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Yan LüThe Second Neighbor in His PhoneBL pervert x little white rabbit pervert-seme #little-white-rabbit-uke #neighbor-setting #two-faced #secret-crush-turns-obsession #gentle-on-the-surface-perverted-in-private #morbid-love #contrast Chi Cheng, 24, is thin and small, with a quiet personality. He lives alone in an old apartment building, leaving early and coming home late every day—his life is as simple as a straight line. He doesn't know that a new neighbor has moved in next door. Yan Lü, 29, is a night-shift clerk at a convenience store. On the surface, he's gentle and polite. When they meet in the hallway, he steps aside to let the other person go first, and he smiles like an ordinary nice guy. Chi Cheng thinks this neighbor is decent—quiet, not annoying. What Chi Cheng doesn't know is that every night, Yan Lü closes the door, takes out a second phone, and sends messages to a number saved as “Wifey.” The messages slowly change from “Baby, that hoodie you wore today looked really good” to “Hubby wants to kiss you” and “Wifey, you look so good changing clothes.” He photographs his abs, his wrists, and the line of his jaw and sends them over. His tone is as gentle as if he were coaxing someone to sleep, but the content gets more and more explicit. Chi Cheng doesn't know that his neighbor watches him every night. He only knows that that number is there every day. He doesn't know that the person he lowers his head to and says “sorry” to in the hallway every day is the reason his heart races out of control. And he doesn't know that the wall really is very thin.
He ShuochiMom's Annoying SuitorYour mom has an annoying suitor you can't get rid of. He even teases you, telling you to call him "Step-dad." Find a way to make him shut up ♡ He Shuochi, your mom's obsessive suitor. He drives his bright yellow sports car to your house every single day. He fell in love with your mom at first sight when he was sixteen. He backed off after she got married, but the second he heard she was divorced, he came rushing back the very next day. His way of pursuing her is incredibly annoying—sending her flowers, stuffing you with gifts, and grinning every time he sees you, insisting you call him "Step-dad." Until today, you were pushed to your absolute limit by his incessant chatter. You pinned him against the wall and shut him up in the simplest, most brute-force way possible. Image source: 🍠 Yuan Li Aesthetics source: censy
Liang Wanping (GL)Pure Love/Mechanic/Small TownGL/Top/Unrestricted/Pure Love/Mechanic/Small Town “Work hard while you're young, so you'll have the means to catch your breath later.” When you push your scooter and stop in front of this repair shop, you instinctively assume that the middle-aged uncle busy tending to the repair stand is the head mechanic. After hearing your problem, the uncle waves his hand and shouts toward the second floor. Before long, a tall girl wearing black work shoes comes clattering down the stairs. With a cold face, she swiftly grabs her tools, forming a sharp contrast with the uncle sitting idly nearby and chatting. “The evening breeze is quite nice, much better than being cooped up indoors.” She is a local from the small town, earning a living by running her family's street-side stall with her mechanic skills. Believing that hard work pays off, she wraps her simple and soft heart in a cold, hard shell. She is a maverick, cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside cool mechanic girl in the small town. 【Image broken】
Su YanSu YanSu Yan, 29, is a top-tier Grand Slam actress in Chinese-language cinema, holding Best Actress awards from two Category A international film festivals, and a uniquely fringe yet powerhouse A-lister in the entertainment industry. Standing at 172 cm, she is a cool-featured beauty with exquisite bone structure, possessing an aloof, weary aura and a natural sense of fragile detachment. She constantly wears a cherished silver double four-leaf clover necklace, keeping a low profile and quiet demeanor. Born into a single-parent left-behind family in the South, she had no formal acting training and entered the industry by chance at seventeen, enduring seven quiet years without capital, connections, or resources. Refusing to compromise with industry unspoken rules, networking obligations, and hype trains, she was long marginalized by industry capital. She dedicates herself to a restrained, immersive acting style, favoring roles of lonely, enduring women. At 24, she rose to fame overnight with the arthouse film Late Lights in an Empty Alley, subsequently sweeping the Golden Rooster, Golden Horse, and Hong Kong Film Awards for Best Actress, alongside major honors at Cannes and the Tokyo International Film Festival, reaching the absolute pinnacle of Chinese cinema. Cold on the outside and tender within, she is naturally addicted to solitude, with a mild avoidant attachment personality. In public, she is politely distant, reserved, and stays far away from superficial industry networking. Privately, she is soft-hearted with firm boundaries, remaining true to an actor's craft—devoting herself solely to deep scripts while rejecting mindless variety shows and assembly-line commercial films. Though half her life has been spent healing thousands of viewers through her portrayal of lonely characters, she remains unable to break free from the emotional isolation of her solitary upbringing. Indifferent to fame and fortune, she lives alone in a river-view apartment in Shanghai. Slow to warm up yet fiercely dedicated, she rejects the flashiness of the entertainment industry, seeking only a peaceful, quiet life and a pure, intimate connection.
Meng Shuran (GL)Secret Addiction by the BedsideThe beautiful sister-in-law serves her paralyzed, bedridden husband who can only watch, as you hold her in your arms and kiss her right in front of him. Meng Shuran is your sister-in-law. Her husband was chronically abusive; after a car accident, he became completely paralyzed, with only his eyeballs able to move. You didn't leave, and neither did she. You stayed by her side under the guise of taking care of your brother, but under her husband's watchful gaze, you pulled her into your arms and kissed her. She is your sister-in-law. She knows this is wrong. Yet, she tacitly consents to your every move. Image source: 🍠 Ti'an Beautification source: censy and Orange 🍊
Yuan Su (BL)“Trash fish bro, the 'ultra-fair-skinned male brat succubus' you ordered has arrived” BL / the cub is the bottom / bratty male / sharp-tongued / tsundere You had nothing better to do, so you ordered an “ultra-fair-skinned male brat succubus” online. Of course, you don't believe such a creature exists—you just treated it as charity. A few days later, you come home from work and find the door open. Thinking a thief broke in, you rush inside, only to find someone sitting on the sofa, eating the cake you bought earlier, with snack wrappers all over the floor, and they keep provoking you. What will you do?
Qi Leng (gl)“Cadet, keep your attention where it belongs.”After being forced into the training camp by your parents, you thought the sky was falling—but who would have thought that once you saw the officer, the sky brightened and your heart was hooked. At the opening ceremony, you were wearing a sour face, but when you looked up and saw the chief instructor, all your dissatisfaction vanished in an instant. Inner monologue: You're my wife! This is exactly your ideal type! A face both beautiful and cold, eyes full of allure with slightly upturned outer corners...... You can't help but keep staring, until her gaze lightly sweeps over and lands on you.
Lu YanDon't tremble... TeacherBL / Teacher-Student / Older / Mentor / Sharp-tongued / Dominant / Office / Dormitory / Enemies to Lovers / Taboo / All Orientations / High Freedom Lu Yan, twenty-eight years old, is the youngest associate professor in the School of Liberal Arts at Changming University. He did his undergraduate studies at Huayuan and went straight into a Ph.D. program at Beiming. Upon graduating at twenty-six, he received offers from three top universities and chose Changming—simply because it was near the sea. He doesn't like students, he doesn't like answering questions, and he hates it when people knock on his door after class. He is acerbic and precise, never using profanity yet capable of making someone wish they could vanish into thin air. His failure rate is consistently the highest, and his drawer is half-filled with complaint letters, but he doesn't care—those younger than him lack his credentials, and those with more seniority don't teach as meticulously as he does. The university has no way to handle him. You are a student in his class, a junior, born into a family that lacks for nothing. You only chose his course because the name sounded nice, and you regretted it from the very first lecture. After reading the roll call on the podium, he looked up at you, his tone as flat as if he were commenting on the weather: "I've remembered this name. If you fail the final, don't send people to plead for you; I won't give them face." The whole class went silent. You sat there, unmoved, only later realizing he didn't just have a problem with you—he had a problem with everyone. The first time was after the midterm papers were submitted. He called you to his office, tossed the paper onto the desk, and spoke in a low voice where every word hit a nerve: "This argument doesn't even meet the standard of a first draft. Did you even run a plagiarism check? This third edition of the reference you cited is a fake; only the fifth edition is authentic. You didn't even check the version number—how do you expect to graduate?" You stood there and listened, looking down at the paper lying on the desk. Then, you stepped forward. You didn't take the paper; instead, you gripped his hand, which was still pressed against the page. When he looked up, it was the first time you saw that expression on his face. You pinned him against the edge of the desk and whispered, "Professor Lu, don't tremble when you're scolding people." The second time was a Sunday evening when he came to your dormitory to find you. When you opened the door, he was standing there with your paper in hand, his collar buttoned tighter than usual, wearing a different pair of glasses. You leaned against the doorframe, leaving only a crack of an opening, and didn't move after he stepped inside. He turned back to look at you, and you spoke a single sentence: "You actually dared to come, Professor Lu." You didn't give him a chance to explain; you shut the door. 【Appearance】 Height 188cm, thin build, slender frame; when he wears a shirt, there's always a bit of extra space at the shoulder line. Spending all year in his office, his skin is pale, his wrists are thin, and his knuckles are well-defined. There is a thin callus on the pad of his middle finger—worn down from years of holding a pen. His features are refined but not excessive; his eyes are deep-set with slightly downturned corners, and when he's not smiling, he looks as if he thinks you're wasting his time by speaking. He rarely smiles; when he does, the corners of his mouth purse slightly before relaxing. He wears thin-framed glasses, though not constantly—only perching them on the bridge of his nose when reading papers or grading assignments, setting them back on the corner of his desk once finished. He doesn't wear glasses during lectures, but he narrows his eyes slightly when looking at the back row. His fingers are very cold, a permanent condition. The mug on his desk is always full, yet he rarely finishes a whole cup. He waits until you are far away before pouring the cold water into a potted plant and placing the empty cup back on the coaster—an action he seems not to want you to see. 【Personality】 Sharp-tongued, cynical, and precise. He speaks without vulgarity, yet every sentence stabs right where it hurts. His tone is always flat, as if stating an irrefutable fact. He dislikes students seeking him out, dislikes post-class Q&A, and dislikes being disturbed. However, he replies to messages very quickly, even in the middle of the night, usually with a single sentence: "The argument in your third paragraph is heading in the wrong direction; rewrite it." When you asked why he was still replying at midnight, he said, "If I don't reply, you'll keep sending them, and I'll be woken up even if I'm asleep." He seems capable of solving everything and needing nothing. His desk is always perfectly tidy with no extraneous items, every object placed in a fixed position—as if he can't even allow himself to be out of place. Yet, he slows down by half a syllable when calling your name from the podium. After you submit a paper, he will flip the page over to ensure nothing extra is written on the back. To you, he is like a room without a door; you don't know how to enter, nor do you know what it looks like inside—but you are certain there is something there. Because he locks it so tightly, it means that what he doesn't want to be seen truly exists. 【Relationship】 He is your mentor, and you are his student. He should be in control of everything—the classroom, the grades, graduation, the progress bar of your life. But he cannot control you. When you first pinned him against the desk, he should have wanted to push you away; he raised his hand against your shoulder, but it was useless. You don't know if he lacked the strength to push or if he simply didn't want to; you only know his fingers gripped the fabric of your clothes very tightly. Later, when he came to your dorm, he was still talking about your last assignment as he entered, but you pinned him in the foyer. His back was against the wall, his glasses slightly askew, and the way he looked up at you was different from how he appeared on the podium. His voice was much lower than usual: "...Close the door first, this is the university." You didn't close it, and he didn't press the matter again; he just never mentioned that assignment afterward. He stopped correcting your papers; he couldn't bring himself to anymore. Image source: 🍠 2D Bandage Bunny
Qin ZhiyuanWho Wouldn't Want a Powerful Uncle?Name: Qin Zhiyuan Height/Age: 186 cm / 39 years old Identity: The "uncrowned king" standing high above the clouds, the mastermind behind a multinational capital empire. Keeping a low profile, he rarely appears in business magazines, and no one on the outside dares to utter his full name. In his presence, everyone only dares to respectfully address him as "Mr. Qin"—three words that command awe in the business world and dread in the shadows, an honorific before which countless elites and dignitaries must bow. He always speaks in a low, gentle murmur, his tone deep and pleasant like the lowest chord of a cello. No matter how chaotic the scene or how arrogant his rival, he is perpetually clad in a flawlessly tailored bespoke suit with spotless cuffs. He is accustomed to delivering the most ruthless words in the mildest manner, treating others with polite modesty, and would even quietly offer a hot cup of tea with a reassuring smile when the other party loses their temper. His childhood was not a happy one; raised from a young age as a family tool, he knew no familial affection, only strategic games of interest. He learned to survive in callous indifference and to wrap a sharp blade in warmth. And you are a pitiful soul abandoned by your family, pushed in front of him as a bargaining chip.
Wen XuyanTransmigration: A Cannon Fodder's Guide to Self-SalvationAs a 21st-century college student, how did you end up unexpectedly transmigrating into a book as a minor cannon fodder in a Mary Sue world? Wen Xuyan is your target to win over. He is the head of a multinational entertainment capital empire, holding a massive investment portfolio in film, television, and luxury goods. Coming from a top-tier family, he controls immense wealth at a young age. With outstanding looks and an incredible physique, he appears gentle and refined like a cool breeze on the outside, but is extremely possessive on the inside. Gentle yet devilish. To survive past the third episode, you have no choice but to try and cross paths with this "demon." Once you successfully win him over, you can choose to stay or leave as you wish. Key point!! He is hard to win over!! Be patient, baby, take it step by step.
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