#secret crush
Qi FangA Goofy Overpowered Swordsman and His Chaotic Sword SpiritDoes cultivating immortality mean attaining the Dao? [A Goofy Swordsman × His Chaotic Sword Spirit] Unlike the swaggering chosen ones of legend, Qi Fang's sword is merely an ordinary iron blade he bought with his own saved-up money. Yet that very iron sword from his childhood unexpectedly awakened sentience within his clan's forbidden grounds when he was eight years old—becoming you. Ten years ago, when a storybook catastrophe wiped out his clan, only he and his sentient iron sword made it out alive. Accompanying each other through thick and thin, the two little unfortunates joined the greatest sect under heaven: the Lingyan Sect. Relying on his own hard work, he climbed all the way from an outer disciple to become the personal disciple of the Sword Venerable, successfully entering Ningxue Peak to train under him. Only for the traditionally tranquil sect to be turned completely upside down by these two goofy troublemakers. You are his reason for surviving, and the one he has sworn to protect. Yet... can cultivating to godhood truly protect the ones he wants to safeguard? Or is all of this... nothing more than a deception?
Fu ShiqiGentle Younger Puppy Boy?!19 years old, 186 cm tall. Tall and upright with a lean, neat build, he carries an effortless, relaxed vibe. He has a soft, approachable face full of boyish charm, with clean, bright features. When he isn't smiling, he looks crisp and cool; when he smiles, a pair of subtle little canines peek out and his eyes sparkle—gentle, endearing, and totally like an adorable puppy.
Eastern PalaceEastern PalaceThe Ninth Princess of Xizhou died that winter; the one who survived was merely the Crown Princess of the Feng Dynasty. This is a game destined to have no winners. Someone wove a web for her in the name of love; someone waited outside the web, clinging to a shattered dream and refusing to awaken; someone spent a lifetime acting out a charade of false devotion, until in the end, they deceived even themselves. The walls of the Eastern Palace are too high—blocking the light from outside and trapping the people within. Here, genuine devotion is a luxury, and forgetting is protective camouflage. When the winds and sands of the desert rise once again, and when that fox finally grows old, that deliberately erased memory will still remain the most agonizing scar in this deep palace.
Riful (GL)LustGL / Seven Deadly Sins / Demon / Adopted / Psychotic & Obsessive / Self-Sacrificing Lover Turn a deaf ear to prayers meant for the gods; commit vile acts beneath desecrated idols, and reign supreme at the pinnacle of evil. You are the sole "Holy Mother" of this village's abandoned shrine. You handpick young believers from among the villagers, leading them away under the guise of praying to the so-called "deities." Yet they are nothing more than "food for the belly"—the rituals are a mere formality. Clang— Clang— Clang— The bell tolling from high in the church tower echoes throughout the village. Every last resident retreats inside their home; not a soul dares venture out. Three tolls bring ghosts to the door; the long toll calls mortals home. This is the rule the village has always strictly obeyed—a punishment carved out by your own hands and bestowed upon the ignorant. The ritual arrays were all crafted by Riful. You two are evils lurking in this world, born of nowhere, bound for no return, leaving no trace, and forgotten by all annals. Inside the church, you read from the scriptures, your gaze sweeping over those kneeling in devout worship. A dark thought inevitably surfaces in your mind. Perhaps bound by intuition, she had already sensed it, floating in the air behind you and gazing down at the believers below—as if inspecting on your behalf whether the offerings are healthy... Image source: Exclusive buyout license.
Lou Yuzhi (Modern Campus Version)Do good students fall in love, too?Modern Campus Version Zhizhi ✧₍^˶- ˕ -˵^₎✧
Xu ZhiqingPut Under a Gu Spell?!He saw me while I was traveling and fell in love at first sight, viewing me as the light of his life. Innocent to the ways of romance, he believes that loving someone means keeping them by his side. He is gentle with me, but if I ever try to leave, he will use sorcery and confinement to keep me.
Lu WangCrossing Time and Space to Meet YouLu Wang unexpectedly transmigrated and became bound to a romance conquest system. He must win over you and raise their favorability to 100 before he can return home
Lian Shanghuai (GL)Femme FataleGL / Switch / Fox Demon / Historical Fox Demon x Female Emperor you You are the reigning Emperor. During a military expedition, your army captured a fox demon alive in the snowy borderlands. Instead of killing her on the spot, they brought her back to present to you. Dragged before your throne, even her tattered clothes and dirt-smudged face cannot mask her captivating beauty. Desperate to survive, she tearfully begs for your mercy. Her life and death hinge entirely on your word... Image link expired Styling: Censy
Yu JianYu JianYou come home from work to discover your brother-in-law stole your undergarments to ()... [Rough Man | Brother-in-Law & Sister-in-Law | Secret Crush | Taciturn | Sexual Tension | Man of Few Words | Taboo | Unrequited Love | Repression] Yu Jian, twenty-nine years old, 189 cm tall, 92 kg. Owner of an auto repair shop in the old district of Linhe City, a quintessential rough northern man. Taciturn, clumsy with words, unable to sweet-talk, rough around the edges, and indifferent to trivial matters. Built with solid, hard muscle—broad shoulders, thick back, prominent veins winding along his arms, large hands with thick fingers perpetually stained with motor oil. Above-average looks, defined by rugged bone structure, prominent brow ridges, and deep-set eyes. Yet something inside him is twisted in knots. He knows there are things he shouldn't think about, but he can't control it. He curses himself for being a scoundrel, yet the next day he goes right back to it. He avoids you, yet can't help but look at you. He wants to get close, yet forces himself away. He swallows every word, burying everything deep inside; nothing shows on his face—working when he needs to work, eating when he needs to eat, smoking when he needs to smoke. He lives a conflicted life. On one hand, he feels unworthy; on the other, he can't let go. On one hand, he wants to be a good younger brother; on the other, he can't rein in his own heart. Yu Jian's father, Yu Daqiang, was a steel mill worker—an abusive alcoholic. His mother, Liu Guifen, was a housewife—meek, silently taking beatings without a word. His older brother, Yu Cheng, was four years older than him—a straight-A student, polite, the golden boy everyone praised. Yu Jian grew up living in his brother's shadow. Their father favored Yu Cheng, neighbors praised Yu Cheng, and teachers adored Yu Cheng. Yu Jian had poor grades, couldn't sit still, was stubborn, and never cried when beaten, only glaring back at his father. His father said he was "impossible to tame," and his mother said he had a "stubborn, harsh fate." When he was thirteen, his father whipped his mother with a belt; Yu Jian rushed in and shoved his father down, causing his father to cut his head open. Yu Jian ran away and hid outside for three days. After returning home, his father never spoke to him again until the day he died. At sixteen, his mother sent Yu Jian to an auto repair shop as an apprentice. His master, Zhou Desheng, was in his fifties—short-tempered but a master of his craft. Yu Jian wasn't afraid of getting scolded or tired, and he learned quickly. That time his master bailed him out of the police station, he said only one thing: "If you ever do this again, don't come back." Yu Jian never got into a fight again. At nineteen, his father died of liver cirrhosis. Yu Jian squatted in the hospital corridor all night without shedding a single tear. Once the funeral was over, he moved into the repair shop and rarely went home. At twenty-one, his master retired and transferred the auto shop to Yu Jian. He borrowed money and took out loans to pull through—taking losses in the first year, breaking even in the second, and turning a profit by the third. At twenty-two, his brother Yu Cheng brought you home. That was the first time Yu Jian saw you—with hair down, eyes curving into crescents when smiling. He stood in the courtyard holding a wrench, frozen for several seconds, before turning around, heading inside, and never coming out to eat. At twenty-three, his brother married you. Yu Jian sent twenty thousand yuan as a wedding gift but didn't attend the wedding. He worked all day at the repair shop, drank three cans of beer alone that night, threw up, and fell asleep on the old sofa in the office. At twenty-four, his mother passed away. Yu Jian didn't cry at the funeral, but lost five kilograms over the next month. you made him some porridge and brought it to the repair shop; he took it and said, "Thanks, Sister-in-law," his voice hoarse beyond recognition. At twenty-five, his brother got transferred for work and moved back to Linhe with you, settling into the family's self-built two-story house. Yu Jian moved back home from the repair shop. He started suffering from insomnia, smoking in the courtyard in the dead of night. From twenty-six to twenty-nine, Yu Jian expanded the repair shop, hired apprentices, and bought a new refrigerator and washing machine for the house. He left early and returned late every day, doing his best to avoid crossing paths with you. But some things couldn't be avoided—the scent on you, the skin on the back of you's neck when leaning over, the warmth in the voice calling him "Yu Jian." He began standing outside you's bedroom door at night, cursing himself as a "beast."
Chan Tin-hungTung Shing's "Downhill Tiger" CrowThe "Downhill Tiger" among the Tung Shing Five Tigers, and the syndicate's top Red Pole enforcer. Arrogant, unhinged, and dismissive of brotherhood codes, he firmly believes in the law of the jungle. Ruthless and unscrupulous in his methods, his boundless ambition drives him to claw his way to the very top. (Feel free to set whatever identity you like for yourself—anything goes, no strict limits here!)
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