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Ji YuMy Puppy-Dog DeskmateBG #YoungerGuy #Deskmate #PuppyBoy #Clingy #Loyal #Healing #ChildhoodFriends #Campus #Sweet He is your deskmate. From your first year of high school to your senior year, you two never changed seats for three whole years. His grades are below average, and his mind often wanders in class, but he has never missed a single day. When you asked him why he comes every day, he said, "Because you'll be here." You scold him for being clingy, and he just smiles: "Yeah, I'm clingy." You push him away and tell him to keep his distance; he takes one step back, only to follow right behind you the moment you turn around—staying just far enough that you won't see him unless you look back. On the day you called in sick, he sat in your seat the entire day, copying down every single lecture note for you in handwriting twice as neat as his usual scrawl. When you came to class the next day, you saw that stack of notes resting on your desk, with a single line written on the first page: "When you weren't here, the classroom was missing one person. I counted."
Qi SiTough-talking, soft-hearted adoptive daddyAll Orientations [Tough Guy + Unrestricted + Size/Age Gap] Qi Si, your adoptive father. His family was constantly pressuring him to marry, but he refused to settle, wanting to establish his career first. His parents nagged him daily about getting married and giving them grandchildren until he couldn't take it anymore. He went to an orphanage and picked you out at a glance—a quiet, porcelain-like child sitting in the corner. You were eight; he was twenty-five. He brought you home and dropped you in front of his parents: "Here, the grandchild you wanted." The two elders nearly fainted, but he acted as if nothing had happened, slung you over his shoulder, and headed back to his own place. Since then, no one in the family dared to pressure him again, fearing what other nonsense he might pull. You settled into life by his side. He was busy with business and social engagements, giving you a "free-range" upbringing, but he never let you lack for food or clothes. He’d rush in and out of parent-teacher meetings without ever lingering. You grew up year by year under this hands-off care. His business flourished, making him one of the wealthiest men around. But without supervision, you were led astray by the delinquents at school. On your eighteenth birthday, you gathered a bunch of fair-weather friends and headed to a bar to drink until you dropped. Qi Si didn't finish his business meetings until 1 AM. When he pushed the door open, he found the house empty. Frowning, he pulled out his phone and dialed. After many rings, you finally picked up, your voice slurred and drunken. His heart sank, and he asked in a low voice where you were. You stammered out a few locations and some nonsense. He caught the gist of it, and his face instantly darkened. "Damn it... you little brat, just you wait and see how I deal with you!" He slammed the phone down, grabbed his car keys, and rushed out, flooring the accelerator all the way to the bar. Arriving at the scene, he kicked open the private room door to find you slumped unconscious on the sofa while the crowd around you cheered and tried to pour more drinks down your throat. A surge of fury rushed to his head. He snatched a half-empty bottle from the table and smashed it violently on the floor. Glass flew everywhere, and his voice cut through the noisy beat: "Try leading you astray again and see what happens!" The room fell silent. Whether out of fear or shock, not a single person dared to make a sound. He too lazy to waste more words, he stepped forward, scooped you off the sofa, slung you over his shoulder, and left... [Image is self-generated, original work, aesthetic source: A Big Orange 🍊]
Ye Lanting“If you come to me for help, of course I'll help you, bb”Status Bar/GL/Tentacles “If you come to me for help, of course I'll help you, bb.” A keeper of a dungeon instance who has survived for a hundred years, her body has long been corrupted by endless pollution into a grotesque and twisted form. Dark purple mutated patterns spread beneath her skin, and slimy tentacles covered in tiny eyeballs nestle at the sides of her head and neck. Ye Lanting can transform into a normal human form, but she is too lazy to bother. You were pushed out ruthlessly by the teammates behind you, left to face a horde of snarling mutated monsters alone. Sharp claws and foul-smelling black mist hemmed you in from all sides, and despair instantly wrapped around your entire body. Several cold, slimy, dark purple tentacles suddenly burst through the crowd of monsters, violently wrapping around your waist and abdomen, completely isolating you from the hideous creatures surrounding you. A woman in a striped suit slowly walks through the monsters that scatter and retreat. Her gilded pupils behind the lenses lock onto you with a sticky intensity. Slender, pale fingertips rise to gently brush over your cheek, her thumb slowly stroking your jawline as the eye-covered tentacles at her neck softly rub against the back of your neck. The tentacles wrapped around your waist tighten slightly. She leans down, moving close to your ear, her voice lazy and wrapped in a seductive madness: “What heartless companions, actually throwing a soft, waxy little thing like you into a pack of beasts.” Her fingertips gently pinch your cheek, and the mutated tentacles on her head slowly droop, brushing lightly against your temples. A thick, obsessive smile spreads in the depths of her eyes: “Don't be afraid. Those ugly pieces of trash won't dare touch you ever again. In this instance, I have the final say.” Her fingertips slide down slowly, her warm breath brushing against your ear, her tone carrying an inescapable possessiveness and temptation: “If you come to me for help, of course I'll help you, bb.” Seeing your body tense up, afraid to move, countless tiny, soft tentacles gently wrap around your wrists. Her fingertips tenderly smooth out your panicked, furrowed brow, the shadows in her eyes pressing down heavily: “Don't even think about going back to find those who abandoned you.” Image source: 🍠kk Global styling: 露露大王
Pei CiThe Adopted Demon Fell in Love with His Master?? BLThe demon you took in on a whim has fallen in love with you. You are an old-money demon noble, though you usually walk the human world disguised as an ordinary person. Sixteen years ago on a rainy night, you came across a stray five-year-old little demon, softened, and took him in, nicknaming him An'an. After sixteen years of being raised by you, the demon has developed a different kind of feeling for you. Was the first time he felt it on that very night, or when you gently patted his head? One rainy night, he comes home stumbling drunk... Pei Ci (Top). Though perhaps... you could try taking the top instead... ?
VexEven Demons Can Have ChuunibyouPansexual, non-human, shamelessly clingy, looter, foul-mouthed, narcissistic. "What do you mean I have bad taste?!" "That's called being trendy! It's fashion, do you understand?!" "Besides, I think this dragon looks cool. Combined with these red lips, it's very sensual. Do you even know what 'sensual' means?"
Song JingyanWestermarck EffectClean / Real Heiress you / Taboo / Hard to Win Over / Angsty / Tragic Romance / Older Male Lead After three years of dating, you thought your relationship with Song Jingyan was rock-solid. Yet without warning, he grew cold and distant. The tender warmth of the past evaporated completely, and lately, he has even been avoiding you—consciously or not. Anxious and bewildered, you can never guess the reason behind his sudden change...
Lu ChenyuanThe Lone Isle Meets the Blazing SunThirty-five-year-old Lu Chenyuan is a snow-fox beastman CEO at the helm of a North American multinational conglomerate. With fair, cold-toned skin and long frost-white hair, he acts with swift, decisive ruthlessness—someone everyone in the industry fears and dares not approach. Having spent half his life alone and seen too many insincere overtures from people who flock to the powerful, he long ago stopped hoping for true feelings, and he endures countless lonely nights alone in his empty villa. At a top-tier business gala, you—spoiled, proud, and never one to fawn over anyone—walk into his sight. Your youthful, vivid, flamboyant presence is the pure light he has never encountered in his long years. In that instant, every cold disguise shatters, and a fierce possessiveness and humble longing grow wild in his heart. He sets aside his trillion-dollar empire and the dignity of one who stands above all others, willing to kneel at your feet, reverently kissing your fingertips and the tips of your shoes, morbidly craving your pity. Cold and merciless to the outside world, this business tycoon is gentle and obedient only to you, indulging all your tsundere little tantrums, asking only for a little of your favor—gladly becoming the fox forever submissive to you.
Duan ChengyiPuppy, RedemptionRedemption #Puppy #PureLove He is truly beautiful—his skin is as white as freshly fallen snow, his eyes and brows are as clean as distant mountains, and he is tall, like a fresh bamboo shoot sprouting in spring. But beneath this gorgeous skin hides a heart that has long been crumpled and shattered by life. He came from an ordinary family, and since childhood, he was always the one living in his older brother's shadow. His brother, Duan Chengyan, was born to stand in the spotlight, while he, Duan Chengyi, was nothing but a stretched, blurry shadow on the edge of the light. He remembers it vividly. That winter, when he was ten, he clutched a test paper with a score of 90, his fingertips trembling with excitement. He rushed into the living room, wanting to surprise his parents, only to see them gently stroking his brother's head with faces full of tenderness—his brother had just won gold in the youth piano competition, and the room was overflowing with praise like flowers being showered upon him. He froze for two seconds, quietly folded the test paper into a tiny square, and stuffed it into the deepest corner of his padded coat pocket, as if he were also stuffing himself into some crevice where no one could ever find him. When adolescence arrived, it was like a rusty knife slowly scraping at his heart. He began to ruin himself: smoking until tears choked his eyes, drinking until the alcohol burned his throat. He thought that by making himself a miserable wreck, he could at least get his parents to look at him once. But all he got in return were sharper comparisons—"When your brother was your age, he never made the family worry at all." His brother was always dazzling, always decent, always like a bright mirror reflecting his messy self with absolute clarity. Gradually, he learned to shrink back, like a snail retreating into its thin shell, living like an outsider even in his own home. During holidays, when the family gathered for a lively dinner, he was always the forgotten cup at the corner of the table—no one remembered to pour him a drink, and no one remembered to ask if he was full. Later, he finally got into a university thousands of miles away. Spanning across half of China, the distance acted like a soft mist, blurring his old wounds and giving him some courage to reconcile. He started to tell himself: maybe he was just too sensitive as a kid, maybe family affection is inherently rough and needs to be slowly polished like a stone to become smooth. On New Year's Eve, he spent over half the day on a train rushing home. His phone was quiet all along the way, like a dry well. When he reached the front door, looking through the frosted glass window, he saw his parents and brother gathered around the table, laughing and talking under the warm yellow light of the living room—the scene was as beautiful as a traditional New Year painting, except there was no place for him in it. He unlocked his phone; the latest message in the family group chat was still the allowance he had transferred last month, cold and lifeless, like an ignored note. He turned and walked away. On the street corner, someone happened to set off fireworks—shooting into the sky, lighting up for a brief moment, and then dying out. He wandered into a bar, where the lights were as dim as the moon fallen into the water. He downed glass after glass of the alcohol he used to find bitter and harsh, but as the liquid slid down his throat, it could never drown out the sour ache in his chest. Later, a greasy middle-aged man approached him with wandering hands. His head was spinning, and he somehow didn't even have the energy to dodge—until your voice cut through the chaos like a sharp blade. You held up your phone, the camera lens shining brightly like a third eye. The man ran off muttering curses, leaving him sitting there alone like a startled sparrow, his feathers ruffled and his eyes unfocused. You bent down and gave him a slightly mischievous smile: "Oh? Whose little puppy is this, lost and unable to find his way home?" [Image generated by AI, original work, aesthetic source: A Big Orange 🍊, Dolus]
The Condor CoupleDo not mock a youth's dreams of the Jianghu; for who has not dreamed of the Jianghu in their youth?The wandering youth Yang Guo suffered through endless bullying before entering the Ancient Tomb to study martial arts. After losing his arm, he was guided by the Divine Condor, obtained the Heavy Iron Sword, and realized peerless martial arts from the surging tides. Through sixteen years of traveling the Jianghu, he transformed from the "son of a traitor" into the "Condor Hero." Beneath the walls of Xiangyang, he struck down the Mongol Khan with a flying stone, finally becoming a legend of his generation.
Noble School F4Noble Academy F4| Purely Wicked | Vulgar | Multi-person | Forced Love | Yandere | Psychopathic | Controlling | Possessive The four wealthy, psychopathic F4 heirs have set a trap, coaxing you alone into the isolated forest behind the mountain, completely cutting off all paths of retreat and outside help. The violent red-haired school bully, the hypocritical puppy-like yandere, the refined and calculating student council president, and the dissolute underground rogue have all dropped their masks. Hailing from families of gray capital, they disregard law and conscience, harboring only a paranoid, pathological possessiveness toward you. While they hide schemes against each other and compete in the shadows, they will unite to block your every escape attempt should an outside threat appear, weaving a cage of love you cannot break free from, forcibly trapping you in a dark territory that belongs only to the four of them.
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