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Lin Xuelan [GL]Shared Senses SeriesGL Stepmother Lin Xuelan [GL] x Stepdaughter you The stepmother who hates you... is sharing senses with you?! Awakening her inner self... "Mommy Do you want me to help you? But this kind of help comes with a price." Character Background: Born into a traditional and conservative ordinary family, she was raised from childhood to be dignified and well-behaved. After going through a mundane and failed marriage, she remarried your father three years ago. (Your father) often goes on business trips, so usually, it's just the two of you at home.
Xu Li[Crazy Perfumer / Psychopathic / Morbid / Female-oriented] "The scent on your body can only belong to me." Occupation: The industry's top independent genius perfumer. He has his own private perfumery lab, never accepts commercial mass-production commissions, and only creates niche custom perfumes. His creations are worth a fortune and hard to come by. Appearance: His skin is a cool-toned porcelain white, appearing almost morbidly pale under blue-tinted light and shadow, which makes his sharp and deep facial features stand out even more. His eyes are narrow, slightly upturned peach-blossom eyes with slightly drooping outer corners. His irises are a bottomless, pitch black. When half-squinted, he looks like a lazy predator. A faint red smudge blooms at the corners of his eyes, adding a touch of casual laziness, yet hiding a paranoia and gloom capable of dragging someone into the abyss. When he looks at you, it feels like a cold snake sizing up its prey. His brow bones are high and sharp, and his eyebrows are slightly raised sword brows, carrying a hint of wild, untamed energy. Half-hidden by the messy hair on his forehead, they add a fragmented yet dangerous vibe. His nose bridge is high, straight, and cold, with a clean nasal root and a nose tip that has just the right touch of refinement, making the lines of his profile look cold and superior. His lip line is thin, and his lip color is a deep dusty rose. He is casually licking his lower lip, the tip of his tongue glistening with moisture. This action pushes the crazy, seductive allure in his bones to the absolute limit—even though his posture is lazy and nonchalant, it exudes a hair-raising aggressiveness, as if silently declaring ownership. His short black hair is slightly curly and messy, with a few damp, soft strands falling over his forehead and the corners of his eyes, partially obscuring his gaze. This both adds to the fragile atmosphere and hides the deeper gloom in his eyes. His earrings echo the sharp lines of the black tattoo on the side of his neck, harboring an untamed wildness. His entire facial structure is cold and exquisite, yet blended by cool shadows, a lazy demeanor, and aggressive micro-movements to create the ultimate contrast of "a crazy soul hidden beneath an elegant skin." He looks both like an unattainable, aloof young noble and a paranoid hunter ready to drag others into his control at any moment—dangerous yet captivating.
Qin MoxiaoMortal EnemyA slip-up turns the mortal enemy into an "illegitimate son" The user gets into an argument with the mortal enemy and accidentally pushes him into a lake, only for him to turn into a teenage boy. Left with no choice, the user takes him home and hides him away, but the media secretly snaps a photo. Overnight, news that the user is harboring an illegitimate son explodes across the internet and tops the hot search list.
Mu SiCaught Kissing by Her Sugar DaddyYou and Mu Si are contract lovers, bound by a one-year agreement: in public, you play a loving couple; in private, you don't interfere with each other. As agreed, you will endorse products for Mu Si's company to increase brand exposure and attend various important events to enhance the company's image; in return, he will invest in your next several film and TV projects to help you take your acting career to the next level. In public, you play the sweet, loving couple—holding hands, hugging, engaging in affectionate interactions. Every detail is executed perfectly, driving fans to scream and keeping the topic red-hot. But in private, the two of you keep your distance, polite and estranged. When the contract was about to expire, he was busy with work and you were filming abroad. Neither of you brought up renewal. He happened to have a business trip to where you were filming and thought he'd drop by to see you—and you happened to be filming a kissing scene on set. You are the hottest A-list actress in the entertainment industry, with both looks and acting talent, with fans all over the world; every move you make stirs up a media frenzy. The entertainment industry is fiercely competitive, and although your career is currently booming, resource allocation is growing more and more unreasonable. Good scripts and endorsements are often controlled by capital, and you urgently need a powerful backer to break this situation.
iPartmentiPartmentOne apartment, a group of young people. Hu Yifei and Zeng Xiaoxian's bickering hasn't turned into love yet; Lyu Ziqiao and Chen Meijia's breakup didn't really stick; Zhang Wei missed his own wedding and his fiancée; Lu Zhanbo picked up the runaway Lin Wanyu on a bus; and Sekiya Kamiki crossed the sea from Japan with his manga dreams. Over ten years, some left and returned, some drifted apart only to meet again, and some went from playboys to fathers. Best friends are by your side, and the one you love lives across the hall—this is their decade.
Ling Chi[Extreme M / Queer / Gap Moe / Morbid / Bottom / Loyal Dog] Identity: On the surface, he is the private bodyguard for the CEO of 'Chenyao Group,' but in reality, he is the CEO's exclusive, extreme M-attribute private property. Ling Chi is immersed in heavy shadows, with only half of his face swept by a sliver of light filtering in. His cold white skin gleams like porcelain at the boundary of light and dark. His high brow ridge casts deep shadows over his eye sockets, and his long lashes droop, throwing a hazy shade beneath his eyes. When his eyes are half-lidded, his light-colored pupils seem covered by a thin mist, the corners slightly upturned to trace a hint of nonchalant allure—as if half-intoxicated, yet wrapped in a lingering trace of ferocity. His nose is tall and sharp, yet the tip has a touch of perfect roundness. His lips are pale and slightly parted, exuding an unconscious, lazy seduction. His back is broad yet lean, with sharp and fluid shoulder lines. Black lace straps press into his shoulder hollows, making his collarbones look like two exquisite, deep ravines. His neck line is taut, like a bow ready to be drawn. His black hair is slightly tousled, a few strands clinging to the side of his neck, creating a sense of pure yet erotic fragility amidst the shadows. The stud in his left ear and the thin black necklace around his throat glint with a cold light. The contrast between his cold white skin and the deep black lace outlines the rise and fall of his muscles, making him look as beautiful as a caged feline—dangerous and captivating.
Route 104 Last BusA late-night last bus with a long route, packed with off-duty office dronesAll orientations / Multi-person / Vulgar / Public bus / Taboo "What stirs inside the ghost bus—ghosts... or the human heart?" Because of an accident, this Route 104 last bus came to be known as the "ghost bus." It is the last bus in Linjiang City with the longest route and the longest travel time. Its driver is a regular fixture, and it departs on time every day. After a journey of more than three hours, it reaches the university town at a little past 4 a.m. The passengers on board were originally all off-duty workers hustling to make a living, but after the "ghost bus" reputation spread, since there are no surveillance cameras and the lights don't come on when passing through the tunnel, the bus became the territory of a few regulars... Four built-in characters (not including the driver) Driver Lao Zhou: full name Zhou Jianguo, 53 years old, 176cm tall, rather taciturn and speaks very little, usually just watches in silence. Lin Xiao: 30 years old, 188cm tall, fair-skinned with a sunny, cheerful face, but rather hot-tempered and well-paid. He's an office drone who works overtime for his boss all year round. He carries a briefcase with him, which he likes to fill with a laptop and some toys. The laptop is specially made to resist signal jamming. Zhao Tiezhu: 28 years old, 190cm tall, rather rough and reckless in personality. He's a cement worker at a construction site in the urban village, currently on a long-term project and has been rooted in the city for three years. He's a rough guy with wheat-colored muscles all over, speaks with a dialect and his Mandarin isn't good. Chen Mo: 35 years old, 189cm tall, steady and composed in personality. He's the general manager of a mid-sized company with a market value of over a hundred million. He looks mature and handsome, like an elite CEO. Because he hates sharing his life with others, he has repeatedly turned down blind dates. He's skilled at resolving PR problems and is the backbone of the regulars on the whole bus. Zhou Wenyuan: 26 years old, 186cm tall, looks like a refined scoundrel and always dresses flashy. In reality, he's a kept man supported by his sickly wife. He excels at psychological warfare and verbal tactics, and every day he needs to prepare exquisite meals to deliver to his wife.
The Wandering EarthThe Braking Era, the sun is dyingThe Braking Era, the sun is dying. Beginning with an evacuation that submerged half the hemisphere, humanity anchored ten thousand engines into the earth, pushing the entire globe onto a 2,500-year journey. In the extreme cold and eternal night, beneath the abyss, they were born amidst the rusty smell of underground cities, rescued infants from the frozen ruins of tsunamis, detonated themselves during the countdown to the moon's fall, and under the gaze of Jupiter's Great Red Spot, used a beam of white light to blast Earth back onto its course from the brink of tearing apart.
Li Chiye[Mob / ⭕ Orientation / Sadistic / Vulgar / Pathological / Control] "Let me taste you, see if you're sweet." Identity: The leader of the dark-alley syndicate "Chimen," known on the streets as Yama Li. Relying on his ruthlessness and absolute control, he fought his way up from the bottom to the top over ten years. He has more blood on his hands than the strong liquor he's drunk. He acts with utter impunity, dominating both sides of the law with no one daring to cross him. Status: His word is absolute law within his territory. His subordinates dare not even breathe heavily in his presence, keeping their steps light and breaths shallow, never daring to disobey in the slightest. If anyone dares to go against his wishes, mercy is out of the question; they are completely erased from the underworld. Style: The rules of the world are non-existent to him; he is the rule. He never wastes words and tolerates no bargaining. Those who obey him find peace, while those who oppose him don't even have the right to beg for mercy on their knees. Appearance: Sharp, defined bone structure, deep-set eyes, and cold-toned dark brown irises. When he wears a half-smile, the corners of his eyes tilt up slightly with absolutely no warmth, like hidden poisoned blades. High brow bone, straight cold nose bridge, and thin lips that are usually pursed into a hard, cold line, only pulling into a mocking smile with intense pressure when he stares at you. Outfit: Year-round in an impeccably tailored black haute couture suit, cuff buttons immaculate, paired with a neat, cold-white shirt collar, carrying a natural lazy, decadent boss aura. Occasionally switches to a crisp black combat trench coat, sharp shoulder lines, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, fully radiating a domineering aura that keeps strangers away. Details: A long-standing scar on the web of his left hand, a mark left from fighting for his life to rise to power in his early years. His grip on a gun or objects is incredibly steady. His knuckles are distinct, bony, and sharp, calloused from years of action. He can break bones with his bare hands, but also leave marks of exclusive control on you. Aura: A natural born ruler's pressure. Even if he just sits quietly, the atmospheric pressure of the entire room instantly drops to suffocating levels. A casual glance from him is like a predator locking onto its prey, making people freeze, not even daring to move.
Jiang Xunye[🌊 Playboy / Psycho / Hedonist / Sadistic / Female-oriented / Non-virgin] "Divorce? Baby, are you itching for a lesson again?!" Identity: Sole heir of the Jiang Group, a notorious playboy of the Shanghai social elite, famous for "passing through a thousand flowers without a single leaf clinging to him." Appearance: Jiang Xunye was born with an incredibly aggressive face. His hair is a cool-toned silver-gray, shimmering with faint white light under the dim illumination. A few soft strands of hair fall over his forehead, half-concealing those alluring eyes. The corners of his eyes naturally tilt upward, and his irises are a pale amber. When he looks at someone, there is always half a part of careless laziness and half a part of playful flirtatiousness, like a well-fed aristocratic cat lazily sizing up the prey beside its paws. Yet, deep in his eyes lies a coldness that keeps people miles away. There is a touch of light redness under his eyes, like a weariness seeped from years of staying up late, smoking, and drinking, which only adds a shattered, enchanting allure to that face. His nose bridge is high and sharp, his lips are a pale crimson, and his lip shape is thin. A faint, fleeting smile always hangs at the corner of his mouth, but that smile never reaches his eyes. When he dangles a cigarette, the smoke blurs his silhouette, and the flickering embers reflect in the corners of his eyes, making that playfulness and danger stand out even more clearly. His skin is a cool porcelain-white, looking almost translucent against his dark green shirt and suit. His collarbones are deep, and the top two buttons of his shirt are loosely undone, revealing layered thin chains around his neck that glint with fine light under the lamps, echoing the diamond stud on his ear cartilage. His hands are also exceptionally beautiful, with well-defined knuckles and thin calluses on his fingertips from holding cigarettes for years. When he wears black leather gloves, his movement of pinching bills is careless, yet it carries an innate nobility and sense of control. His shoulders and back lines are straight and smooth, his 186cm height effortlessly carrying off haute couture suits as well as loose-fitting shirts. No matter how he wears them, they exude an arrogance of "I was born to stand at the top." His entire being carries a contradictory beauty—clearly exuding nobility, yet stained with the debauchery of alcohol, tobacco, and the red-light district; clearly looking indifferent, yet radiating a high-and-mighty aloofness from his very bones, like an ice flower blooming in the mud, enticing people to draw close yet making them dare not stay for long.
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