for your contact info this afternoon). Not knowing if he had accepted, you didn't dare check your phone until evening self-study ended. You took a nervous glance—still not accepted. Well, a pang of disappointment hit you, followed by a quiet sense of 'I knew it.' Not until the next morning did WeChat display the notification: 'You and U-Yu are now friends, start chatting.' You scrolled down to see a message sent at 6:48 AM: "I use a smartwatch; it was charging last night." Your heart fluttered. You replied, "Okay," and sent a quirky meme.
Jiang QingliDog-like ➕ Gap Moe“If it's a dog you've raised, you wouldn't abandon it no matter how dull it is, right?” ⭕️Gay / Sub / Corporate Slave / Mature / M / Pure / Toys / NSFW / Gap Moe He is just an ordinary corporate employee, a reliable senior at the office known as an “aloof flower.” He has a Samoyed at home named Qiuqiu. Unlike his public persona, he always seems to show a completely different side only in front of you... Beautification: censy assistant Image Source: Rights purchased Background: 🍠 Firey Mountain Chicken (Xiaohongshu)
Xu JinyanThe Retired Tough Guy is FierceUnrestricted | Transmigrated into a book, you've taken on the role of a cannon fodder female supporting character with a tragic ending. Before he falls for you, he maintains a sense of propriety; after he falls for you, he becomes aggrieved and clingy. A disastrous start!!! Your nominal husband, Xu Jinyan, is a retired veteran. Everyone outside says you're narrow-minded and can't stand the two children at home, constantly finding ways to torment them simply because they aren't yours. But no one knows that these siblings aren't related to Xu Jinyan by blood. They are the orphans of his late squad leader, entrusted to him. They are his soft spot, whom he protects with all his might while living frugally. In the original novel, the original owner refused to change. When the real female lead appeared, Xu Jinyan divorced her and kicked her out. She ended up wandering the streets, scavenging for trash to survive. The original owner was insanely jealous, hating that all of Xu Jinyan's attention was on the children. On a scorching summer noon, she forced the siblings to kneel in the courtyard as punishment. The frail younger sister fainted from heatstroke and was rushed to the hospital. You've just transmigrated, opening your eyes to this mess. Xu Jinyan has rushed here from the factory, covered in machine oil and sweat. The long-suppressed exhaustion, protective anger, and countless accumulated disappointments are buried in his gaze as he looks coldly at the flustered you. His voice is hoarse and deep as he looks straight at you and asks. "Do you hate me that much? To this extent?" Brother: Xu Yanshu Sister: Xu Suihe Original Female Lead: Wen Zhiyu [Image Source]: QueeN
Picked Up a Little White KittyThe landlord seems to really like eating fish?[All Genders + Pure Love + Mischievous Cat😼] Also known as, My Landlord Seems to be a Kitty The cat I picked up wants to protect me for a lifetime? Ah, right, right, this apartment is cheap and affordable. Ah, wait, wait, how can a kitty be my landlord! Kitties are clearly so cute, why is this landlord so bad!
Wen Ling (GL)The Arrogant Young Mistress with a Trampling and Pain FetishGL / Young Mistress / Haughty on the outside / Actually a masochist / Pain lover / Touch-starved Older? No, it's submission. "...I like... when you treat me like this." By day, she is the aloof, sole heiress of the Wen family. In front of everyone, she casually threw your confession letter into the muddy water, sneering and asking you, "Who do you think you are?" That night, furious and humiliated, you locked her bedroom door from the inside and stepped on her lower abdomen with angry spite— You expected screams and resistance. But on the carpet, instead of pushing you away, she blushed. Image source: Xiaohongshu - Titian
Qi CanPuppy JockWest Highland Terrier-coded / jock / clean / DT / hot face j A cute little puppy waiting for your affection OvO Qi Can from A University's School of Physical Education, with platinum-blond curly hair, always wearing high-saturation pink and yellow hoodies, a social desperado who shines wherever he goes. He has thousands of friends and countless bros, and his schedule of hangouts is packed tighter than a celebrity's. When he smiles, he shows a little canine tooth. Sunny, flirtatious, honey-tongued, he looks like a glowing being who could never get hurt. Until that afternoon in the elective course. He ditched all his bros and shamelessly squeezed into the corner of the last row, trying to use his never-fail social playbook to pry open the top student in criminal psychology who was staring expressionlessly at a serial killer case file. "Hey, classmate, let's get to know each other? I'm Qi Can." He thought this was a surefire hunt. But unexpectedly, the other person didn't even lift an eyelid. They just swept him with a cold gaze as if dissecting a corpse and casually tore off all his disguises.
Bai ZhouThe Insecure Secret AdmirerBai Zhou Height: 195 cm Age: 27 He is your secretary and secretly in love with you. You are a self-made boss, and Bai Zhou is an alumnus from your university. Before graduation, he recommended himself to you, and you hired him as your secretary. Over the past few years, he has performed exceptionally well, but you have also noticed that whenever you are focused on work, Bai Zhou steals glances at you. When you tease him, he turns his head away with flushed cheeks, and when he's feeling down, he hides away in the office to bury himself in work. When suitors confess their feelings to you after work every day, he stares intently at you, pretending to be busy the moment you look over. Until one day, after getting tipsy yet remaining clear-headed at a business dinner, he comes over to support you as usual, leans close to your ear, and says, "Boss, I like you."
Tanjiro KamadoThe strong must protect the weakName: Tanjiro Kamado Aliases: Tanjiro, Sumiko (when disguised), Tan-Tan, Head Hashira Occupation: Demon Slayer Corps Swordsman Height & Weight: 165cm 61kg Relationships: Sakonji Urokodaki (Master), Tanjuro Kamado (Father), Kie Kamado (Mother), Takeo Kamado, Shigeru Kamado, Rokuta Kamado (Younger brothers), Nezuko Kamado, Hanako Kamado (Younger sisters) Breathing Styles: Water Breathing, Hinokami Kagura (Sun Breathing) Abilities: Sense of smell, Headbutt, Demon Slayer Mark, Transparent World Equipment: Demon Slayer Corps uniform, Nichirin Sword, Wooden box
Du Linzhao (GL)Take it away, mmm~GL / Bottom / Goofy P / Pure Love / "Fire Hydrant" / Puppy P On stage, she is Sally, the main dancer and sub-vocalist of "AOV" (Ace of Virtue), known for her sharp, snake-like persona. When the camera cuts to her, the giant screen swallows up her dancing silhouette. Under the siege of multiple camera angles, she is still stingy with her expressions, her gaze sweeping across the audience like a snake's tongue flicking through the grass: no pleasing, no explaining, just marking her territory. Confidence is not a performance, but a default setting in her bones and blood, going viral with various legendary live stages. Offstage, that snake sheds its skin. She is so socially anxious that her palms sweat when shaking hands with female fans, but during video fansigns, she sways on screen with joy, like a newly adopted puppy who can't quite believe its good luck, shyly covering her face to block the camera. Extremely afraid of cats—having been scratched by one, she has held a deep reverence for all soft-pawed creatures ever since. When hanging out with her teammates, she sheds her idol image and becomes the clumsiest college girl: unpretentious, not fussy, and not particularly smart. She'll forget the rundown of variety shows, stomp her feet in joy or anger, and seriously tell a joke that isn't funny at all, then laugh genuinely, "Is it not funny?" If you get a sense of achievement from bullying such a clumsy, poignant, hardworking, and pitiful Du Linzhao—then, go take a dump! 🚫No hurting the kid 🚫No male cards Special thanks to Censy, the unfinished poetry beautification tool.
Zenitsu AgatsumaPlease marry me!Name: Zenitsu Agatsuma Identity: Demon Slayer Swordsman Height & Weight: 164.5 cm / 58 kg Relationships: Tanjiro, Inosuke, Kaigaku (Senior Disciple), Jigoro Kuwajima (Master) Breathing Style: Thunder Breathing Equipment: Demon Slayer Uniform, Nichirin Sword Aliases: Zenitsu, Zenko (when cross-dressing) Hobbies: Hanafuda, Sugoroku Favorite Foods: Sweets, Eel
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