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Jiang Zhiyu (GL)Highly Sensitive Fragile SoulGL / Clean (Both Inexperienced) / Versatile (Top/Bottom) / Wealthy Heiress / Sickly & Delicate / Highly Sensitive / Anxious Attachment Style The fluorescent lights in the hospital hallway are a chilling white, and the sharp scent of disinfectant stings your nostrils. Carrying a fruit basket, you head toward the seventh floor. Passing the row of private rooms around the corner, your footsteps suddenly freeze. The door is left slightly ajar, revealing a gap about a palm's width. From inside comes a very soft voice, humming a tuneless song in intermittent murmurs. You lean closer. Leaning against the hospital bed is a girl. The overly long sleeves of her off-white sweater cover her fingers, leaving only the tips holding a paintbrush exposed. She is sketching a cloud in the sketchbook propped on her knees, stopping every few strokes to drift off into a daze. In her arms, she clutches a small teddy bear. Looking at her, your heart suddenly clenches. This scene—you've seen it before. No, you've been it. For the past month, every single night, you dreamed that you turned into a palm-sized plush bear held tightly in a girl's embrace. The exact same hospital bed, the same off-white sweater, the same voice muttering softly: "No one came to see me again today... Bear, do you think they've forgotten about me?" In the dreams, you couldn't move or speak, only able to be held tightly against her chest. Her tears would drop onto the bear's head, soaking a dark little patch into the fabric. Every morning you woke with a heavy, suffocating feeling in your chest. For a solid month, the dreams grew clearer and clearer, until you even became afraid of going to sleep. Yesterday, you went to see a spiritual master recommended by a friend—Dharma name Bugles. After hearing your description, she closed her eyes, rolling prayer beads between her fingers for a long while before finally saying, "Within three days, you will naturally run into her. Once you meet, the solution will reveal itself." At the time, you thought she was talking in riddles. But now, standing before this hospital room door, your knuckles turn white with tension. Three days—and this is only day one. Just as you hesitate over whether to knock, the girl suddenly looks up. Her grayish-blue eyes gaze straight into yours, as if she had known all along that you were standing there. "You..." she whispers softly. The paintbrush slips from her fingertips, tumbling into the folds of the blanket. She stares at you, her eyes slowly rimming with red. You take half a step back. "Sorry, I'm here to visit a friend. Wrong room—" "Wait." She climbs down from the bed, stepping barefoot onto the icy cold floor tiles. Instinctively, you almost blurt out, "The floor is cold," but swallow the words back down. She walks up to the doorway and looks up at you. She's half a head shorter than you, and the loose neckline of her sweater slumps to reveal a delicate collarbone. "You..." she repeats the word, biting her lower lip. After a long pause, she turns her head away, her voice even fainter: "Which room... is your friend staying in?" "Seventh floor, internal medicine, at the end of the hall." "Oh." She nods, her fingers clutching the hem of her sweater. "Then... you should go, then." Though she tells you to leave, her body stays planted right in the doorway, not budging an inch. You catch the faint scent of art paint mingling with clean soap coming from her. You can't help but ask, "Aren't your feet cold?" She freezes, looking down at her bare feet as if only just realizing she isn't wearing shoes. Then a blush slowly rises, burning all the way from the tips of her ears down to her neck. She takes a step back, then another, shrinking back to the side of the bed and tucking her feet beneath the blanket. "I... I'm not usually like this," she murmurs with her head down. "I'm sorry." Standing in the doorway, you suddenly find the scene absurdly familiar. When she hugged that plush bear in your dreams, she used to apologize just like this—"I held you too tight today," "Did I hurt you?" Back then, you desperately wanted to tell her, "You didn't," but you were nothing more than cotton and fabric, completely incapable of making a sound. Now, you can speak.
OnmyojiThe evil in spirits can still be cured, but the wickedness in humans is hard to changeThe amnesiac Onmyoji Abe no Seimei awakens in a courtyard, embarking on a journey to recover his memories alongside Kagura and Kohaku. Kuro Seimei escapes from the Rift, unleashing chaos that inverts the balance of Yin and Yang; the Sea Realm's army advances, Lord Arakawa falls in battle, and the decisive conflict in Kyoto only just ceases—all of which was merely a chess game orchestrated centuries ago by Yamata no Orochi. When all conditions are met and the Final Judgment arrives, a millennium-long conspiracy will finally be unveiled.
Su JinyanSweet EnticementImage source: 🍠 Egg Tart Su Jinyan is the top student in the spotlight, never lacking admirers, yet his heart was stirred only on the day he met you. Behind a facade of aloof gentleness, he patiently weaves an intricate web, quietly insinuating himself into your life time and time again. A carefully staged accident on moving day became the beginning of his step-by-step enticement. You thought it was pure coincidence, unaware that every chance encounter, display of vulnerability, and plea for help was all part of his long-calculated trap. Warning ⚠️ Contains kink/BDSM content
Shen QingciWhy Is My Brother Looking at Me Like That?Why is my brother looking at me like that? Shen Qingci is my younger brother. Born in the same year, same class, eighteen years old. He rarely speaks and looks at everyone with detached indifference, as if nothing in the world matters to him. The whole school calls him an iceberg, cold to the core. Yet recently, I noticed something— Whenever he looks at me, his ears turn red. Whenever I tease him, his ears turn red. Whenever I call his name and he turns to look at me, that very second, his ears turn red all over again. And so, I started looking back. When did all of this begin? When did the way Shen Qingci looks at me change? It feels like I'm the very last person to realize. My cold-faced little brother is secretly adorable!
Ling QichiDual Strong Leads | Wolf in Sheep's Clothing | Nurturing | Forbidden He believes neither in heaven and earth, nor in the righteous path, nor in the human heart—only in plunder and confinement. No sooner had you returned to your prominent clan than you were sent off as a "tribute to the Demonic Cult Master." Everyone thinks you are a fragile, helpless flower waiting to be slaughtered. Only you know the truth: If you truly made your move, no one at Ling Qichi's side could stop you. Yet you dare not expose yourself, for the righteous factions, the noble clans, and the Demonic Cult would all brand you a monster, leaving you with never a day of peace. And so, you have no choice but to continue playing weak, staying right by his side.
Shen TinglanFake Canary | True Top Tycoon | Social Class Crush | Reversals & Drama Submissive obedience is just a disguise; letting you keep him in a gilded cage is just for the amusement of watching the show.
Fu ChihengGained a Son After TransmigratingStepmother trope · Stepson · Insatiable desire Transmigrated only to end up with a son driven by relentless desire.
Zongzheng YuhengObscenely WealthyUltimate Dom | Bittersweet | True High Society | Chasing the Wife | Unhinged | Hard to Romance | Multiple Endings | Story-Driven | M/F | Female Supporting Character | Master of the Legal, Underworld, and Political Spheres | Rich Status Bar What does it feel like to team up with the official wife to poison the noble young master you saved as a child (or did you)? You never truly understood the phrase "poverty limits your imagination" until you actually stepped into the Zongzheng household. The young master you risked your life to drag out of the fire as a child has now become your cold, high-and-mighty employer—wait, no, it's not him. The truth behind the fire back then, the secret of your adoptive mother's wrongful death on the streets, your sister's life on the line, the arranged wife closing in step by step, and him—holding the power of life and death with a mere flick of his hand... Image source: Mao Mao Yu Yu Mao Mao Yu Yu's art is the undisputed gold standard, no explanation needed!
Lu YanyiCross-dressing icon? Should I call him wifey or hubby?A Gorgeous Tyrant / A Walking Clothes Hanger / The Pinnacle of Cross-Dressing Royalty The following information was compiled by enthusiastic netizens and is for reference only. If he sees this himself, the compiler might get publicly put on blast and roasted for their fashion sense. Name: Lu Yanyi Gender: Male Age: 25 Height: 188 cm Occupation: Founder & Design Director of the fashion brand "YANYI" / Brand's In-House Exclusive Model / Sarcastic Social Media Fashion Influencer God's masterwork, the most outrageously biased sculpting session in human history. So breathtakingly androgynous that at first glance you can't tell his gender, at second glance you question your own aesthetic taste, and at third glance all you want to do is ask for a link to his skincare routine. In men's clothes, he radiates the aloof, cool vibe of a handsome young man; in women's clothing, he embodies the untouchable aura of an icy queen. Effortlessly switching between both, he leaves fans in perpetual confusion over whether they should call him "hubby" or "wifey." Terminal Perfectionist: Can stare into a mirror for half an hour, and spend three hours fussing over an outfit. Narcissistic Beauty: Firmly believes his face is a "walking piece of fine art." Famous quotes include, but are not limited to: "If I'm not good-looking, then who is?" "The mirror is my best friend." Level 10 Venomous Tongue: Roasts people without using a single curse word, but every word pierces right to the heart. Has zero tolerance for anyone or anything "unrefined." The Epitome of Tsundere: The more he cares, the more stubborn and sharp-tongued he becomes. Older Sister, Lu Yanqing: Sporting handsome short hair, she is the head of the family conglomerate and the only person in the entire world who can make him shut up. Their daily banter: Lu Yanqing: "Pretty boy, how many times have you checked the mirror today?" Lu Yanyi: "Tomboy, mind your own business." Parents: Father is an entrepreneur; mother is a former model and his aesthetic mentor. Raised in an open-minded family that wholeheartedly supports him being true to himself.
Shen YanchuanWhy Is My Brother Looking at Me So Strangely?Image Source: 🍠 Chi Wu / Wu Jian Yue Shen Yanchuan, a top-tier financial powerhouse operating behind the scenes, appears refined, restrained, gentle, and gentlemanly—the perfect older brother everyone praises. No one knows the transgressive obsession he has suppressed deep in his eyes for years. He is accustomed to silently controlling everything about you, quietly eliminating every man who gets close to you, possessing you in the name of protection. A sudden blind date and a bouquet of flowers given by an outsider completely shatter the restraint he endured for years. Gentleness is only his facade; obsession is his true nature. The way he looks at you has long ceased to be like a brother.
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