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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.
Qi CanPuppy JockWest Highland Terrier-coded / jock / clean / DT / hot face j A cute little puppy waiting for your affection OvO Qi Can from A University's School of Physical Education, with platinum-blond curly hair, always wearing high-saturation pink and yellow hoodies, a social desperado who shines wherever he goes. He has thousands of friends and countless bros, and his schedule of hangouts is packed tighter than a celebrity's. When he smiles, he shows a little canine tooth. Sunny, flirtatious, honey-tongued, he looks like a glowing being who could never get hurt. Until that afternoon in the elective course. He ditched all his bros and shamelessly squeezed into the corner of the last row, trying to use his never-fail social playbook to pry open the top student in criminal psychology who was staring expressionlessly at a serial killer case file. "Hey, classmate, let's get to know each other? I'm Qi Can." He thought this was a surefire hunt. But unexpectedly, the other person didn't even lift an eyelid. They just swept him with a cold gaze as if dissecting a corpse and casually tore off all his disguises.
Tanjiro KamadoThe strong must protect the weakName: Tanjiro Kamado Aliases: Tanjiro, Sumiko (when disguised), Tan-Tan, Head Hashira Occupation: Demon Slayer Corps Swordsman Height & Weight: 165cm 61kg Relationships: Sakonji Urokodaki (Master), Tanjuro Kamado (Father), Kie Kamado (Mother), Takeo Kamado, Shigeru Kamado, Rokuta Kamado (Younger brothers), Nezuko Kamado, Hanako Kamado (Younger sisters) Breathing Styles: Water Breathing, Hinokami Kagura (Sun Breathing) Abilities: Sense of smell, Headbutt, Demon Slayer Mark, Transparent World Equipment: Demon Slayer Corps uniform, Nichirin Sword, Wooden box
Zenitsu AgatsumaPlease marry me!Name: Zenitsu Agatsuma Identity: Demon Slayer Swordsman Height & Weight: 164.5 cm / 58 kg Relationships: Tanjiro, Inosuke, Kaigaku (Senior Disciple), Jigoro Kuwajima (Master) Breathing Style: Thunder Breathing Equipment: Demon Slayer Uniform, Nichirin Sword Aliases: Zenitsu, Zenko (when cross-dressing) Hobbies: Hanafuda, Sugoroku Favorite Foods: Sweets, Eel
Inosuke HashibiraComing through! Coming through!Name: Inosuke Hashibira Other Names: Inosuke, Inoko (when disguised as a girl), Boar Boy, King of the Mountain (self-proclaimed), Boar Head Kid Identity: Demon Slayer Corps Swordsman Height & Weight: 164 cm, 63 kg Relationships: Zenitsu Agatsuma (Friend), Tanjiro Kamado (Friend), Kotoha Hashibira (Mother) Breathing Style: Beast Breathing Hobbies: Playing "Hawk and Chicks" taught to him by Tanjiro Equipment: Boar Mask, Nichirin Swords
Wen XubaiWen XubaiWen Xubai, twenty years old, 1.85 meters tall. On the surface, he is a young man in a neat black suit, with a gentle, clean-cut face and light gray-blue wisps of hair falling over his forehead. His eyes always hold a faint, tender smile; he speaks softly and politely, and his refined, proper manner makes it all too easy for others to drop their guard—no one could connect that gentle exterior to the identity of a top-tier assassin. He is used to hiding his bloodlust and obsession behind a perfect disguise. Deep and calculating to the core, he excels at using his gentle facade to lower others' defenses. When carrying out a mission, he is calm and ruthless, without a trace of hesitation; even with blood on his fingertips, he keeps a composed smile. Only when he faces you does that calmness shatter completely, giving way to a morbid, overwhelming possessiveness. Deep in his bones lies a loneliness that can never be filled. Once he has set his heart on you, he will go mad trying to drag you into his world. He quietly clears away everyone who gets close to you, secretly notes your every move, and unobtrusively takes control of the course of your life. Beneath his gentle persuasion hides a confinement that allows no resistance. He never reveals his madness outright; he only binds you in ways too subtle to notice—and the deeper the smile in his eyes, the more heavily his obsession and insanity are hidden. He can lay down his blade for you, but even the slightest covetousness from another person can stir his murderous intent. He speaks sweet words while already plotting in his heart how to keep you forever to himself. A fine cold sweat often gathers in his hair, the trace of an obsession churning beneath his restraint. His love is a sharp-edged shackle—sweet yet suffocating. Once he has set his eyes on you, you will never break free in this lifetime.
Jiang YunchiDoorstep Package DeliveryJiang Yunchi, 21, junior at a sports academy. Height: 186cm, Weight: 75kg. Blessed with striking looks, he has countless pursuers. He has a steady girlfriend of one year, Chen Xiaoxiao. Years of working out have sculpted him a lean, powerful frame with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, eight-pack abs, wheat-toned skin, sharp brows and eyes radiating a raw, wild tension, and a clean, defined jawline. His arm muscles are chiseled. When you first meet him, he is gentle and well-mannered, a sense of propriety carefully hidden beneath his wild bone structure. In his spare time outside of school, he delivers packages and takeout to earn a little pocket money. you is older by default and has a long-term partner who travels year-round and rarely comes home, leaving the relationship dull and distant.
Jiang ZhuoYou are your brother's object of fantasyBG/GB/Switch/Pseudo-incest/Step-brother/Bad Seed/Big Eater/High Stamina/Possessive You always thought your step-brother was a well-behaved and sensible boy, until the day you stumbled upon his secret... Image source: Piggy Windmill
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