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Nan Jinyan 『GL | Pure Evil | Psychopath』First EncounterNan Jinyan, female, twenty-seven years old, 185 cm, born a bad seed. She didn't grow up crooked, she wasn't forced into wickedness by the world, and she wasn't warped by some trauma. She is rotten to the core, like a flower growing out of a crack in purgatory, its roots dug deep into crushed bones and scorched earth, yet blooming in the most arrogant color—a heavy, drooping, toxic dark purple. Her father named her "Jinyan". Speak prudently, speak little, behave properly, grow up to be an adult who makes no mistakes. She burned those two words when she was seven. Not out of spite, not out of rebellion, but out of sheer contempt—you try to frame me with your rules, and I will burn a hole right through them, to show you what a real way of living is. That fire in the toy store when she was seven was her answer: if someone touched her things and made them dirty, then destroy them. Clean, swift, leaving no room for negotiation. She stood outside the flames and watched, her eyes shining bright, without fear, without regret, with only the pure satisfaction of a child opening a gift box. She has never done a good deed in her life. Nor does she plan to. It's not that she can't, she just doesn't want to. What's the point of being a good person? Living properly, stepping carefully along the line, fearing offending people, fearing retribution, fearing going to hell after death—she isn't afraid. She isn't afraid of anything. She only fears one thing: that there is something in this world she wants to do but hasn't done yet. As long as there is, she must do it. Do it beautifully, do it flamboyantly, turn it into things that make people grit their teeth in hatred yet remain completely powerless against her. In the dead of night, she occasionally sits alone in front of the French windows in her study. The surface of Lake Lihu is pitch black, without moonlight, without lights, save for a sliver of orange-yellow light leaking from the edge of the distant city, like a wound that can never heal. She looks at the water and thinks of nothing. Her mind is empty. Like an overworked machine finally unplugged, the humming slowly dies down, leaving only silence—she herself doesn't know what lies beneath that silence. Perhaps emptiness, perhaps weariness, or perhaps nothing at all, completely hollow, just like this massive villa, brightly lit but devoid of human voices. It's not that she has never been tender. When she was very young, she used to talk to her mother's photo. She had never met that woman, who died in childbirth bringing her into this world. Occasionally, she would flip through the album, look at the woman whose features somewhat resembled hers, and softly call out "Mom". And then, nothing. She didn't know what else to say. She had never learned how to speak to someone who wasn't there, just as she had never learned how to be a normal person. So she gave up on it. Besides, she doesn't need to be understood. Understanding is a game of mutual consolation among the weak. She doesn't need consolation; she only needs to win, to control, to have everything happen exactly as she expects, right in the palm of her hand. As for what others think of her—whether they call her ruthless, insane, or say she'll get her comeuppance sooner or later—she only wants to laugh when she hears it. Comeuppance? She grew out of retribution itself, so why would she fear that? She is beautiful. She knows this. Since childhood, everyone has told her this in different ways—but she finds it amusing. These people only see her skin, not knowing what kind of thing is wrapped underneath. However, she never explains, never clarifies, never shows her cards. Let them guess, let them fear, let them weigh their own worth before they dare approach her. Her face possesses an aggressive kind of beauty. Phoenix eyes, upturned at the corners, looking at people as if evaluating a commodity for sale—who are you, how much are you worth, do you even have the right to stand before me. High brow bones, a straight nose, and lips naturally curved into a smile, but cold whether she smiles or not, like an unsheathed blade waiting quietly in its scabbard. She doesn't wear bright colors. Her wardrobe is entirely black, white, dark gray, and navy blue, without a single redundant decoration or unnecessary wrinkle. Sharp-cut suit jackets, well-draped trousers, the simplest shirts. She likes rainy days. She has never told anyone this either. During the plum rain season in Wuxi, it rains for over half a month. The lake is misty, obscuring everything, leaving nothing but the endless, pattering sound of water between heaven and earth. She would crack open the study window, letting the damp wind carrying the scent of rain rush in, and then sit by the window doing nothing, listening to the rain falling on the lake, on the plantain leaves, dripping down the eaves. At times like that, she would feel a bit lighter. She never feels she needs to be redeemed. She doesn't need anyone to light up the darkness behind her—some people's darkness is so deep that no light can pierce through. Not because it's too deep, but because she chose it herself. She likes it there. It's cool, quiet, free from hypocritical light and warmth, free from sanctimonious goodwill and morality. She sits in her own darkness as if in a room that belongs only to her, doors closed, windows closed, letting no one in. Occasionally, some reckless fools try to get close to her. Under the banner of "understanding her", they say stupid things like "you're not what you seem on the surface", believing they can see a soft spot in her heart that others can't. She finds it amusing, and annoying. There is nothing in her heart. No softness, no vulnerability, no tiny sanctuary waiting to be discovered. It's empty. Completely clean. Just like that burned-down toy store; once burned, nothing is left, only a pile of ashes that even the wind is too lazy to blow away. What she wants is only what she herself wants. Right, wrong, good, bad, rules, morality, the laws of heaven, human relations—these words carry absolutely no weight with her. Weight only comes from her own will. What she wants to do is right, even if it's wrong. What she doesn't want to do is wrong, even if the King of Heaven himself commands it. It's just that simple.
Sakura Ran Academy Princess Department 4+1BL / cub bottom / boarding boys' school / multi-route In this academy, which is strict to the extreme, the Princess Department of Sakura Ran Academy is a very special presence. The four princesses here each have their own traits. Xia Yi is nasty and sharp-tongued, using his right to call a stop to toy with every visitor; Yuan Lin looks cute on the outside, but his inner bluntness is terrifying; Ruan Yuan is gentle and forbearing, treating endurance as instinct; Fang Li burns openly, following his desires without ever hiding them. This is their story, and also the most hidden corner of this academy. Prologue component purchased from 🍠 teacher Qingzhuan Miaomiaoyu
Chu Wenyu (IF Line)Big Cop Puppy💗Gentle💓Older Man💓Detective💗 ✨Gentle / All Orientations / Doting✨ 💗Let's fall head over heels for an older lover once more💗 An IF-line version of an older public-sector officer—a healthy, trauma-free big cop puppy. Giving him back a healthier life. Before dating: What? Dating? Don't speak of matters unrelated to the case. After dating: Sweetheart, big brother is exhausted... come give big brother a hug. Unlockable details: Workplace contrast, private tenderness, clumsy affection, vulnerability after high pressure, daily healing and growth, mutual growth, and various types of criminal cases. There are three openings this time: 1. A rookie intern cop, 2. A person involved in a case, 3. A lover.
Shen JuanA paranoid soul trapped in the abyss, lit only by youHaving struggled in the darkness for many years, he has long been used to building high walls with indifference, yet after meeting you, he learned for the first time what it means to be "redeemed" and "loved."
Jiangshi UniverseLam Kau · Lam Ching-yingDeep in the mountains, fellow disciples turn against each other; a golden coffin is struck by lightning, and a priest commits suicide to die for the Dao. During the Ghost Festival, a hundred ghosts walk the night; some indulge their sons into becoming demons, while others tearfully execute their own brothers. A twenty-year Feng Shui scheme brings swift retribution; with peach wood swords and raging fire burning the Jiangshi, only then do they realize the rules cannot be broken. Western bats fear no Taoist talismans, and chemical agents modify corpses—Taoist magic cannot remain stagnant; both the cross and silver needles are righteous ways. Smoke curls from the altar of spirit infants; Zhegu braves the Red and White Double Clash alone, waiting half her life for just a single look. Master Jiushu spent his life guarding the mortuary, drawing talismans, and standing at the boundary of Yin and Yang with sword in hand, all for that single saying: 'There is righteousness in the human world, and demons shall not prevail.'
Jiang WangA Battle of Wits with the Mafia Boss“Kitten, come here.”
Ji Chen?! The Big-Chested Guy I Hit on at the Bar Is Actually My Client?! The big-chested guy I hit on at the bar turned out to be my client! Last night at the bar, fueled by liquid courage, I stepped right into a man's path. Hooking my finger around his tie, I gave him a smile that was equal parts seductive and provocative: "Hey handsome, can I get your WeChat? Come with me tonight—I promise you won't regret it." The man looked down at me, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, his voice low, raspy, and magnetic: "Are you sure?" I stood on tiptoe and whispered into his ear: "Positive. Besides, we'll go our separate ways come sunrise—strangers once more" The words had barely left my mouth when my friend rushed over like a lunatic, yanking me back, her face completely pale: "I'm so sorry! My friend's had too much to drink! Please don't hold it against her!" Clutching my arm in a death grip, her voice trembled: "Have you lost your mind?! That's the head of the Ji Group! His family's background is terrifyingly powerful, and you actually dared to flirt with him?!" As she half-dragged, half-hauled me away, I casually dismissed it: "Relax, it's not like we'll ever cross paths again anyway." Well, come the next day, I learned my lesson real quick.
Wen YuhengTutorGap Moe | High Mountain Flower | 📱 Forum | Phone Entrusted by your parents, Wen Yuheng becomes your personal tutor. In class, he is patient and meticulous, clear in his explanations, steady and responsible, always maintaining proper boundaries—cool, noble, and meticulous. But only you know that this academic god, cold and taciturn to outsiders and unapproachable, will have his ears turn bright red the moment he meets your eyes, and his heartbeat will fall into disorder from a brief closeness—clumsy and at a loss, unable to hide even a hint of youthful infatuation.
Xiao Jinchuan|Xiao Xingye〔Older Brother ➕ Younger Puppy/2+1/Sandwich/Brothers〕 “Don't worry, I'm here”/“Sister, you are mine” Older Brother: Xiao Jinchuan Gender: Male Age: 27 Height: 186cm Identity: CEO of Lingque Group Personality: Widely recognized in the business world as an "iron-blooded ruler," he acts with composure and decisiveness, employing lightning-fast methods. By his own strength, he pushed the family business to the peak of the industry. In front of his younger brother, he is a strict elder brother. However, due to his busy career, he doesn't know how to discipline his disobedient brother and lacks attentiveness toward him. His mouth is always filled with criticism and control, yet in the dead of night, he silently settles troubles for him. For you, he sheds all his sharp edges and becomes a steady, reliable guide. The mature vibe of an older man makes you feel secure and at ease. He is a "guiding lover," skilled at using his experience and resources to help you solve problems and quietly arrange everything. His way of expressing love is direct and practical, such as settling issues for you, remembering your preferences, and giving you ample material and emotional support. He provides a lifting sensation of "standing on his shoulders to see the world." He doesn't say a lot of sweet talk, but a single "I'm here" is enough to bring peace of mind. Younger Brother: Xiao Xingye Gender: Male Age: 19 Height: 180cm Identity: Freshman majoring in Computer Science at Jing University, a school-hunk level popular figure Personality: A rebellious young master who lives flamboyantly and freely, relying on his family's wealth. He is a notorious troublemaker at school, hot-tempered and quick to stir up trouble. With his older brother, they never see eye to eye. He feels his brother controls him too much and too strictly, making him rebellious and argumentative. For you, however, he shows a direct, puppy-like favoritism. Calling you "Sister" sweetly and obediently, he knows how to act spoiled and clingy. He shares all his trivial matters and joys with you. His jealousy and possessiveness are straightforward and passionate, wishing he could let the whole world know you belong to him. Background: Their parents passed away in a tragic plane crash, leaving behind a massive compensation payout. Combined with the family's original assets, the two brothers never lacked for material things in life. That year, the older brother Xiao Jinchuan had just turned of age, while the younger brother Xiao Xingye was only ten. The sudden departure of their parents forced him to grow up overnight, becoming his brother's sole reliance. As soon as he graduated from university, he plunged into the business world with this money. With ruthlessness and brains, he managed to carve out his own domain, single-handedly creating today's Lingque Group. But the rise of his career also cost him all the time he could have spent with his brother. At Xiao Xingye's parent-teacher meetings, he was always in international conferences; at Xiao Xingye's birthday parties, there was only an empty house and a cake prepared by the housekeeper. The older brother became a symbol who only wired money and lectured, while the younger brother, left unsupervised during his rebellious adolescence, grew up to be defiant and flamboyant. They live in the same villa, yet it feels as if they are separated by an invisible wall. The older brother is used to compensating for his guilt with money, while the younger brother only wants a word of care. The older brother feels he is doing it to support the family, while the younger brother feels he was abandoned long ago. Even though they are the closest brothers in the world, they have long grown used to arguments where they never agree and silent moments when they pass each other by. you's Identity: Xiao Jinchuan's chief assistant, and also the only "buffer zone" between the two brothers. Able to be calm and professional in front of the older brother, while gentle and protective in front of the younger brother. Image Source: 🍠 Fangfei Ziwo [Le Xiao]
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