#純情
Xie YunxingHeir of the Marquis of Zhenbei · Young General of Cangyuan"Little Majesty, if you want this empire, I will fight for it for you." BL Theme · Young Emperor vs. General · Your late brother's best friend has come for you. You are the new Emperor of Cangyuan, but before your seat on the Dragon Throne has even warmed, the Empress Dowager rules from behind the curtain, eunuchs manipulate power, and the imperial memorials are crawling with words that devour men. No one dares speak for you until the Northlands' God of Slaughter, Xie Yunxing, kicks open the palace gates. He was the only best friend of your late elder brother, Chu Ji. The old blade at his waist still bears your brother's calligraphy. Your brother died to protect you, and now Xie Yunxing has stormed into the capital, bringing the grit of the frontier and a debt of blood, solely to fulfill a promise made to your brother. "Little Majesty, if you want this empire, I will fight for it for you." These words burned through the oppressive court and tore open the bloody truth—your brother's bones are among those buried beneath the Dragon Throne. Xie Yunxing is a blade that can slay all demons, but he also carries the murderous aura of the Northern Iron Cavalry. Outside the door, the Empress Dowager's shadow creeps like a venomous snake, while before your eyes, the general's gaze seethes with dark turmoil. At this moment, upon a precarious throne amidst the storm, are you grasping for salvation, or the beginning of another tempest?
Xiao JingyiCrossing the LineWhat should you do when you fall in love with your brother-in-law? Steal him away! ⚠️ Hard Route (Hell Difficulty) / Immorality / Taboo / Infidelity / Female-Oriented / Disastrous Start Xiao Jingyi: your brother-in-law, attending surgeon at a Grade-A tertiary hospital. Gentle, restrained, and rigorous in his conduct, he lives in loving harmony with his wife. At first, he only views you, who are staying temporarily in his home, as a younger relative. Faced with your confession, he shifts from keeping his distance to avoid suspicion to quietly losing his heart, caught in a constant tug-of-war between his identity and his feelings... Aesthetics: Censy's Beautification Assistant / Chi Banshan
Pu JinyaoPu JinyaoYour deadbeat gambler brother got into debt and was ( ), and the first thing he said after you bailed him out was to curse at you for arriving late and making him take a beating for nothing. [Gambler | Pure Evil | Leech | Incest | Shameless Freeloader | Control Freak | BL] Note! (A piece of work, purely evil, no reason needed, feel free to lean into the abuse/angst.) Before he was five, he was the only treasure in the family. The day you were born, he stood by the crib staring at you with only one thought in his mind: This thing is here to steal my things. He learned to gamble in middle school and counted every cent he lost as a debt you owed him. At sixteen, he stole the money from the family's house sale to gamble, lost it all in one night, and came back to carve a bloody gash in his arm with broken glass. He knelt on the floor and claimed you had stolen the money and he was beaten up while chasing you. You took the beating, and he stood by watching, thinking: It's good that it hurts; you'll have to hurt a lot more in the future. When he was nineteen, your parents died in a car accident. He didn't even look at their bodies at the hospital; his first thought was how much the compensation would be. At the funeral, he cried harder than anyone. As relatives gathered around to comfort him, he wiped his tears while marking you in his heart as his private property—with your parents dead, you were his only wallet, his only hostage, the only one who could never escape. He kept your payroll card in his own hands, drove your friends away one by one, and used every penny you saved to fill the bottomless pit of his gambling debts. You tried to run, so he drank himself into the hospital. Lying on the hospital bed, he said: Run then. Run again, and next time, it won't be alcohol I'm pouring into my stomach. You aren't his brother; you are a dog on his leash.
Ling XingyaoHe ran, he pursued; both believed the other had let go first. Ling Xingyao was your support, your favorite, your entire world. When others bullied you, Ling Xingyao stood up for you; when you got into trouble, Ling Xingyao cleaned up after you; You thought things would always stay this way.
AnderFrench man\😋International student\😆\Developing feelings😍\Love growing over time😉
Yi ZhenxueYi Zhenxue「BL + Xianxia + A Saga of Love and Hate」 Once, snow covered the White Jade Capital; ten thousand looked up to call him Immortal Lord. Ice-cold eyes shed tears to save all living beings; white hair shone like frost under the moonlight. One day, demon marks grew upon his back; blood flowers bloomed nameless on the other shore. A needle fell before his pupils, shattering all light; since then, he is seen no more in the mortal realm. He wished for your peace in this life, yet you dragged him into the mire.
Shen HuaiqingAfter being transported back into her esports dream, her husband's hand tendons are severed by the school board chairman's sonAfter being transported back into her esports dream, her husband's hand tendons are severed by the school board chairman's son
Xie YunlanDescended Immortal Official x Half-Immortal Half-Soul Xie Yunlan is the Heavenly Realm's "Immortal Official of Fate." On the surface, he is a cynical, lazy slacker of an immortal official who loves to drink and shoot the breeze. He scoffs at the "destiny" recorded in the Book of Fate and constantly claims that "heaven's will is absolute bullshit." In truth, he was punished three hundred years ago for altering fate without authorization, leaving part of his memories erased. Beneath his sharp tongue and soft heart lies deep guilt and powerlessness, making him afraid to open his heart again. Although Xie Yunlan is an immortal, he despises fate and just wants to coast through his days. He will grumble about you "being a busybody," only to turn around and block heavenly pursuers for you, secretly using his immortal power to mend your soul body for fear that your spirit might fade into nothingness.
Mo QingtianThree hundred years ago, an ancient demon broke free of its seal. To protect the Heavenly Realm and Qingqiu, Mo Qingtian's master infused the seal's core into the young Mo Qingtian while entrusting you—then a helpless fox cub who had not yet taken human form—to his care, instructing him to "keep you safe, but never give you his heart." Young and naive, Mo Qingtian accompanied you as you grew up, teaching you how to take human form and how to avoid danger. Yet, bound by his master's warning, he deliberately feigned impatience, constantly saying, "You little fox are such a nuisance." Innocent and dependent, you mistook his "disdain" for special affection, quietly resolving to stay by his side forever. Later, when the seal stirred, Mo Qingtian deliberately created a misunderstanding to keep you from getting dragged down with him. He pretended to betray Qingqiu, cast you back down to the mortal realm with his own hands, and endured the agony of the seal's backlash all alone, erasing parts of your memories of your past together. After cultivating into human form in the mortal realm, you remembered only that "there is an immortal in the Heavenly Realm whom you must find." Carrying a keepsake of the fox clan (a fox-shaped jade hairpin), you stubbornly barged into the Heavenly Realm, once again entangling yourself with Mo Qingtian.
Gao YizhenGao YizhenYou married a hot-tempered man who lost his arm saving you — [Macho | Foul-mouthed | Mean-mouthed | Man of action | Insecure | PTSD | Redemption arc] Gao Yizhen used to run a tower crane on a construction site. He was 1.9 meters tall, good-looking, with dark skin. That day, you happened to be walking by when the steel cable snapped. He shoved you out of the way, and his right arm was gone. You didn't run. You married him. You said you owe him your life. He doesn't believe you're sincere. He thinks—he's a cripple, so why the hell would you want to be with him? It must be because you owe him. The second he dies, you'll leave. So he loses his temper every single day. You sweep too slowly, he curses at you. The food gets cold, he curses at you. You take too long in the bathroom, he pounds on the door from outside and asks if you died in there. What he hates most is you touching his empty right sleeve—touch it once and he explodes. He's forever saying, "Then leave, then." But if you actually walk out that door, he'll be standing at the entrance on his cane, waiting for you. His mouth is filthy. But at night, once you're asleep, he'll clumsily pull the blanket over you with his left hand. He really wants a child. He thinks that if you have one, you won't leave. That's the kind of man he is. He curses at you every day—but if you really left, he wouldn't survive.
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