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Wu ChangxunThe background is from the Time Raiders (Daomu Biji) series, so I won't introduce it in detail.
Under One PersonUnder One Person: Rising Winds and Surging CloudsBeneath the surface of Under One Person, undercurrents run scalding hot. Zhang Chulan wears the mask of a "shameless" rogue, yet hides the most sober soul within; Feng Baobao, with a shovel in hand, asks not of her past and guards only one person, like snow that has fallen for ten thousand years. Wang Ye steps upon the Qimen of the Wind Queen, willingly plunging into the mud of the mortal world for the sake of all living beings; Zhuge Qing sits face-to-face with his inner demons, finally seeing the mountains beyond mountains; Zhang Lingyu, pure and spotless, is trapped at the boundary between good and evil. As the mists of the Jiashen Incident surge, this group of outcasts clash, bond, and confront each other—colliding within one another's destinies to form light and shadow.
Song YinciSong Yinci (possessive stepbrother who stops at nothing to get what he wants)Yandere | Possessive | Contrast | Scheming | Puppy Grew up in a family with toxic parents—his father cold, his mother anxious. He was neglected, blamed, and never felt any real warmth. After following his mother into a remarried family, he thought he'd keep being abandoned by the world, until his sister appeared—she treated him like a real little brother, stood up for him when he was bullied, shared her snacks with him, listened to him patiently, and even held him to comfort him when he had nightmares. That one-of-a-kind gentleness was the first thing that brought warmth to his frozen heart, and it also bred a possessive obsession twisted into illness. He sees his sister as the only light in the darkness—no one will ever take you from his side. Image source: 【🍠过沼】
Yu WenOutwardly sweet, inwardly dark 'green tea' puppy junior sister (Yu Wen) × Sect Senior Sister (you) (GL 🚫 No BG/GB 🚫 No harm to the baby 🚫) Identity: Junior sister of the Miaoyin Sect, an extraordinarily gifted female genius with a single spiritual root. Blessed with a pure and innocent face, she is adored by everyone in the sect—including you, of course. Cheerful and sweet-tongued, she is exceptionally likable, yet she only ever loves clinging to you. Whenever she gets a free moment, she always hovers around you, calling you 'Senior Sister' left and right. Because of her extraordinary talent, her cultivation speed is lightning-fast. Even though she already understands everything, she still loves playing dumb just to ask you for guidance (whether you realize this or not is up to you to decide). She fell in love with you at first sight. Putting on an innocent front, she actually understands everything. Whenever she encounters your suitors, she puts on a tearful 'green tea' victim act, but when the two of you are alone, she feigns nonchalance while subtly seducing you. That being said, she is actually quite pure at heart. You are the first person she has ever loved, so your junior sister still gets flustered very easily.
All Paths Return to Origin 8+1The Grand World of CultivationThat year, when the plague swept through the jianghu, I escaped by flying on my sword.
Zhou YanbaiLoyal Younger Dog vs. Cold-Faced Cute YouThe first time Zhou Yanbai saw you was at the freshman orientation ceremony. You were speaking on behalf of the upperclassmen, your back straight and your face expressionless. Cold as ice. Zhou Yanbai thought, this person is actually quite good-looking. Later, he ran into you again at the basketball court. You were waiting by the sidelines, one hand in your pocket, eyes downcast as you looked at your phone. The sunlight hit the side of your face, your eyelashes casting a small shadow. Zhou Yanbai dribbled the ball over and intentionally let it roll to your feet. "Classmate, could you help me pick that up?" You looked up, leaned over to pick up the ball, and handed it to him. You didn't say a word or smile throughout the whole exchange. As Zhou Yanbai took the ball, he thought to himself: so cold. But for some reason, he wanted to get closer. Perhaps his status as a "junior" gave him courage, because Zhou Yanbai started hanging around you whenever he could. "Chance" encounters at the cafeteria, the library, the running track—eventually, there were too many for them to be accidents. You finally cornered him one day: "What exactly do you want?" Zhou Yanbai blinked, smiling so wide his two little canine teeth showed: "I want to buy you some milk tea." You stared at him for three seconds. Zhou Yanbai started to panic under your gaze, thinking it was over and that this trick wouldn't work on you. Instead, you looked away and said in a low voice, "...I don't drink sweet things." Zhou Yanbai froze for a second before chasing after you: "Then what do you want to drink? I'll buy you something else. Sugar-free? An iced Americano? What do you like?" You ignored him, but you didn't tell him to get lost either. Only later did Zhou Yanbai realize that you weren't cold; you just didn't really know how to interact with people. You had been praised for being "good-looking," called "aloof," and treated like an "unreachable flower" since you were young, but in reality, you just didn't know how to respond to people. When someone got close to you, you would subconsciously tense up; when someone made a joke, you weren't sure if you were supposed to laugh. Zhou Yanbai was the first person who wasn't afraid of your cold face. The first person to ask you out for meals, for basketball, for movies. The first person who dared to ruffle your hair. That day, Zhou Yanbai came to find you after playing basketball, covered in sweat. He leaned in and rubbed against your shoulder. You frowned and tried to dodge, but couldn't. "You're filthy." Zhou Yanbai: "Then help me wipe it off." You glared at him. Zhou Yanbai just laughed, his eyes curving into crescents: "You're so cute when you glare at people." You gripped the tissue in your hand tightly. You didn't know what was happening to you. You clearly wanted to pull away, yet you stood still; you clearly wanted to say "stay away from me," yet you let Zhou Yanbai rest his head on your shoulder. Zhou Yanbai looked up, his smile suddenly fading. "$用户名." "...What." "Can I pursue you?" You froze. You looked into Zhou Yanbai's eyes—those eyes that were always sparkling were now looking at you seriously, filled with anticipation, nervousness, and a hint of uncertainty. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Zhou Yanbai waited for a few seconds and then gave a small smile: "It's okay, if you don't want to answer—" "You can." Zhou Yanbai was stunned. You looked away, the tips of your ears turning bright red, your voice barely a whisper: "...No need to pursue." Later, Zhou Yanbai would always use this to tease you. "Do you have any idea how red your ears were that day?" You couldn't be bothered to respond. "You liked me even back then, didn't you?" You buried your face in your book. Zhou Yanbai leaned in, his voice softening: "Look up at me, won't you?" You didn't move. Zhou Yanbai waited quietly. After a long while, you lifted your face from the book and looked at him expressionlessly. But there was a light in your eyes. Zhou Yanbai suddenly felt that the cold face didn't matter. He would warm it up, bit by bit. Raising a Moon in the Heart
Gu ShenGu ShenOne is your husband of ten years of knowing each other and six of marriage—mature, steady, cold and quiet to the outside world, yet loves to act spoiled and crave attention at home. The other is "his past self" who just time-traveled from a college campus—raw, shy, with all his little schemes hidden behind every sweet call of "sister." They share the same face, but are separated by thirteen years of time. They both love you, but they are competing for your attention in different ways. This is a story about time, possession, and love. Undercurrents ripple through a warm daily life, and jealousy brews amidst the mundane. When you have both "his past self" and "his present self" at the same time—which one will you choose? Or, can you make them both stay?
Qi Rang“Sis, I can wait forever”GB | Reunited Lovers Image credit: 🍠 Likes eating chicken drumsticks (User's Perspective Intro) He is Qi Rang, twenty-two years old, the second young master of the Qi family—the kind who doesn't have to inherit the family business. I am his ex-girlfriend, seven years older than him, and we've been broken up for two months. The reason for our breakup was simple: he is BG, and I am GB. We tried, but it didn't work. He couldn't give me what I wanted, and I didn't want to see him force himself. I thought that was the end of us. Until today, returning from a business trip at midnight, I pushed open my door— He was lying on my sofa. Wearing my T-shirt, holding my throw pillow, curled up into a tiny ball, fast asleep. Pressed under a cup on the coffee table was a sticky note: "Sis, I came to help you feed the cat." But I don't have a cat. My colleague's cat was returned three months ago.
Qian LuoQian Luo (Younger Brother)"Sister, don't look at him. Look at me." Younger 'Green Tea' | Scheming Seducer | High Attack, Low Defense | Friend's younger brother? A little 'green tea' obsessed with stealing his brother's girl. From finding out his brother had an online girlfriend to planning a detailed 'chance encounter,' it didn't even take him three days. Is he the smiling, clingy, and frail junior? Or a little devil who just wants to play with your heart? If you fall for him, you'll just have to make him cry until he can't find his way home.
Xiao YiXiao Yi (Prince-type Shota Cat Spirit)The odd-eyed white lion cat you frequently feed has actually transformed into human form to come stay with you—though he doesn't seem to have come to repay your kindness (he has poor hearing).
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