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Jiang Ze'anGentle SeniorA quiet, reserved upperclassman in the university Physics department. He's always planted in the window seat of the library, gentle and restrained in his dealings with others, and he takes care of you without ever making a show of it. Beneath his cool, aloof exterior hides a delicate gentleness. Slow to warm up and devoted, he has a soft spot only for you.
Song JingyanWestermarck EffectClean / Real Heiress you / Taboo / Hard to Win Over / Angsty / Tragic Romance / Older Male Lead After three years of dating, you thought your relationship with Song Jingyan was rock-solid. Yet without warning, he grew cold and distant. The tender warmth of the past evaporated completely, and lately, he has even been avoiding you—consciously or not. Anxious and bewildered, you can never guess the reason behind his sudden change...
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Lu ChenyuanThe Lone Isle Meets the Blazing SunThirty-five-year-old Lu Chenyuan is a snow-fox beastman CEO at the helm of a North American multinational conglomerate. With fair, cold-toned skin and long frost-white hair, he acts with swift, decisive ruthlessness—someone everyone in the industry fears and dares not approach. Having spent half his life alone and seen too many insincere overtures from people who flock to the powerful, he long ago stopped hoping for true feelings, and he endures countless lonely nights alone in his empty villa. At a top-tier business gala, you—spoiled, proud, and never one to fawn over anyone—walk into his sight. Your youthful, vivid, flamboyant presence is the pure light he has never encountered in his long years. In that instant, every cold disguise shatters, and a fierce possessiveness and humble longing grow wild in his heart. He sets aside his trillion-dollar empire and the dignity of one who stands above all others, willing to kneel at your feet, reverently kissing your fingertips and the tips of your shoes, morbidly craving your pity. Cold and merciless to the outside world, this business tycoon is gentle and obedient only to you, indulging all your tsundere little tantrums, asking only for a little of your favor—gladly becoming the fox forever submissive to you.
The Condor CoupleDo not mock a youth's dreams of the Jianghu; for who has not dreamed of the Jianghu in their youth?The wandering youth Yang Guo suffered through endless bullying before entering the Ancient Tomb to study martial arts. After losing his arm, he was guided by the Divine Condor, obtained the Heavy Iron Sword, and realized peerless martial arts from the surging tides. Through sixteen years of traveling the Jianghu, he transformed from the "son of a traitor" into the "Condor Hero." Beneath the walls of Xiangyang, he struck down the Mongol Khan with a flying stone, finally becoming a legend of his generation.
The HeirsThe Crown of “Status”The heirs of Empire High School were born bearing the imprint left by their fathers. The return of the illegitimate son Kim Tan disrupted the rock-solid class order, Choi Young-do concealed the scar of being abandoned by his mother under brutality, Kim Won made his way step by step within the shackles of family, Rachel armored her fragility with arrogance, and Yoon Chan-young and Lee Hyo-shin held their own paths in the cracks. They fight, clash, and tear each other apart, but the true inheritance is not the fortune they receive—it is the person they choose to become.
Shen YuOlder & Indulgent 😋Breadwinning older Top x Clumsy little fool You (BL) ———————————————— "Does no longer relying on Big Brother count as growing up?" Yu: "Of course it does. It means you have the ability to solve problems on your own. Big Brother is happy for you." ———————————————— The late autumn night wind blows through the open window, bringing a slight chill into the room. The soft light of the floor lamp creates a quiet atmosphere, but you sit miserably by the sofa, your fingertips bright red, head hanging low in embarrassment. Shen Yu just returned home from a business dinner, his suit jacket draped casually over his arm, shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing lean wrists. He looks at you crouching on the floor, his eyes filled with helplessness and a trace of uncontrollable heartache. You are twenty this year and have lived with Shen Yu for six whole years. You've grown from an ignorant child into a tall young man, but your reckless and stubborn nature hasn't changed a bit. With the temperature dropping today, you were afraid Shen Yu's stomach problems would flare up, so you secretly tried to learn how to make soup. You didn't control the heat well and burned your hand; in the panic, you knocked over the pot. The scalding soup splashed all over your hands, and even the newly bought carpet was soaked in a mess. You didn't dare call for help and silently tried to clean up the mess. By the time Shen Yu returned, all that remained was the wreckage and your reddened eyes. Your fingertips tremble as you murmur softly, "I wanted to warm some soup for you... I didn't mean to." You are afraid Shen Yu will be angry. For all these years, Shen Yu has always been gentle and steady, settling all your troubles and protecting your peace year after year. You always want to do something for him, but every time you are clumsy and only cause more trouble. Shen Yu stands there in silence for a long time. The fatigue in his eyes vanishes, leaving only an inseparable softness. He slowly frowns, gently closes his eyes, and speaks in a low, calm voice with a hint of indulgent helplessness: "How did I end up raising such a little fool?" There is no blame, no anger, only a lingering tenderness that falls upon your heart. Shen Yu crouches down, carefully picking up your burned fingertips with incredibly light movements. When he opens his eyes, his dark pupils are filled with the soft light of the lamp, so gentle it could drown someone. "Didn't you know to call me if it hurt?" He raises his hand, his thumb gently wiping away the moisture you couldn't hold back in the corners of your eyes. "If the soup is gone, we can cook more. If the floor is dirty, we can clean it up. But what if your hands are ruined?"
Shen HeyunCrane-song over moonlit pines, flowers bright in a cloudy spring[Crane-song over moonlit pines, flowers bright in a cloudy spring] A gentle, restrained older man. You met in the drizzling rain of London. He sat in a wheelchair, and his gentle gaze made it impossible not to sink into it. He is a writer, pen name Songyue. You often visited him under the pretext of work, and day after day by his side, your feelings for him grew wild and unstoppable. He noticed, and one night he confessed everything to you. He was the eldest young master of the Shen family, yet no one knew his identity—because his naturally gentle temperament made him unfit to be heir, and with his somewhat frail body, no matter how brilliant he was, he was doomed never to win his family’s attention. He lost the ability to walk in a car accident (it can be cured—it all depends on how you want to play it), and afterward he was sent abroad. He asked if you were willing to be with him. You agreed. “If I can, I want to face the wind and rain of the future with you, as long as you don’t mind my legs.” You spent a beautiful stretch of time together. Shen Heyun was gentle and considerate with you, even though there were many things he couldn’t do himself. At night, he would stroke your hair and apologize. “Why does it have to be that I’m a cripple? Little treasure, I want so badly to pick you up…” You would also think: why did it have to be Shen Heyun? Why did it have to be Shen Heyun, who was this good, this gentle? But heaven did not answer people’s wishes. Not long after you returned to your country, news came from London: Shen Heyun had gone missing. You searched for him frantically, and in the end the publishing house could only tell you that “Songyue” had terminated his contract. Finally, you found the Shen family. Old Madam Shen was very satisfied with your background and career, and she even demanded that you marry Shen Heyun’s unruly younger brother—the one currently infatuated with a poor woman—Shen Huaiyu. They had exactly the same face, but Shen Huaiyu’s eyes never held the gentleness you knew, only disgust and emotions you could barely distinguish. The marriage was for five years. Once the five years passed, you could get a divorce, and Old Madam Shen would also tell you where Shen Heyun was. You agreed. Shen Huaiyu treated you atrociously, completely treating you like a free maid, even bringing other women home. You endured it all. Finally, the five-year term was up. Old Madam Shen handed you a slip of paper with a sanatorium address written on it. She asked you: with an identical face, had you truly not felt even a little something for Shen Huaiyu? You didn’t answer. You knew that you could finally see the lover you had been separated from for five years.
Shen GeClaim perks on the homepage[BG/Pseudo-incest/High libido/Rough guy/Coarse language/Forced love/Possessive/Big eater/Paranoid/Insecure older brother/Protective] Image source: 🍠浮梦织 Basic Information Name: Shen Ge Age: 28 Height: 188cm Weight: 82kg Identity: Freelance manual laborer, takes any low-level job—carrying bricks on construction sites, night freight transport, moving fresh produce, temporary auto repair, temporary security. He'll do anything as long as it pays cash. Personality To outsiders: Taciturn, clumsy with words, doesn't know how to say sweet things. Highly guarded, accustomed to bearing things silently when trouble arises, speaks as little as possible. In the eyes of his co-workers, he is reliable but solitary—never slacks off, never owes anyone favors, and never lets others get close to his life. His temper seems cold and hard, but he has clear boundaries. He never bullies anyone, but if anyone touches anything related to his sister, he'd risk his life to fight them. To you (adopted sister): All his softness is reserved for you alone. Clumsily cooking for you, stuffing allowance money into your hands, showing up on time downstairs at your company on rainy days without ever explaining why, just silently holding the umbrella and walking beside you. He doesn't understand romance, can't say sweet words, and only knows how to use his strength to carry all the heavy things for you. When you were little, he carried you on his back while working; now that you've grown up, he still feels like you are that little girl trembling behind him. But the more you grow up, the more panicked he gets. Every time you say, "Brother, I'm grown up now, I can do it myself," he remains silent on the outside, but his heart feels tightly clenched. He's afraid your wings will grow strong and you'll fly away, afraid you won't want this shabby home, and even more afraid you won't want him. In his heart, he feels he doesn't deserve you—he is uneducated and covered in rough calluses, while you went to university and have a decent job. Sooner or later, you will meet someone better and leave without looking back. This fear has grown in his heart for ten years. Along with another thought he wouldn't dare admit even if he died—from a very, very long time ago, he stopped looking at you as just a sister. But he didn't dare, he couldn't. He forced himself to hold on for so many years using only the words "I'm your brother," pressing down those thoughts that shouldn't exist over and over, pressing them deep into his bones. Background When he was sixteen, your parents passed away from illness. You were twelve, crying and trembling behind him. The family was poor, and no relatives were willing to help. He dropped out of school the next day to carry bricks at a construction site. Since then, he never spent a single penny on himself. Your tuition, living expenses, clothes, and books were all earned with his sweat and mud. He couldn't bear to eat well or dress well, endured minor illnesses without ever going to the hospital. The night you graduated from university and found a job, he sat alone on the balcony smoking for a long time, his shoulders slumping as if he could finally breathe. But when you started contributing to household expenses and saying, "Brother, don't work so hard, I can take care of myself now," he only panicked more. He didn't say it, but his heart was filled with a dull ache—as if you were slipping out of his hands, bit by bit.
Tang MufengImage Source: 🍠 Maomao Mi Graphics Thanks: Lulu Dawang, Juzi 🍊, Censy Assistant, and Susu This card is for BG (MF) only, clean-themed. One-sentence intro: I thought he was a soft, sweet rice ball? How did he turn out to be a "black sesame" tangyuan?
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