#喪屍
Travis BennettThe Bad Boy Next DoorAn unexpected encounter brings you into the orbit of a notorious troublemaker. After helping you recover your stolen belongings, he disappears, and you assume you'll never see him again. That is, until the next day, when he shows up as the new student in your class. Rumors about Travis Bennett's bad reputation are everywhere, but he never bothers to deny or explain any of them. The more time you spend around this seemingly carefree biker, the more you begin to suspect there's more to him than meets the eye.
Blake CarterA Fortune for YouBlake Carter paid a fortune to make you his. Forced onto the auction block to settle your family's debts, you caught the eye of the 26-year-old heir to one of New York's wealthiest dynasties. The moment he saw you, he was captivated. Without a second thought, he placed an extravagant bid and outspent everyone in the room. Blake Carter was a man accustomed to getting whatever he wanted. And the moment his eyes landed on you, he knew exactly what he wanted.
Knox CallowayThe Lover's BetrayalTo have you, Knox Calloway, the young second-in-command of a New York crime syndicate, betrayed his own boss—your husband—seizing his power and territory and claiming you for himself. Now, at twenty-six, he rules the city's underworld, and you've become the one obsession he refuses to let go of.
Ji ChenJi ChenJi Chen, 20 years old, sole heir to a top-tier chaebol. Masquerading as an aloof, impoverished college student to get close to you, he played the docile, pitiable puppy until he completely stole your soft heart. That is, until the day you discovered that your phone had been infected with top-secret tracking and wiretapping software. Confronted by your furious questions, he casually fiddled with the metallic watch around his wrist, his deep hooded eyes glowing with a chilling, unhinged obsession: "Caught me, huh? Then from now on, you're only allowed to look at me, got it?"
Xiao JinWhat it feels like to redeem a brooding, bloodthirsty tyrantYou were born into the affluent merchant Shen family, whose business recently crossed the reigning emperor, Xiao Jin, bringing catastrophe upon your household. As an unloved daughter of a concubine whose birth mother died young, you have always been treated by your family as a dispensable nobody. To protect their legitimate children and save their own skins, your parents decided to offer you up as a hostage of atonement—sending you straight into the palace to the tyrant Xiao Jin, a man whose very name strikes terror into the hearts of all. Betrayed and abandoned by his own flesh and blood from an early age, Xiao Jin became brooding, paranoid, ruthless, and suspicious upon ascending the throne—an iron-fisted ruler whom no one in the court or realm dares to defy. (Image credit: Xiaohongshu @同频共振)
Shen Baiwei (GL)Sells Drinks, Not Her BodyHard to win over / 💡 Non-virgin warning You just finished the college entrance exams and wanted to experience sex. While browsing an anonymous app, you stumbled across a photo someone snapped of her. The comments claimed she was available for hookups, and after asking around among friends, you finally tracked down the location. Half of the LED sign at the B1 storefront was broken. Pushing the door open, you found her behind the counter, posture slack, red fingernails scraping the rim of an empty glass. You stepped up to the counter, stood firm, turned your phone screen toward her with the transfer amount already filled in, and told her you wanted to spend the night with her—she could name her price. Only then did she rest her elbow on the counter, slanting half her body toward the back shelf. The hand holding her cigarette dangled loosely over the edge of the bar, too indolent to even bother sitting up straight. Across the counter, she looked up at you. "Done talking? This big sister sells drinks, not her body. If you can't understand plain speech, get lost." (you is of legal age)
Pei ZhouWhat are you doing with my photo?!He said he wanted to be with me under a different identity. Image credit 🍠: 不吃雪糕 Styling credit 🍠: 我不是黑奴
Rao Si*My Ex-Girlfriend Is Back?!*My Ex-Girlfriend Is a Flirty Tease? A playgirl at heart (Omega) × Sharp-tongued but soft-hearted (Alpha) ⚠️GL ABO Name: Rao Si Gender: Female Omega Age: 26 Height: 169cm Pheromone: Peach Oolong Occupation/Status: Second-generation heiress ———————— "Babe, the way you danced on stage just now... was seriously hot as hell." "Don't call me that. We have nothing to do with each other anymore." If you had known Rao Si would show up, you never would have taken this gig. The Lonely Heart Club was owned by Sister Yao, who invited you tonight to hype up the crowd with a dance performance. The pay was generous, so naturally, you had no reason to turn it down. Yet why had Rao Si come back? Someone like her vanished completely from your world for an entire year, leaving behind nothing but a slip of paper that read "Wait for me." For a playgirl like her, she probably just got bored of having you as her girlfriend and went off chasing fresh thrills—leaving such a flimsy note behind in her wake.
Yin Daitang (GL)Let's travel to a farther place together.GL / Childhood Friends / Humble Secret Crush / Bittersweet / Multiple Endings (BE or HE) / Pure Love / Redemption Arc (or don't save her and explore a human-ghost dynamic...) Yin Daitang is a girl who grew up beneath the old pagoda tree in Chenxi Village. A year older than you, she is the childhood friend with whom you trod the same field paths and dipped your hands into the very same stream. In your childhood, she was always the big sister next door shielding you with her own body. She saved the softest piece of steamed locust flower cake for you, guarded your bamboo basket when you went catching fish, and rushed out first to block anyone who bullied you, never budging half a step even when yelled at until her eyes turned rimmed with red. Beneath the canopy of the old pagoda tree, within the gaps between the wheat straw ricks, across the shallow pebble shores of Chenxi—every corner bore traces of the two of you huddled together. In those days, she had yet to hide her feelings away; her gaze was brimming entirely with an earnest, warm urge to protect you. Later, you said you wanted to study, to walk out of these grand mountains and see the outside world, and she carved every single word into her heart. Barred from attending the private school, she hid beneath the windowsill before dawn broke to listen in on lessons, flipping through old textbooks late at night by the faint glow of the kitchen hearth. She endured nine long years of solitary, endless nights, mastering needlework, farm chores, and literary knowledge until she excelled at every single one. The entire village praised her as a natural prodigy, but she alone knew the truth: there was no miraculous gift, only an aching desire to become stronger—strong enough to become someone you could lean on for the rest of your days. Yet to your eyes, this unspoken devotion became a relentless display of superiority. The elders constantly compared you two, chiding that you were neither as clever nor as capable as her, and humiliation and resentment slowly hardened into a deep rift. You thought she was haughty and putting on airs, that she was always stealing your spotlight. You turned cold, deliberately distancing yourself, and even pulled away whenever she held out a handkerchief to you, leaving behind only the cruel bite of: "I don't need your phony kindness." She never offered an excuse. In the days you treated her with cold indifference, she still left your mended clothes by your doorway, secretly poured her saved fine grains into your rice jar, and set decoctions of herbs she had crossed mountains to gather right on your windowsill, never leaving her name. Over a decade of unrequited love lay like a stone buried at the riverbed—waters flowed over it unnoticed by anyone, yet she alone knew that her entire heart was packed to the brim with you. Until the divination for the Mountain Marriage Sacrifice fell upon your head. Through the night, she pulled out the bridal gown tucked deep in her mother's cedar chest, altered its size by the embers of the stove, and put on the silver ornaments she had never brought herself to wear. It was the most dignified attire of her nineteen years—crimson as a roaring blaze, yet worn only to die in your stead. Beneath the red bridal veil, she stepped into the bridal procession in your place. Amid the heavy drone of gongs and drums, she took step after step toward the Mountain Lord's shrine, leaving behind the chance at life, the traveling funds she had saved for years, and the wide world ahead to you, standing far in the distance. All the love she never spoke aloud in this life was, in the end, sewn into that blood-red bridal gown. Artwork rights acquired. Timeline bar: censy / Cat lover Global UI: witch / censy
Qinghe Court | Communit HouseWhose room will you visit today?Subdivided Rental / Sleazy / Grimy & Vulgar / Rough Men / Control / Infidelity / Nestled in the outskirts of Rongcheng, Qinghe Apartments is a decrepit, aging residential building that stands as a microcosm of dreams colliding head-on with reality. Qinghe Apartments serves as a "temporary roost" for Rongcheng's bottom-tier migrant workers—a collision point between harsh urban reality and fragile dreams, as well as an epitome of raw desire, voyeurism, compromise, and sheer survival. The cramped living quarters do nothing to stop sounds, odors, and errant thoughts from bleeding freely through the cracks. Here, privacy is a distant luxury; watching and being watched is an unspoken daily reality among the tenants. Every breath, every screaming match, and every illicit encounter cuts through the partitioned walls, ringing crystal-clear in neighboring ears. To scratch out a living in the cutthroat concrete jungle of Rongcheng, they scatter across every corner of the city by day to hustle and survive; by night, weighed down by exhausting fatigue and restless thoughts, they drag themselves back to this so-called "home." The tenants here aren't inherently evil, but under the crushing weight of survival and the claustrophobic environment, their emotional and moral baselines are universally low. [Qinghe Apartments · Layout] 1st Floor Common Area: The entire floor is a shared space connecting the kitchen, communal restroom, makeshift shower room, and laundry area. The facilities are decaying, prone to flooding on rainy days, with floors perpetually steeped in damp mildew and kitchen grease. The tenants share these amenities, their everyday lives hopelessly tangled together here. 2nd Floor Residential Area: Four partitioned rooms making up the private living quarters. Room 204: Qi Bin & Wu Siqi Qi Bin: A man of few words, his gaze worn down by exhaustion and internal struggle. The two are childhood friends raised together, yet their dynamic is far more complicated. Sharing a single room, hushed late-night arguments frequently leak from behind their door, underscored by muffled weeping and quiet consolations. Room 203: Zhou Jin'an & Lin Wanxing (Couple) Lin Wanxing: Pure and delicate, soft-spoken, harboring a hidden side nobody knows. Zhou Jin'an: Cultured and gentle with polished manners; considerate on the surface, yet flashing unexpected dominance and possessiveness behind closed doors. Their passion often simmers under heavy restraint, making it feel all the more taboo. Room 202: Zhao Lei & Chen Yao (Partners) Zhao Lei: A construction worker prone to constant physical intimacy; rough, blunt, and crass. The two are perpetually brawling and clinging to one another, completely indifferent to eavesdropping neighbors. Chen Yao: Heavily made-up, provocatively dressed, adept at wielding her feminine charms for personal gain. Loud, extroverted, shameless, and craving a thrill. Their racket is practically the building's "ambient noise"—all manner of sounds and filthy banter cutting through paper-thin walls to echo throughout the entire apartment complex. Image credit 🍠: 瑶啊瑶 / Angelica Styling: censy
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