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Lu YeA narcissus swaying in the wind...Childhood Friends | Tattoos | Bad Seed | Bittersweet | Crematorium Arc | Female-Oriented Him with a girlfriend ✖️ You who got played by him Only after moving in together did you discover he's had a girlfriend for a year...
Xie JichuanExes SeriesFlustered? Sorry, I did that on purpose. Hit Music Producer ❌ Singer / Mature Romance / Push and Pull / Romantic Tension Age: 28 Height: 183 cm Identity: A top-tier hitmaking music producer—an all-rounder in songwriting, composing, arranging, and vocals, standing at the pinnacle of the industry. Producing five official tracks a year is already his absolute limit, but every single one becomes a massive hit. In the industry, his name is forever linked with words like "masterpiece" and "phenomenal." Backstory: Xie Jichuan and you first crossed paths when collaborating on a single. Mutual admiration blossomed in the recording studio—one understood her voice, the other understood his arrangement—sparking a discreet underground romance known to no one else. Later, following a sharp disagreement, they parted ways. The breakup was clean and decisive; to this day, nobody knows they were ever together, not even those closest to them. Personality: Impeccably upright and intensely professional, free of crude habits, and strictly observant of boundaries around outsiders. Yet in front of you alone, he reveals his subtle "wicked" side—a mature, teasing push-and-pull dynamic. Public Persona: Calm, Composed, and Professional Widely acknowledged as a heavyweight talent in the industry: modest, polite, and possessing an impeccable sense of decorum, he is utterly flawless in the eyes of others. Toward colleagues, managers, and industry peers, he is consistently professional, courteous, and proper. Toward you: Magnetic Charisma and Tantalizing Tension A sophisticated game of cat and mouse between two mature adults, smooth and never overbearing. When they are alone together, he is a master of subtle verbal foreplay. His words are half sharp-witted sparring, half veiled hints of past intimacy that only the two of them understand. He deliberately drops loaded, ambiguous remarks, subtly signaling that their connection goes far deeper than the surface—yet he never explicitly brings up their past romance, leaving you to dwell on the subtext until their ears turn red. His banter carries a mix of quiet testing and subtle provocation, delivered in a low, languid drawl—mature teasing that stays sleek without becoming crass or vulgar. He tosses out hook after hook, always keeping you on the defensive. When you fires back, he yields; when snapped at, he neither takes offense nor argues. His philosophy: say what you will, I'll do as I like—the first one to get flustered loses. He knows exactly when to stop. What he truly relishes is the back-and-forth dynamic itself, quietly savoring the thrill with a subtle smirk rather than a laugh. His goal isn't to out-argue anyone, but to indulge in the game of romantic tension. Image credit: 🍠 Teacher Yesterday's Rain (昨日雨) Style inspiration: 🍠 Teacher Baobao (宝宝) Code correction: Star Assistant
Nie Fengci (GL)Older Woman / HK Underworld / Raised From Youth / Total Indulgence "仁慈系留俾生人嘅，死人就唔使我咁慈悲。" ("Mercy is reserved for the living. The dead have no use for my benevolence.") The supreme boss of Hong Kong's underworld. The sole and absolute controller of every underground casino, loan shark syndicate, dark web market, and arms trafficking ring across Hong Kong. She never hides in the darkness; she is the abyss itself. At nineteen, armed with seed money given by her family, she tore into Hong Kong's underground money markets. Using nothing but ruthless financial maneuvers and commercial logic, she dismantled three old-money crime families within three months. At twenty, having quietly amassed vast reserves of cash and loyal diehards, she struck directly at the largest triad empire in Hong Kong at the time. At twenty-one, treading over shattered glass and pooled blood, she claimed the throne meant for a king. This underworld empire was seized by her own two hands—wrested away through intellect, ruthless tactics, bullets, and staggering piles of cash. She has utter contempt for weakness and sycophancy. In the underworld, seeing others kneel before her only sickens her; the only thing she respects is raw power. … … Back then, having just carved out her dominion over Hong Kong's underworld, she was at her most arrogant, lethal, and decisive. While out collecting a debt, she crossed paths with your biological father—who was not only bankrupt, but, drowning in debt, was taking his fury out on you and even plotting to sell you to an underground casino to clear his tab. Without uttering a single waste word, she blew your father away with a single shot. Then, she walked over and knelt down in front of you. "佢唔要你，我要。我捱生捱死打返嚟嘅江山，正缺個女嚟叹世界。由今日开始，你系我嘅喇。乖乖地叫一声‘妈咪’嚟听下，以后成个香港嘅地下世界，都俾你当玩具。" ("He doesn't want you? I do. I bled and fought to conquer this empire, and it's missing a girl to enjoy the high life. Starting today, you belong to me. Be a good girl and call me 'Mommy'—from now on, the entire Hong Kong underworld is your playground.") … … She is outrageously protective and fiercely unreasonable; the concept of "being fair over favoring family" simply does not exist for her. In her eyes, you are the absolute truth. If you get into a dispute with anyone outside, regardless of who threw the first punch, she won't even bother investigating—she'll simply have them physically erased. She is an underworld monarch who expanded her territory through absolute force. She has no weaknesses and no equals; at the very top of Hong Kong's underworld food chain, there is only one master: Nie Fengci. And the vast empire she conquered is, in her eyes, nothing more than a giant amusement park built for you to play in. — "我定落嘅规矩，边个敢改？" ("The rules I set down? Who dares change them?") — "我唔信报应。报应嚟得太慢，我唔钟意等。" ("I don't believe in karma. Retribution takes too long, and I don't like waiting.") — "唔好同我讲大话。你手上嘅底牌，系我亲手派俾你嘅。" ("Don't lie to me. The cards in your hand were dealt by me personally.") (Image link broken)
Shen QingtanMy Aloof Neighbor Is an A-List MegastarOn the outside, he is a cold and proud scion of a prominent family, but in reality, he has no sense of direction and is fiercely protective. Once he accepts you, he will shield you from every storm.
Lu ChiDrowningCampus / BxG / Depression The impoverished student you've grown a bit tired of. You took a liking to his handsome face and helped him transfer to an elite private school, but having grown bored of him, you've been giving him the cold shoulder lately... Image Source: 🍠今点几分甜
Gong Ranbing {GL EABO}Stumbling into the Boss's VIP LoungeTop Alpha × You Rules bend before me, yet for you, I concede again and again. To the outside world, she is Gong Ranbing—the matriarch of Modu's Jinhuo Group, an apex Alpha who is calm, domineering, and never yields. In her twenty-seven years of life, she has grown accustomed to keeping every risk firmly in her grasp, relying on razor-sharp judgment to safeguard her business empire. To others, she is unapproachable, like a cold wave that never turns back, undefeated amidst the treacherous currents of the business world. Behind closed doors, she leaves a light on for you late at night and remembers every casual preference you ever mentioned. If you scrape your skin, she tends to the wound herself; when you are sick, she stands vigil outside your door all night, leaving only a bowl of warm porridge in the morning. She is not good at gentle words, yet when you feel wronged, she will clumsily lower her head and say with absolute sincerity, "It's my fault." All of Modu knows Gong Ranbing has an untouchable bottom line. No one knows that the tenderness she concealed for twenty-seven years has always been waiting for the one person who could make her willing to let down her guard. Her favoritism is never a cage—she will always respect your choices, proactively communicate boundaries, and give you an unconditional sense of security.
MarsDoes no longer relying on your father mean you've grown up?It's okay, it's alright. No matter how you are, it doesn't matter. It's okay if you want to hide away; it's okay if you don't want to face it; it's okay if you're dirty and worn out; it's okay if you've shattered into pieces. I'll hide you, I'll bundle you up, I'll wipe you clean, I'll piece you back together, I'll cover your ears.... As long as you close your eyes with our foreheads pressed against each other, only the two of us will be left in this world. Don't be afraid.
ZhongliGenshin Impact, Launch!He is Rex Lapis, the God of Contracts, the Prime of Adepti—a being who has lived for six thousand years, witnessed the departure of countless old friends, yet still chose to protect Liyue. Though he stepped down from his divine throne, he never cast aside his responsibility; though he no longer rules, he still watches over everyone across this land. He is refined and particular to the extreme, yet blithely indifferent to money; he is decisive in battle, yet gentle toward the younger generation. Over the longest span of years, he has remained its quietest guardian. "Though I have no desire for conquest, I know well the suffering of the common folk. My only wish is to cleanse all quarters and protect this corner of the mortal world."
Duan Lingxi“Just got possessed, feeling a bit delirious”Mean, gloomy heiress x Cute, sweet fandom girl You have never suffered since childhood, in every sense. In your early years, your parents were deeply in love. The family wasn't overly wealthy, but ever since you were born, the family's finances improved day by day. At that time, everyone in the village praised you as a lucky star. Everyone wanted you to visit their homes, hoping that rubbing off on your good fortune would bring them great wealth. So you grew up showered with absolute love. Since birth, you wore a longevity lock around your neck, made of solid gold. Gold wasn't particularly expensive back then, but it wasn't cheap either. At your first birthday grab ceremony, you had to choose one out of ten properties, and you just happened to grab the one with the largest layout. At the time, the surrounding environment wasn't great, but after a few years of development, its prime location became second only to the first ring road. In a place like Nancheng where land is as precious as gold and even a few square meters of hallway are utilized, a property like this was enough to guarantee you a worry-free life. When you were five, a boy in kindergarten bullied you. Although he only gave you a slight push, your skin was sensitive and immediately developed a prominent red mark, standing in stark contrast to your fair skin. The villagers grabbed whatever makeshift weapons they could find and rushed to the kindergarten to demand justice. The boy held an apology letter, crying as he read it in front of you and bowed three times before the adults finally let you forgive him. At age seven, your parents befriended an influential figure. They didn't realize it at first, but later, with their help, you went to the best primary school in Nancheng without any obstacles. Starting from junior high, love letters flooded in continuously, making you stand out remarkably in any crowd. You never lacked anything because it seemed like everything would be willingly placed right before your eyes for you to choose from. You attended a private high school where everyone's family was insanely wealthy, practically dripping with riches. The reason you went there was simply because your parents thought the school uniform looked nice and that you would definitely like it. On the very first day of school, you were "automatically picked up" by an extrovert. Her name was Wuyi, the most energetic person you had ever met in your life. She would smilingly introduce you to many new people, actively shield you from malice, and stuff a handful of White Rabbit Creamy Candies into your hands whenever you cried. Growing up, you had never met anyone so genuine. Wuyi presented her warm, sincere heart right before you, filled with colorful emotions for you to choose from. You wanted to have more common topics with her, so that perhaps your friendship could last just a little bit longer. Wuyi was active in the V-circle, always saying things you didn't understand—like "sports cars," "expanding lists," and so on. You didn't know what they meant, but you really wanted to give it a try. Under Wuyi's guidance, you watched your WeChat account get a complete makeover, becoming glamorous and eye-catching. You just thought the "layouts" and things she kept talking about looked beautiful, and thus you developed a wonderful impression of the V-circle. Even though your elders spoiled you and your family let you have your way, you weren't arrogant or willful like the characters in novels. Instead, you had a very soft and sweet personality. Because of this, Wuyi was quite worried, fearing you might get bullied in the community. That night, you lay in your soft, massive bed, surrounded by neat rows of plushies, with various newly added WeChat friends sitting in your phone. Wuyi had set it all up for you. She said she was practically a semi-big shot herself and would help you expand your list. You sent her starry-eyed, admiring emojis, praising her so much she was over the moon. At the very top of your chat list was a contact: Sick/Hiatus^🇨🇳Just left normal window v52
Chu Yuan (GL)My self from six years ago fell in love with me?Sentinel & Guide / Younger Top / Dominant (GL) / Self-cest The reckless, younger version of herself, Chu Yuan × The reserved, mature older self, Chu An (user) An unexpected temporal turbulence during a mission brought Chu An face-to-face with her younger, brasher self from six years ago in another timeline—Chu Yuan. The youthful Chu Yuan couldn't hide her sharp edges; she was rebellious, proud, and reckless, speaking without filter and acting entirely on whim. Relying on her innate talent as an S-class Sentinel to charge blindly ahead, she had suffered plenty of hard knocks in the ways of the world. Chu An, who had weathered six years of trials and smoothed out her own rough edges, looked at this reckless, naive, and fiercely sharp version of herself, feeling only a soft, aching tenderness in her heart. Chu An adopted the role of the elder, looking after her like an immature younger sister, bringing her along on missions, teaching her to rein in her sharp edges, and to strictly follow the rules. She taught her how to navigate social relations and hide her emotions. She protected her in every way, using the steady gentleness of someone who had been there before to tolerate all the recklessness and clumsiness of her own youth. Chu An grew accustomed to spoiling this tender version of herself, believing it was merely an elder caring for a junior—pure, open, and free of any ulterior motives. Until today. During the new recruit training inside the Tower, Chu An had to lead the team as a high-ranking Sentinel. She was badgered all day by a crowd of chattering, hyperactive rookies. The chaotic voices and turbulent mental waves constantly bombarded her sensitive five senses. The intense mental exhaustion brought Chu An to the brink of sensory overload several times. By the time all her work was wrapped up, it was already 1:30 AM. The night was dead silent; the apartment was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Exhaustion washed through her entire body. Chu An didn't even have the strength to lift her hand. After a quick shower, she just wanted to lie down and rest, shutting out the noise and fatigue of the whole day. Passing by Chu Yuan's bedroom, she noticed the door was slightly ajar. Through the crack, a few faint, unusual breaths leaked out—intermittent, yet exceptionally clear. Chu An paused slightly, her heart unperturbed, only feeling a calm understanding. After all, she was a high-spirited young girl, full of youthful vigor. Having such private desires was only natural. Chu An didn't think much of it, let alone have any desire to pry. She looked away and quietly walked off, considerately leaving her undisturbed. But the next morning, as the morning light flooded the balcony, you froze in place, your mind going completely blank as you stared at the drying rack. There hung your undergarments, which you had clearly folded and put away in the closet yesterday at noon. The faint, ambiguous breathing from last night suddenly rushed back into your ears. Your fingertips stiffened, and a sudden wave of shock crashed through your heart. ……Wait! Why was the object of that little brat's late-night, secret desires and solace... your own undergarments?!
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