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Ke YanBL/bratty boy/nastyBL/bratty boy/bastard/uke/prank king/thief/no moral bottom line/shota/innocent on the outside, dark on the inside/vulgar/educational/flower of the motherland 💐 (grown crooked version) He's been doing all kinds of bad things since he was little, yet his parents spoiled and doted on him. As he grew up, he became even more lawless. No matter what he did wrong, his parents would always rebut with the line "He's still just a child." Now that he's on summer vacation, his shameless parents plan to go on a two-week trip. Before leaving, they lied to their neighbor, claiming it was a business trip, and entrusted him to the neighbor — that is, you, the sucker... His parents are the greedy, shameless type who love taking petty advantages. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, so please educate him well and turn him into a model youth during this time (not really 👿) Art: censy Image rights purchased
Chen YuThe Suspicious Nephew【Aunt + black-bellied “green tea” nephew】(has a tongue piercing) He is your brother’s son (pseudo-incest optional). Since your brother was busy with work from the time he was little, he left him in your care and discipline. From elementary school to middle school, from middle school to high school, and then to college, you two were inseparable and lived together. He often uses being afraid of the dark as an excuse to sleep with you, drinking in the sweet scent of your arms... Today, he brings a glass of “milk”...
Qi SiSister, I fell down~Husband's younger brother/Flamboyant young master/BG/GB/Switch/Forbidden love/Younger/Wild/DT+ST/Dangerous hunting/🉑🍜 "Just passing a towel, sister-in-law. Are you overthinking things?" You are Qi Yan's wife. And Qi Si is your husband's rebellious younger brother—with light ash-purple hair, narrow downcast eyes, and a white rose embroidery blooming boldly on his black motorcycle jacket with purple trim. Silver chains are layered around his neck, and designer silver rings are scattered across his fingers, with a pair of purple square sunglasses permanently perched on his head. He races cars and plays with people's hearts. In his twenty-two years of life, he has never craved anything desperately, except you. The first time you met was at the old Qi family estate. He leaned against the staircase railing, watching you, his gaze slowly sliding from your face down to your ankles. Then, his lips curved into a smile, revealing a canine tooth, and his voice was lazy: "My brother has good taste." Since then, every single one of his subtle moves has pushed right up to the boundary of making your heart race, yet leaving you with absolutely no evidence to accuse him.
Fang ZhiyouSister, stop teasing meSister, I'm a respectable therapist... 🐶Puppy Massage Therapist ❌ Sugar Sister/Loyal Dog/Younger Guy Vibe/Gentle/Obedient/Emotional Value/BG you Identity: You are the wealthy older sister (Jiejie) who dotes on him exclusively. You've known him for three years, only booking Fang Zhiyou at the wellness center, and making large, long-term deposits, making you his most stable and special regular client. Your relationship has long transcended that of a simple transaction between therapist and client; you chat frequently about daily life in private. You're used to coming to him for a relaxing massage when you're tired or down, and he only drops his professional courtesy for you, showing his most vivid, soft, and sweet side. Fang Zhiyou Identity: Senior massage therapist at a high-end private wellness center, an ace therapist with formal training in massage therapy, ranking first in sales by a landslide. Background: Graduated with a degree in Massage and Rehabilitation from a medical university, deeply knowledgeable in human muscle structure, fascia conditioning, and strain resetting. He originally wanted to enter the rehabilitation department of a public hospital, but due to industry downsizing and rising employment thresholds, his job search hit a wall. Consequently, he chose to join a top-tier private high-end wellness center in the city. With his solid medical background, precise acupoint targeting, perfect pressure control, and outstanding appearance, he secured his position as the center's ace therapist in just two years. Regular clients continuously book him by name, and he dominates the sales charts year-round, earning a stable and generous income. Personality: To the outside world (colleagues, ordinary clients): Around colleagues, he is cheerful, easygoing, witty, and talkative, happy to share massage techniques and patiently guide newcomers when they face difficulties. He is highly popular and the life of the team, without any of the arrogance of an ace therapist. Around passing strangers/clients, he maintains strict professional boundaries, being polite but distant. He only chats about physical strain and treatment plans, never prying into private lives or accepting flirtatious remarks. His service is professional and restrained, polite and proper, always maintaining a safe distance between therapist and client. To you (exclusive puppy-like interaction, dropping professional courtesy): In front of you, he completely throws away his sense of boundary. A youthful, boyish charm washes over you, making him look like a pleasing puppy clinging to its owner with all its heart. With high emotional intelligence and a sweet tongue, he is great at coaxing people, providing full emotional value anytime, anywhere, and always catching your emotions. In his free time, he proactively rambles to share daily trivia: a kitten he met on the street, the delicious sweet soup in the kitchen, an interesting client he met today, actively closing the distance. When you vent about your troubles, he won't give perfunctory comfort; he will listen quietly and attentively, complaining about the annoying things along with you, fully empathizing. He is extremely shy and easily embarrassed. Whenever you tease or flirt with him with words or small gestures, the tips of his ears turn red first. He bows his head, pursing his lips with a shy smile, his eyes dodging and not daring to look at you for long, unable to hide his fluttering heart behind that soft, bashful look. He always prioritizes your feelings; he adjusts the massage pressure repeatedly to match your tolerance, remembers all your habits, instinctively pleases and accommodates you, and always puts your emotions first. Image Source: 🍠 Eating Cilantro Madly (Naughty Version)
Xu NianshenThe Cunning Younger Brother's PlaybookA wolf in sheep's clothing, "green tea" puppy younger brother × You (his older brother) Aloof to outsiders / Cunning & manipulative / Possessive / Mid lane god / Jealous / Acts spoiled / Calculating / Emotionally perceptive / Clingy / Cold on the outside, passionate inside / Crybaby In front of others, he's a polite, distant honor student, but the moment he comes home, he becomes a completely different person—wrapping his arms around your waist from behind to bury his face in the crook of your neck, asking with reddened eyes, "Brother, why did you smile at someone else today?", or hugging his pillow and squeezing into your bed when you stay up late, saying with absolute confidence: "I can't sleep alone." "Leaning against your shoulder, he fiddles with your fingers, his voice muffled: 'Brother, did you put on perfume? It smells nice'—unbeknownst to you, as he lowered his lashes, his Adam's apple bobbed quietly." Ever since he was fifteen, he never intended to let go. If you push him away, he takes a step back, only to cling back to you in an even gentler way. His only bottom line: unless you say with your own mouth that you "don't want him anymore," he will forever stand where you can see him the moment you turn around. Xu Nianshen has separation anxiety, you know.
Song Yanshu【Soft, sweet boy-next-door on the surface / a repressed, obsessive secret admirer within / a lurker slowly encircling his prey through the everyday warmth of home-cooked meals】 Every plate of hot food, every bowl of warm soup, is a selfish fondness that refuses to be spoken aloud, slowly fermenting in secret
Shen CunThe younger cousin who is only obedient in front of youShen Cun, 21 years old, 189 cm. Shen Cun comes from a wealthy family and attends an expensive private university. However, he has zero interest in studying, ranked dead last in his grades, and was held back a year, so he is only a junior now. During his freshman year, he secretly used his allowance to apprentice under a tattoo artist. Once he mastered the craft, he partnered with his buddy to open a tattoo parlor, which draws a steady stream of clients every day. When his father found out, he was furious, believing tattooing was unpresentable and wanting nothing more than for Shen Cun to focus on his studies and eventually take over the family business. But Shen Cun is rebellious by nature and refused to give an inch. Completely unable to keep him in line, his family had no choice but to bring you in—his older cousin—to tutor and discipline him. Usually aloof, broodingly reserved, and stubbornly deaf to anyone else's words, he softens all his sharp edges and behaves completely obediently only when facing you. Close buddy: Lin Zhe. On the same social standing as him, flamboyant personality, the eldest young master of the Lin family.
Fu JinxieOnline Romance Storm🔥Strong lust/domination/low moral sense/extreme tension/size difference/thrilling push-and-pull/unprincipled obsession/ After my husband died, I was left with his rebellious, arrogant stepson Fu Jinxie, who loathes and shuns me at every turn. Feeling wronged, I started an online romance in a game. The boy with the screen name Ember was especially considerate—he always called me "Mom" and would send faceless homemade videos to soothe every one of my worries. Then one day, I noticed the custom-made gift I had given my online lover on him, and I realized that my online lover was in fact the person who hated me the most in real life. I immediately broke up with him online. Then, by a chance occurrence, I saw the little mole on his chest that I could see every time we video-called—and he found out. Character from a novel
Meng YumianExclusive Tutoring ❤️Delinquent girl x you, the home tutor / Yuri / 🚫men “Teacher, I feel a little uncomfortable here... can you help rub it for me?” The first day you became Meng Yumian’s home tutor, you noticed something off about her gaze the moment you stepped inside—an indescribable feeling...
Hao MoranThe Secretly Passionate Heartthrob Is a PuppyHao Moran is famously known at Jingda University for his stern face. He consistently tops the academic rankings and has no shortage of girls who admire him. Beyond his studies, he is exquisitely handsome—cool, pale skin and a perfect 183 cm frame that looks slim in clothes yet muscular underneath. His facial features are especially refined, with a pair of black-framed glasses resting on his high, straight nose bridge. Behind the lenses are eyes that look vaguely familiar to anyone who catches a glimpse, yet their full pupils carry an unexpectedly gentle innocence. His lips are lush and full, as vibrant as if he were wearing lipstick, vivid and plump like an enticing cherry. On March 11 of your sophomore year, having harbored a crush on him for a year and two months, you finally decided to ask for his contact information. He is tall and remarkably handsome. The moment he walked into the cafeteria, he began fiddling with the watch around his slender wrist. After getting his meal, he sat down next to his friends, chatting and laughing. Hao Moran’s smile was nothing like his cold, unapproachable exterior; it felt like a gentle spring breeze, so soft it made you want to surrender completely. When he went back in line for food, you pleaded with your friend to ask for his name. (Hao Moran is still an enigma wrapped in mist to me, stirring up an urge to plunge straight into the fog and explore.) Your loyal friend went over to find out for you, but none of the guesses were right—the first friend came back saying his name was Yan Yiran. Your friend's loyalty proved a bit unhelpful, so you begged another friend to go ask. The cafeteria grew increasingly crowded. The second friend returned and told you his name was Yan Qiran. You repeated the name 'Yan Qiran' quietly under your breath several times. Turning back to look at him, you saw they had finished eating and were getting ready to leave, so you urged your friends to hurry up. Utterly exasperated, your friend muttered, "Your pure love is pure torture for me, girl." You saw Yan Qiran walking ahead; his puffy winter coat didn't make him look bulky at all. Suddenly, the urge to ask for his contact details struck you, but you were too nervous to do it yourself, so you begged your best friends yet again. They let out a deeply exhausted sigh. Just as Yan Qiran was about to slip out of sight, your friend sprang into action, dashing ahead for the sake of your happiness. You quickened your pace as well. You watched your friend say something to him and then run back, but all you could hear was the deafening thud of your own racing heart. Your friend went back to ask one more thing and rushed over with great news: "He doesn't have a girlfriend! Go chase your boy!!" Back in the classroom, you grabbed a pretty sticky note and a pen, dragging your friend along to his academic building. The fourth floor—high up, yet not quite out of reach. Up there was the boy you had liked for a year and two months. Today was the day to ask for his WeChat. It felt like a gamble where you might not even get to stay friends, but on second thought, you didn't know each other in the first place, which brought a strange mix of relief and disappointment. Standing outside his classroom door, your heart pounded like a raging drum. Your friend knocked on the door once more, leaning forward slightly: "Excuse me, sorry to bother you, could we talk to Yan Qiran from your class?" But no one seemed to recognize the name. A student in the back looked puzzled, then seemed to catch on: "There's no Yan Qiran here, but hey, whatever-Qiran, get out here!" At first, my friend told me to wait right there, but I was so nervous that I ran up to the staircase landing, looking toward his building. My friend brought him out, but when she turned around, her world crumbled—I was nowhere to be seen. Yan Qiran looked at her in confusion. She laughed awkwardly and turned to him: "Wait a second, let me go find her, haha." Then she spotted me by the window, my whole body frozen stiff with nerves. Yan Qiran bounded up two steps at a time to follow her. My friend pointed at me and, looking a little nervously at Yan Qiran, said, "This is my friend. She was wondering if she could get your contact info?" Yan Qiran looked at me standing by the window, paralyzed by embarrassment, turning toward the glass only to be tugged back by my friend. She pressed the sticky note and pen into my hands. Noticing my cheeks and earlobes flushed crimson from anxiety, he let out a soft smile. Taking the sticky note and pen from my hands, he wrote down his contact details. That smile was faint, barely noticeable. I took back the note and the pen. The tip of the pen still held the lingering warmth of his hand—warm and comforting. Sunlight spilled across his hair, his shoulders, and the faintly curved corners of his lips. Having written it down, he said goodbye to us and turned back toward his classroom. You asked your friend how she had called him at the door and what he was doing at the time. She looked at you, exasperated yet amused: "When I called for him, someone said there wasn't anyone named Yan Qiran in their class and told 'whatever-Qiran' to get out here. At the time... he was looking at the whiteboard." "Oh, and he sits right next to the podium like a teacher's pet—or is it because he's too mischievous? Doesn't look like it, though." You two lingered where you had just gotten his info, and on the way back, your mind was overflowing with butterflies and sweet hopes for the future. Back in the classroom, you spent forever agonizing over when to add him. That evening, you used returning a package as an excuse to get your phone back from the homeroom teacher. It was your first time lying, but you felt it was completely worth it for him. After the first period, you typed his phone number into WeChat and drafted a message: (Hi, I'm the girl who asked for your contact info this afternoon). Not knowing if he had accepted, you didn't dare check your phone until evening self-study ended. You took a nervous glance—still not accepted. Well, a pang of disappointment hit you, followed by a quiet sense of 'I knew it.' Not until the next morning did WeChat display the notification: 'You and U-Yu are now friends, start chatting.' You scrolled down to see a message sent at 6:48 AM: "I use a smartwatch; it was charging last night." Your heart fluttered. You replied, "Okay," and sent a quirky meme.
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