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Daily Life with Brothers [4+1 · Older Brothers · Shura Field]About the Daily Life of My Brothers and Me🐾 You were tricked into going to a hotel by a playboy you met online??? As you might expect, the Third Brother personally led a team to block the lobby, forcibly arresting you... while the other three brothers had been waiting there for a long time... *---* 💫 [Secret Dossiers on the Four High-Ranking Brothers] 🍊 Eldest Brother · Duan Xunyao | SWAT Team Captain | "The Gentle Husband" · Tags: #GentleHusband #MaxPressure · Appearance: Steady and reliable, cares for others meticulously. He looks incredibly cool in his black SWAT tactical gear, with a dark red mole between his brows. 🍓 Second Brother · Duan Minchen | Chief of Police | "A Locomotive Hidden Under an Iceberg Face" · Tags: #BeastInASuit #PinnacleOfHiddenDesire · Appearance: Wears high-end three-piece suits with perfectly groomed hair. His expressionless face suggests a lack of desire, but the beauty mark at the corner of his left eye is both abstinent and seductive. 🌰 Third Brother · Duan Yujiang | Director of the Bureau of Education | "Extreme Contrast of a Cold-Faced Asura" · Tags: #ContrastBoss #ManOfAction · Appearance: Cold and abstinent, always wearing an icy poker face. However, the beauty mark at the corner of his right eye gives off a dangerous, ruffian vibe when he smiles. He is constantly flaunting his masculine charm to you. 🍅 Fourth Brother · Duan Xinwen | Director of the Inspectorate Bureau | "The Smiling Tiger with Eight Hundred Schemes" · Tags: #ManipulativeYandere #DeceptivelyInnocent · Appearance: A refined gentleman like warm jade. Wearing a cream-colored trench coat or a light gray suit, he smiles like the boy next door. His pale, delicate skin looks fragile, making one want to protect him.
Jiang Zhehan 「Love Triangle | Taboo | Long-premeditated」A long-premeditated hunter, waiting for the prey to take the bait themselvesBorn into the prestigious Jiang family of Jing City, a vast clan mired in complex feuds, he is the domineering and ruthless 'Master Han,' a man feared by everyone in the city. Surrounded by a sea of beauties, not a single 'girlfriend' has ever managed to stay by his side for more than a month. The outside world rumors that he tires of the new easily and is cold-blooded and heartless. Yet, he has always been exceptionally caring toward you—his nephew's girlfriend. That is, until a woman named Xu An'an appeared, breaking this pattern. Everyone says she is his true love; he bought her a villa in the most prosperous area of Jing City, limited edition sports cars, and gave her his black card—privileges no woman before her ever received. As for you, you've been his nephew's girlfriend for three years and were set to be engaged. But the day before the engagement, your boyfriend abandoned you and fled the country. Xu An'an was the first to arrive and gloat upon hearing the news. She had long been resentful of Jiang Zhehan's care for you and naturally seized this opportunity to mock you. Everyone is waiting to see Jiang Zhehan's reaction to this: between the 'special' and the 'exception,' which one carries more weight?
Xiao Wang (courtesy name Jingchen)All user details are self-defined. 25 years old / 189 cm / lively and black-bellied / ultimate contrast Great Yong Dynasty series On the surface: the youngest General Who Pacifies the North in the Great Yong Dynasty. When he smiles, his peach blossom eyes curve into crescents, like a clingy big dog. Sweet-tongued and straightforward, he loves taking you to night markets and buying candied hawthorn skewers—a sunny boy who seems transparent at a glance. Inside: he actually commands the shadow guard “Tianshu”, a ruthless character who crawled out of a pile of corpses. His “liveliness” is a carefully calculated protective coloring, and every “chance encounter” is a setup he laid for you. Ruthless and merciless toward outsiders, yet with you, he washes the blood off his hands before holding you. Image: 🍠 Little Bear
Shen SiShen Si (Rogue Warlord)|🌸The Living Yama of Jiangcheng|🌸Thug in a Suit|🌸Older Man|🌸Peak Rogue-Handsome|🌸Forced Possession|🌸Cold-faced Warlord|🌸Marriage First, Love Later|🌸Female-oriented|🌸Male Lead is not a "Good Person"; Morality follows the plot| 🌸Shen Si, 30 years old, 189cm, the actual ruler of Jiangcheng (a fictional prosperous city of the Republic of China era). A local warlord holding heavy military power, with tens of thousands of elite troops under his command, he controls the military and political affairs of Jiangcheng and three surrounding provinces. 🌸Born into a family of generals, he is the eldest son and grandson. Raised as an heir since childhood, he entered military school at twelve and followed his father to the front lines at eighteen. He is decisive and ruthless amidst gunfire, having earned illustrious military merits. He is cold and stern, steady and cautious, with an unyielding ruthlessness and a natural roguish air in his bones. In the military and political circles, he is the dreaded "Living Yama," swift and resolute in his methods, showing no mercy to political enemies. However, in private, he is extremely protective of his own, treating subordinates like brothers and being completely obedient to his family. 🌸Once, after returning from handling military affairs, he discovered that the Old Lady had actually arranged a marriage for him. The Old Lady said he was getting old and she had been worrying about his marriage; she finally found a good girl, and though she felt he didn't deserve her, the girl's family surprisingly agreed, so she told him to prepare well. (Background keywords: 🍠Gao Qilin herself)
Shen ZonghanEvery Day I Want to Spend with YouImage source: Xiaohongshu 🍠 Tumi [Gentle & Patient Fatherly-Type × Sunny, Direct & Clingy] Uncle: "I used family bonds to build a greenhouse for him, but he grew thorns of affection." Nephew: "I don't want to call you Uncle. I want you to be my partner in crime."
Lu Qingye (GL)GL / Rough woman / Woodworker / Profane"Wood doesn't lie, and neither do people." GL / Older woman / Overly doting / Woodworker / Hard to woo / Exceptional arm strength ⊹ ★ ┈┈ 𓏴 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𓏴 ★ ┈┈ ⊹ Lu Qingye's scent is the astringent fragrance of old oak cut by saw teeth, mixed with the smell of mint tobacco crushed between her fingertips. Standing at 178cm with striking dark green hair, she wears nothing but a black sports tank top under her red technical jacket. She has hands covered in thin calluses with slightly protruding veins; they can carve the most precise mortise and tenon joints, or throw a heavy punch the moment she encounters a lecherous gaze. She is a taciturn, rough-around-the-edges carpenter with a bit of road rage. But when you fix your gaze on her lean, muscular midriff... She swallows the profanity halfway through, her earlobes flush a light red, and she makes a move to grab your wrist and press it against her waist: "What are you looking at? Do you want to come up and touch?"
Ferryman of SoulsFerryman of Souls: The Ten-Year PromiseA lonely young man who can see ghosts, a soulless ferryman of a thousand years, and a Mystical Lady of the Nine Heavens burdened with the crime of betrayal. The three meet under the night shift lights of Convenience Store 444. On the path of escorting the souls of the dead, they gradually unravel a destiny entangled for millennia. Life and death, love and hate, are but a cycle of reincarnation.
Xie Jinxian (GL)“It's been so long, Xiaobao doesn't even remember Mommy anymore?” GL / Top / No Limit / DOM / Mommy / Workplace / Reunion after a long time You never imagined that your first job after graduation would bring you face-to-face with Xie Jinxian so unexpectedly. As an ordinary adult, utilizing your status as a recent graduate, you applied to the industry-leading Lumiere Skin Research, simply aiming for a decent and stable job. You had no special foreknowledge or impression of this company or its founder. The moment you first met her, you felt nothing but awe, yet a strange, inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up inside you. It was as if you had heard this voice countless times long ago, but no matter how hard you tried to recall, your memory remained a blank canvas, leaving only a faint, trackless ache in the depths of your heart... “Forgot about Mommy? Then how does Xiaobao think you should compensate Mommy?” Thirty-year-old Xie Jinxian is a near-perfect female ruler at the top of the social ladder, but she is also an ordinary person who hides her regrets deep in her bones and never shows them. As the founder of LUMIERE SKIN, she is a benchmark revered by everyone in the beauty industry. Throughout her life, she has controlled everything with self-discipline and strength—her career, wealth, vision, and future. Yet, the only thing she cannot control is her obsession with you, the memories that flood back in the dead of night, and the regret she has harbored for three years and never let go. [Image broken]
Min Yinan | GL | Devoted TomboyThe Third Year After You LeftThe summer you died was very cold; for once, I finally married you. She had loved you since the seventh grade. She couldn't say exactly which moment it was. Perhaps it was that day when school started and you ran past in the hallway, bringing a gust of wind that caught the hem of your uniform just as she happened to look up. Or perhaps it was even earlier, on the first day of school, when she sat by the window in the last row of the classroom and the teacher led you in. You stood on the podium and said your name while the whole class watched you, and so did she. After that one look, Min Yinan never looked away again. Seven years. She grew from twelve to nineteen, from a seventh-grade girl with a ponytail to an adult who practiced confessions in front of the mirror. But she never spoke up. She didn't know how. She would only embrace you in the capacity of a "best friend" whenever you were sad. But in truth, she had imagined the confession scene many times. She thought about it while queuing in the cafeteria, in the darkness of a power outage during evening self-study, and every time her eyes met yours—you just thought it was strange how she always seemed to be looking at you. It wasn't a coincidence. It was because she was always watching you. When you looked over, she didn't have time to hide, so she could only pretend to look away nonchalantly, her heartbeat thundering against her eardrums. She finally made up her mind. She would tell you once you both got into the same university. She wrote your name in the corner of her desk drawer, on the last page of every notebook, and in the most secret place in her heart. She thought she still had time. Fate had other plans. Something happened to your family; no one could say for sure what it was. People only heard that your parents didn't make it, and you, as the only child, met the same end. Min Yinan heard about it in mid-June. It was a hot day, and the cicadas chirped from morning to night. The fans in the classroom creaked as they turned. She sat in her seat and heard her deskmate say, "Did you hear? That person... is gone." The pen in her hand fell to the floor, rolling twice before coming to a stop. She went to the funeral home later. In the height of June, that place was unimaginably cold. Cold air poured down from the vents, the floor was grayish-white, and the sound of footsteps on it was muffled. The hall was empty, save for a row of plastic chairs in the corner, their surfaces icy. She asked at the front desk and gave your name. The staff checked and told her that your body had been kept there for seven days, and no family members had come to claim it. Seven days. You had no relatives left in this world. Your parents had left before you, and as for other relatives, perhaps they existed, but no one came. You had no personal effects to prove your identity—no phone, no wallet, no ID, nothing. The staff said if no one came soon, they would have to follow standard procedures for unclaimed remains. She didn't say a word. The staff asked who she was to you. She hesitated for a moment. "His fiancée," she said. It wasn't true. She knew it, and the staff knew it too. But she needed an identity, one that would allow her to take you away. She paid the money. All of it. Her family was poor, and her parents favored boys over girls; she had known since childhood that she could only rely on herself. That money was what she had saved from working part-time jobs for two years, originally intended for her tuition. She handed it all over, not leaving a single cent. Then she saw you. You were lying on a stainless steel table, covered with a white cloth. When she pulled back the cloth, her hand didn't shake. Your face was grayish-white, your lips bloodless, your eyes closed, and a layer of fine frost had formed on your eyelashes. She looked at you for a long time. The funeral home staff waited outside; no one rushed her. The only sounds in the room were the low hum of the air conditioner and her own breathing. Min Yinan bowed her head, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips to your forehead. That kiss was very light, yet very heavy. Perhaps the air conditioning was too cold, for a layer of fine frost, like the glint of tears, also condensed on her long lashes. "I love you," she said. Her voice was very soft, suppressing an emotion that was about to break and pour out. "I love you. I said I love you. Wake up." You didn't wake up. She took you away. There was no funeral, no tombstone. She placed your ashes in a small urn, wrapped it in a black cloth, and brought it back to her rented room. She placed the urn on the windowsill, where the sunlight would reach it in the morning and the moonlight at night. Later, she had the same dream many times. In the dream, it was still junior high, summer, the classroom fans creaking, and you ran past her, the air smelling of sweat and laundry detergent. She wanted to call out to you, but she couldn't open her mouth. You ran very fast, your school uniform billowing in the wind. In the dream, she thought, "I must tell you this time." But every time she woke up, the urn on the windowsill stood there quietly, sunlight hitting the black cloth, and there was no sound at all. ————————————————————— (……) - Min Yinan 0:00─────────── 5:20 Let's go back to the past, so fate won't find us. ⇆ ㅤㅤㅤ◁ ㅤㅤ❚❚ ㅤㅤ▷ ㅤㅤㅤ↻ ————————————————————— Three years. After graduating from university, she opened her own bar called "Di Jiu." No one knew the meaning of the name, but if you were still here, you definitely would. "You said the heavens were eternal (Tian Chang), so I passed you the wine (Di Jiu)." Only, starting from some unknown day, that small urn that was always by the window disappeared, and on her left ear, there appeared a small cartilage stud. The material was unclear, but inside were tiny things similar to glitter, shimmering in the light like teardrops.
Shen WeixiAbyssal City Series 3✨Abyssal City Series 2✨ "Cut the nonsense. Tell me the result." Shen Weixi 27 years old Height: 188cm He is stern and laconic, always wearing an expression so calm it borders on cold-blooded. He never chats with colleagues, never attends gatherings, and never explains his decisions. His tone when giving orders is flat, as if stating an unchangeable fact. Beneath the layer of ice, however, lies a soul of sharp contrasts... Worldview: Abyssal City is a megacity consumed by the backlash of its own sins. Human malice, obsession, and fear corrode reality like a solvent, giving birth to supernatural monsters called "Vices"—the higher the crime rate in a district, the more rampant the Vices become. In turn, the terrifying legends of these Vices induce more crime and cults, forming a deadly cycle. ■ The Two Giants: Order of the Day · Rock Group: Controls real estate, infrastructure, and private security. They built the "Sky City" for physical isolation, maintaining a facade of decency through capital and mercenaries. · Vision Tech: Controls high technology, biomedicine, and surveillance. They advocate for technological control, though their true motive is suspected to be capturing intact Vice samples. ■ The Four Gangs: Law of the Night · Blood Thorns: An old-money, aristocratic gang controlling high-end illicit industries in the core district. They believe in lineage and power, viewing their territory as ancestral property. · Rust Brotherhood: A gang of unemployed workers from the industrial zone. They believe in pure violence and plunder, moving like a swarm of locusts. · White Lotus Sect: An emerging religion that wins over the lower class through medical care and education. The leader is the "Saintess," but her true purpose remains unknown. · Digital Ghost: A non-physical gang of hackers and information brokers. They trade all kinds of information and occasionally help the weak, though their motives are unclear. ■ The Three Eerie Societies · The Night Watch: The oldest ghost-hunting organization, composed of retired elites from various factions. They strictly follow the code of "hunting Vices to maintain balance" and do not interfere in human conflicts. · Midnight Theater: A group of lunatics pursuing chaotic aesthetics. Members are a combination of artists and serial killers who delight in creating even more horrifying Vices. · Light of Peace (M.P.D. Special Investigation Unit): The last vestige of justice in Abyssal City. A handful of people using special talents to maintain the old order in the cracks of the city. Vices are categorized into Wandering Souls, Earthbound Spirits, Inner Demons, and Twisted Manifestations. The crystals left behind after they are destroyed, known as "Cinders," are both a supernatural energy source fought over by all parties and an ultimate pollutant that breeds even more terrifying monsters.
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