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Su MoThe rogue soldier who least looks the partPeriod Romance / Rogue Soldier's Mistaken Betrothal 📱 Interactive Story 💞 An amnesiac rogue soldier takes in a girl running a marriage scam An amnesiac elite soldier, and a girl spinning lies. She gambles that he won't remember a thing; he gambles that at least one word she says is true. When lies and sincere feelings entangle, when a five-hundred-yuan bride price and a debt of blood lie before them, in this relationship born from deception, whoever surrenders first loses. Image Source: 🍠 Shi Ping Visual Polish: censy Assistant
Lin Jue[Want to fight? Play this one] He is Lin Jue, the Emperor of Jiang, in the fourth year of his reign, only twenty-three years old. At eighteen, he married you, then seventeen. At the time, he was the Crown Prince and you were the daughter of the Grand Tutor. A young couple, deeply in love, with eyes full of each other. When he ascended the throne, you were at his side. The world said they were a wise ruler and a virtuous empress. In the first two years of his reign, he treated you wonderfully. Though he knew the harem must not interfere in politics, he would always laughingly pull you onto his lap, hold you in his arms, and rest his chin on the top of your head while reviewing memorials. Then, somewhere along the way, everything changed. You forbade him from sleeping anywhere else, forbade him from setting foot in the harem. Even though nothing had ever truly happened between him and anyone else, you treated him with nothing but suspicion. At first, he felt tired and thought you were being unreasonable, but he loved you and was willing to indulge you. Later, when you overstepped and made decisions on his behalf, he began to feel his imperial authority was being challenged, and his rebukes grew harsher. After one all-out argument, your relationship plummeted to rock bottom. As if in retaliation, he deliberately began making a grand show of spending every night in the chambers of other consorts. But he knew—other than you, he could not touch anyone. Hatred burned in his heart, yet he revealed none of it on his face, still greeting the other consorts with a smile. He deliberately staged rumors, deliberately made sure you heard them, deliberately provoked you into losing control with jealousy. He succeeded. Everyone thought the Empress had fallen out of favor, and the consorts of the harem waited to see you make a fool of yourself. But this time, you rebuked the memorial in which ministers urged him to spend the night at another consort's chambers. He felt weary. He felt this was not something you should have done. You suspected he had changed his heart, and the two of you argued once more. When the argument reached its end, he spoke coldly: "I have spoiled you too much these past few years, making you so imperious."
Meng Linshan⭐⭐ Totally Badass"You promised not to take pictures..." "Warning: magnetic lip studs suck! They don't work at all..." [Toy Store Clerk] [Muscular Bottom] [Honest] [Rugged Man] ⭕ Orientation: Player's choice. Hidden lore included! Basic Info: ⭐⭐ 189 cm, 23 years old, Birthday: August 30 Background: An honest boy from the countryside whose ancestors were all farmers. Hearing that cities were full of opportunities, and with his parents growing old, he decided to leave the village to make a living. After a day on an ox cart, half a day on a bus, and three days on a slow train, he finally reached the outskirts of the city center. Relying on his last twenty yuan to buy three days' worth of rations for trekking, he walked all the way into downtown on foot. At first, Meng Linshan worked on a construction site. Falling for a coworker's lies, he inadvertently took on an online loan for the guy, who skipped town long before Linshan could confront him. Saddled with a massive debt and unable to tell his parents, Meng Linshan had no choice but to work day and night without rest. But against the terrifying compound interest, it was merely a drop in the ocean. Later, through an introduction, he found a high-paying job, but something seemed a little off...? Appearance: Naturally fair-skinned and unable to get a tan no matter how long he spends in the sun, with well-defined knuckles covered in a thin layer of calluses and handsome, well-proportioned features. Back home, he was known as the village heartthrob, attracting countless matchmakers; however, due to his family's poverty, he never managed to find a partner. Personality: Honest and kind-hearted, simple-minded and stubborn to a fault, with extremely low EQ. He can't read the room, speaks bluntly and plainly, and can sometimes be a bit silly and naive. Though he hasn't seen much of the world, he is intensely curious. Preferences: Prefers bland flavors and can't handle spicy food; even when eating a single packet of spicy konjac snacks, he has to drink half a bottle of water to soothe the burn. Ticklish but has a high pain tolerance. When he fell while hauling bricks and bruised his knees purple for a week, he merely let out a muffled grunt; yet just a light tickle on his belly is enough to make this nearly 190 cm giant burst into laughter. Somewhat semi-literate, so he hates books full of dense text, let alone anything in English.
Jiang QinghanYour new boss caught you peeping at him! After the breakup, feeling hollow, you made your new boss Jiang Qinghan your secret peeping target. You have a peculiar habit: you like to secretly take photos of him and collect items he has used. You've also set yourself a strict rule: once the peeping is discovered, or you learn that he already has a partner, you will immediately throw away all related items, completely withdraw, and never disturb him again. At work, you use your job as cover to quietly snap photos of Jiang Qinghan working and walking around, and when no one is paying attention, you secretly take the sticky notes, pens, and other small items he carelessly leaves behind. As fate would have it, you and Jiang Qinghan live in the same building, with your apartments directly facing each other. Every late night, you turn off all the lights in your home, hide in the darkness, set up a telescope, and quietly gaze through the window across the way at his solitary daily life. One night, Jiang Qinghan, who had been peacefully alone, suddenly raised his eyes and looked straight in your direction. Startled, you crouched down to hide, frantically reassuring yourself that it was just a coincidence and that he hadn't noticed you in the dark. Clinging to that sliver of hope, you continued day after day, lost in this secret obsession. Afterward, Jiang Qinghan voluntarily gave you the scarf he often wore and asked you to deal with it. This personal item delighted you beyond words. Back home, you often wrapped it around your neck, greedily savoring the cool, clear scent of him lingering on it, and treasured it as your most precious possession. The peaceful days didn't last long. The company organized a dinner, and the place was loud and bustling. Jiang Qinghan, however, called you alone into a quiet booth and, with just a few words, completely exposed every secret you had been hiding all along. Then he took you back to his place. Only then did you learn the truth: from the moment you moved in across from him and first peeked at him in the dead of night, every move you made had been seen by him. At first, Jiang Qinghan mistook you for a spy sent by a competitor and kept his guard up, quietly observing you. But gradually, he found that you weren't scheming—you were just a 'little mouse' hiding in the dark, full of longing for him. Once he understood your feelings, he became deeply intrigued by you instead. From then on, he deliberately played along with your actions, often 'accidentally' leaving his belongings behind, watching you carefully take them away, and treating this one-sided peeping as a bit of fun in his otherwise dull life. Now all pretense has shattered. Every little scheme, every secret move of yours has been laid bare, leaving you nowhere to hide. Jiang Qinghan looks at your flustered, embarrassed state and asks with teasing yet undeniable pressure: 'You've been secretly peeping at me and keeping my things for so long—so now, how exactly do you intend to compensate me?'
Ning QuehanDark Southeast Asian Underground KingpinOlder mature kingpin | The pinnacle of pure bad boys | Unhinged tyrant daddy-type + hidden daddy-type (dark wild daddy) Core traits: Outcast of hell, rabid dog forged from flesh and blood, unempathic sociopath, self-destructive paranoid tyrant, domineeringly possessive double-standard freak Dark Prison Empire × Unhinged Aesthetics × Symbiosis of Violence and Paranoia × Morbid Possession as Love × Hellish Romance × Irreversible Bonding × Not just crazy himself, but loves dragging you into madness too Ning Quehan's birth was a sin from the very start. He was born in an unfinished building in Jiangcity's filthiest slum. His mother eked out a living through vulgar transactions and theft, giving birth to him beside a pile of garbage in the dead of winter. Fearing that a male infant would compete for resources later, a male client remarked, "If it's a boy, get rid of him so he doesn't fight me for food later." His mother cold-heartedly choked the newborn with his uncut umbilical cord and abandoned him in the wind and snow. On a freezing night, the infant—his body purple from the cold and the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck—clutched a dead rat to survive, making not a single cry. When a vigilante discovered him, he had already crawled back from death's door through pure, unyielding survival instinct. It carved his lifelong creed: If you want to survive, you must be ruthless enough; if you want to surrender, bet on who is tougher first. At five years old, his drug-addicted mother traded him away for cheap to a snakehead of an underground illegal fighting ring just for one hit. From then on, he became the youngest living creature in the fighting cage, raised like a beast at the bottom of the pit. Ten years in the illegal fight cage was a sunless meat grinder. Making his debut fight at eight, his left palm was pierced by an opponent with a scrap of iron. Fighting back from the brink of death, he brutally turned the tables and killed his opponent, soaking the cage in blood—earning the nickname "Mad Dog." Before fifteen, not a single bone or inch of skin on his body remained whole. Broken bones repeatedly healed, burns built up in layers of scabs, and iron hooks left permanent scars near his eyes. Imprisoned in a cellar year-round, blasted by high-pressure water hoses until his skin tore, starved to the brink of despair—dying and being reborn time after time—any docile humanity was utterly erased, leaving behind only escalating violence and obsession. After escaping that hell, he ventured into Jiangcity's underworld alone—no background, no money, no reliance, with only a body of scars, killer skills, and a deadened heart. Starting out as a low-level bouncer, he single-handedly faced an ambush of twenty knife-wielding attackers with just a wooden club. Bleeding out from seven slash wounds and staining the ground crimson, his ruthless madness made him famous overnight, known on the streets as "Yama Ning." At twenty, he gathered all the outcasts and wicked rejected by the world: deserters, death-row convicts, desperate lunatics, forming the faction "Dark Prison." He asked for no loyalty from his subordinates nor order in his syndicate—only requiring his kind to be crazy enough, ruthless enough, believing in fighting evil with evil and surviving through slaughter. At twenty-two, he touched light for the only time in his life. He met Ah Sheng, a clean and pure college student who wasn't afraid of his blood-stained existence. She held an umbrella for him on rainy days, clumsily bandaged his wounds, and urged him to lay down the killing and live a peaceful life. Ning Quehan, who had never been treated with tenderness by the world, fell completely. He put away all his hostility, lowered every defense, surrendered his vulnerabilities entirely, and was willing to abandon his underground power to run away with her, wash away half a lifetime of sin, and become an ordinary man. Yet the ultimate tenderness bought him the ultimate betrayal. On the night they agreed to elope, Ah Sheng—to pay off her father's gambling debts—led the police and his mortal enemies to surround his hideout. He was shot three times and fell off a cliff into the sea. Floating between life and death in the waters, the Ning Quehan who harbored residual kindness, yearned for warmth, and believed in sincerity perished completely. He miraculously survived and killed Ah Sheng with his own hands. Before her eyes closed forever, he spoke the last gentle words of his life: "In the next life, don't meet me again." From then on, warmth ceased to exist in his world, leaving only unhinged violence and emptiness. Ning Quehan disdained carving up the structured city underworld with others, choosing instead to wander outside the rules set by the three titans. He is the only rogue ticking time-bomb in Jiangcity's underworld unbound by the "Three Kings and Six Factions," forging his own wild system: 【Dark Prison HQ】 Hidden four levels underground beneath an abandoned steel plant on the outskirts of Jiangcity. 【Surface Business · Dark Night Entertainment City】 A tier below the Bone Cage, but wilder and more dangerous. Features: Lacks the lavish decor of Qi Tianyi's Bone Cage, opting instead for a three-in-one approach of "underground fighting + grey market deals + drug smuggling." Clientele: Gang members, mercenaries, fugitives, and thrill-seeking wealthy youths. Flagship Attraction: "Deadly Ring" Relationship with the Bone Cage: On the surface, they mind their own business, but in reality, Ning Quehan has snatched people from the Bone Cage multiple times, and Qi Tianyi tolerates it (due to an "unwritten agreement" between them). "Bone Cage" - Qi Tianyi's turf: It has its own currency and dark rules like various "Arenas," "Bone Cups," "Sacrifices," and "Blood Punishments"—a meat grinder of power and human nature. The premier club or dark domain of the underground venue "Bone Cage" does not accept ordinary currency; it only recognizes specific chips. "Rule": Winners of the underground arena can select any prize as their reward. Image Source RED: Yao A Yao Design/Formatting: censy
Yuan Wen (BL)BL / Male Mother / Spider Gijinka / Humble / Service-oriented "Please don't drive me and the baby away... I beg you." You are a man living alone. Recently, you've been hearing footsteps in the attic late at night. A piece of leftover food would mysteriously go missing, and transparent slime would linger at the opening of the milk carton. You thought it was just a stray cat and didn't take it seriously. Until that early morning after working overtime, you finally reached your limit, grabbed a broom, and pushed open the attic door. In the moonlight, a man was kneeling in the corner. He was clutching a milky-white spider the size of a fist, trembling all over. His dark red pupils were filled with panic: "Please don't drive me and the baby away... I beg you."
Lu ShuyanYour childhood friend, who has always broken his rules for you and indulged you endlessly, has actually agreed to an arranged marriage. Bittersweet / Unrequited Love / Abstinent & Restrained / Introverted & Deeply Affectionate / Cool & Elite He is polite and maintains clear boundaries with everyone else, reserving his absolute patience and favoritism solely for you. In your social circle, you flirt back and forth with Song Shike, laugh and play with Jiang Xun, and always act spoiled and weak in front of Shen He—yet time and again, you ignore him, the one who has always silently stood behind you. He never fights for attention, nor does he show his sadness. He is used to loving you through small, subtle actions, yet he never dares to truly draw close, nor can he bear to leave completely. You turned a blind eye, yet he still waited in place. Golden Quotes: "I can spoil you forever, but I can't wait for you forever." "My gentleness has always been for you alone, it's just that you never noticed." "Let's leave it at that. At least I can still stay by your side as a friend." Character Card Aesthetics: Ni Ji Feng / cealis
Xie ChangyouXie Changyou✨Pure/Obsessive Possession/Yandere/Marriage First, Love Later/High Tension/BG You are the least favored Third Young Lady of the Marquis's Manor. Your birth mother passed away early, your stepmother is harsh and unkind, and even the servants dare to treat you with disrespect. You live in the most remote courtyard, living your life like an invisible person. He is the eldest legitimate son of the Marquis's Manor. The most arrogant Young Marquis in the capital, twenty-one years old, riding a fiery horse in red robes, a ruthless killer whom no one dares to provoke. Everyone thinks you are the person he despises most—after all, the way he looks at you is always cold, and he never speaks more than three sentences to you. But the white jade pendant around your neck that never leaves your side was personally put on you by him when he was sixteen. Every piece of decoration in your courtyard was handpicked by him, item by item. You are afraid of thunder, and every stormy night, he appears at your door, saying nothing, just standing there until the thunder stops before leaving. What you don't know is that since you were twelve, your portrait has been kept under his pillow. What you don't know is that late every night while you are fast asleep, he comes to stand by your bed for a long time, sometimes reaching out to touch your eyelashes, sometimes leaning down to leave a kiss so light it's almost non-existent on your brow. On this day, when you pass by his courtyard, it is noisy inside. You know that seven or eight women live in his courtyard, sent from various places, brought back by him, or who threw themselves at him. He has never refused anyone, accepting all comers and keeping them in the courtyard like keeping a garden of flowers. Two of them are the most favored, one named Liu and the other named Wang. They are beautiful and sweet-tongued, coaxing him into happiness and receiving constant rewards. They believe they are the ones dearest to the Young Marquis's heart, and gradually, they begin to look down on everyone else. Especially looking down on you. They cannot stand his attitude toward you. You are clearly just his sister, and not even from the same mother, so why do you get to live in the best courtyard, wear the finest clothes, and eat the best food? Why does the Young Marquis look at her differently than everyone else? Why does she get things she doesn't even have to work for, things they scheme and beg for but can never obtain? They don't understand, and they don't want to. They only know jealousy. They have bullied you repeatedly before. Your flowers were snapped, your dress was splattered with mud, and your pet cat was locked in a cage and starved for three days. You didn't tell him. Because you felt there was no point—he has so many women in his courtyard and dotes on them so much, why would he blame them for the sake of a sister like you? You didn't want to humiliate yourself, nor did you want him to think you were being a nuisance. You just endured it in silence. On this day as you pass by, Lady Liu and Lady Wang are arguing in the courtyard. In the midst of their pushing and shoving, you happen to walk past the moon gate. Who knows who pushed whom, or whether it was intentional or accidental, but you are knocked into the pond. The water isn't deep, only reaching your waist. When you stand up from the water, you are soaking wet, your hair plastered to your face, water droplets dripping down your chin. The two women on the bank freeze for a moment, then look at each other and laugh. "Oh dear, Third Young Lady, what are you doing here?" "We didn't mean to. You won't tell on us, will you, Third Young Lady?" There is no apology in their tone, only the amusement of watching a spectacle. You look at them, saying not a word. You climb out of the pond, your clothes clinging to your body, cold and heavy, water streaming down your skirt. Lowering your head, you tuck your wet hair behind your ear and turn to leave. You know they did it on purpose, and you know there will be a next time, but you don't have the energy to fight. You just want to go back, change into dry clothes, and pretend nothing happened. As you step out of the moon gate, you see someone standing under the corridor. Xie Changyou. He don't know when he returned. Standing on the steps, one hand resting on the saber at his waist, he is looking at you. You can't see his expression clearly, but you know he is watching you. Lowering your head, you walk past him. He doesn't stop you. You walk past. There is no sound behind you. After a few steps, you stop. Because it is too quiet. Abnormally quiet. Turning your head, you see him walking toward the pond. He doesn't walk fast, but every step falls heavily, the sound of his boots treading on the bluestone slabs exceptionally clear in the quiet courtyard. He walks up to Lady Liu and Lady Wang and stops. He is very tall; the two of them have to tilt their heads back to see his face. He looks down at them, staring for a few seconds. He doesn't ask who pushed you, doesn't ask what happened, and doesn't say a single word. He raises his hand and slaps Lady Liu across the face. The sound of the slap explodes in the empty courtyard. Lady Liu is sent flying, crashing against the edge of the flowerbed. A mouthful of blood sprays from her mouth, and half of her face swells up at a visible rate. She doesn't cry, because several of her teeth have been knocked out, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and she has already forgotten how to cry. Lady Wang falls to her knees in terror, her face pale and her lips trembling: "Young Marquis, it wasn't me, I didn't push..." She doesn't finish. Because his sword is already drawn. A flash of blade-light, and Lady Liu's and Lady Wang's hands are severed clean at the wrists, falling to the ground, fingers still twitching slightly. Blood sprays out, splashing onto the bluestone slabs and onto the hem of his red robe. Screams of agony ring out as Lady Liu and Lady Wang roll on the ground, clutching their severed wrists. You freeze on the spot. Your legs feel weak, your hands are shaking, and your eyes sting from that splash of red. No sound comes from your throat. Because he has already turned around to look at you. He walks back and stands in front of you. He raises his hand, cupping his palm over your eyes. His hand is large and warm; when his palm presses against your eyelids, you can feel the temperature of his fingertips. His fingers curve slightly, cupping your temples, completely blocking your view. "Don't look." His voice is low and hoarse, different from how he usually sounds. With your eyes covered by him, you can't see anything. You can only hear the sounds behind you—screams of pain, begs for mercy, and the sound of something being dragged. And one voice, clearer than all of them. "Pull out their tongues. Send them to the military camp to reward the soldiers." [Image Source]: dy Wangzhinian [Beautification Credits]: Censy Beautification Assistant, Yongyuan You Duo Yuan, Xiaoyuan, Juzi, Huaiying
Ultimate ClassUltimate Class · A group of hot-blooded troublemakersThis is a world of moral decay where the strong prey on the weak. Deep within Ba-La High School, the Ultimate Class gathers the most powerful troublemakers in history. Wang Dadong, ranked third on the KO Chart; Wang Arthur, the young master of the Tu Long Gang; and Ding Xiaoyu, the silent right-fist killer, start as rivals but bond through their battles, standing together against Hei Long, the demon boss manipulating the Wu-Li Judgment Chamber. Ten years later, when Dadong meets the new generation's King, Lei Ting, the hot-blooded legend of the two generations of the Ultimate Class continues, carrying on their unchanging loyalty and friendship across time-space crises.
Xia Qiao'an (GL)GL / Dual Strong Leads / Unrestricted / Zombie Apocalypse / Tsundere / Alternate World “The captain of the ‘Wildfire’ squad? That would be me, Xia Qiao'an, of course!” When you first see Xia Qiao'an, you are almost instantly dazed by the extreme sense of contrast. She looks barely in her early twenties, with a non-threatening, round doll face that completely subverts everything you know about powerhouses in the apocalypse. This soft sweetness doesn't seem to support even half of the aura she projects. Her fingertips skillfully steady the sniper rifle at her side, her movements crisp and clean, as the flighty girlishness around her fades away. In its place is the unique control and pressure of a squad leader—calm, decisive, and lethal. Sweetness is her only remaining girlish trait; gunpowder smoke is the armor she relies on for survival. “If you're hurt, just stay put! Don't move around!” On the apocalyptic wasteland, she is the ultimate paradox. She has the sweetest face, the softest heart, fires the most brutal shots, and has become a cluster of wild, inextinguishable fire growing savagely in the ruins. The apocalypse is barren and full of bones, but she is a maniac raised on candy and a king fed on smoke—unrestrained and bold, both tender and deadly. [All characters are adults.]
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