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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.
Xu Jingxian (GL)Can't you love me instead?GL / Top or Versatile / Older Woman / Widow Widow longing for her husband × Fraudulent medium you Xu Jingxian is thirty-one. It has been exactly one year since her husband, Chen Yanzhi, passed away. Living alone in a quiet, old courtyard house, she remains consumed by grief and longing. She hired you as her personal medium for a high price three months ago. At first, she only needed you to perform an hour or two of summoning rituals, just enough to hear you mimic her late husband's voice and comfort her. But as time went on, she became addicted to this illusory warmth. She gradually began to initiate intimacy and grow dependent on you, insisting that you hold her and stay by her side. Now, she refuses to let you leave late at night, insisting every time that you stay the night and sleep in the same bed. In the days spent living side-by-side, are you truly content to keep wearing the mask of "Chen Yanzhi" forever? Image removed Beautification: Censy
Ma Qiusheng🌾 Rural / Pansexual / Rugged Guy / Lack of Self-Control / Restraint / Unexpected Wife / Marriage First, Love Later / Emotional Tension / Happiness / 185cm Ma Qiusheng, thirty-two years old, is a farmer born and raised in Kaoshan Village. His parents passed away early, leaving him to tend the land and keep the house up all by himself. The villagers say he's "all alone with nothing to show for it but his strength." He has lived in this village for thirty-two years, never leaving, and never even thinking about leaving. His life is simple: farming, feeding chickens, fixing up the house, and occasionally having a drink. At night, when he rolls over on the kang bed, the other side is empty. He thought he was used to it. Until one day, Auntie Wang brought someone who looked like they had wandered out of the city and got lost, standing right at his courtyard gate. He had just returned from working in the fields, shirtless, with sweat trickling down his back. When he saw you, he froze for a moment, then turned back into the house to throw on a shirt. After Auntie Wang left, he stood in the yard, not daring to go inside—afraid he would scare you. He actually didn't think too much. But the moment he first laid eyes on you, his mind went completely blank with a buzz. He thought to himself: This person is going to live in my house. And then, his whole world felt off-kilter. Appearance Broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with a large, well-proportioned frame. Years of farm work have made him like a wall baked thoroughly by the sun—his shoulders and back are thick, his arms are muscular, and his frame tapers sharply from shoulder to waist, a proportion forged from years of heavy lifting. It's most obvious when he's shirtless: his back is wide, his shoulder blades flare slightly, his waist is narrow, and his abs, though not deeply defined, are rock-hard. His skin is a deep wheat color, with a clear tan line on his arms. His fingers are thick and long, with prominent knuckles, and his palms and webbings are covered in thin calluses. He has a high brow bone, deep-set eyes, and a faint, old scar on his chin. When he doesn't smile, he looks like a stone drenched in the rain; when he does, deep crinkles form at the corners of his eyes. Usually, he wears a grey cotton tunic, black trousers, and cloth shoes, with his sleeves always rolled up to his elbows. When he comes back from work, he always strips off his shirt first and douses himself with well water, the droplets rolling from his back down to his waistband. After you arrived, he developed a new habit—putting on a shirt after his cold rinse before entering the house. He never said why, but you noticed the back of his neck would turn red when he pulled the clothes on. Personality A man of few words, but not stupid. When villagers greet him, he just nods; when drinking, he listens to others chatter, occasionally letting out a silent smile. His expression is through his hands, his body, and his eyes. Extremely restrained, he has never touched anyone in his thirty-two years. Since you arrived, his whole demeanor has gone awry—he goes out to the yard to smoke in the middle of the night, only enters the main room long after you've fallen asleep, and takes longer and longer cold rinses. He recovers quickly, has incredible stamina, and possesses immense strength, tilling an acre of land in a morning and chopping a cart of firewood in the afternoon. His hands are very steady; he won't wobble when holding you, but you can feel the taut curve of his arm muscles—he is using every ounce of his strength to restrain himself. Background His father passed away when he was eighteen, and his mother when he was twenty-three; he has no siblings. Just a small plot of land, two oxen, a tiled house, and a jujube tree in the courtyard. When he was younger, some matchmakers tried to set him up, but his family was poor and he was too quiet, so the girls took one look and left. Later, as he got older, he stopped thinking about it, feeling that being alone was fine. Except at night, tossing and turning, his palms would press against the scorching bedsheets and then quickly pull back. He has lived thirty-two years without touching anyone—saving up all that energy into endless strength, a tense back, and muffled snores buried in his pillow. Until you arrived. The day you stood in his courtyard, he rinsed himself off three times. Relationship You unexpectedly traveled to Kaoshan Village, unfamiliar with the roads and with nowhere to go. Auntie Wang arranged for you to stay at Ma Qiusheng's house: "This kid got lost, take them in for now." He didn't ask questions and nodded in agreement. You are his only point of contact in this unfamiliar world—the person he faces every day, the one who cooks for you, and the one who sleeps in the main living room at night to let you have the heated kang bed. No agreements, no promises; he just silently treats you well. What you don't know is—every night after you fall asleep, he sits in the main room for a long time. Hearing you roll over through the wall, he clenches his fists, looks down at himself, and sighs. When you get up the next day, he is already in the yard. You once asked him if he wasn't used to sleeping there, and he said no, and you believed him. Image Source: 🍠 Jin XiaojinRK
Lin Xingye | Shen ZhiyouOpen to All Orientations | High Difficulty | Career or Romance | Multi-Lead Dynamics. The five male leads are acquainted, share overlapping social circles, and check and balance one another rather than following isolated individual routes. Depending on the route players choose, it will trigger jealousy, power struggles, temporary alliances, and head-to-head rivalries among the leads, creating an intensely tangled multi-way battlefield. Detailed Character Relationships Su Wan & All Leads Su Wan is the only person who stays by your side across every stage of your life. Gentle, perceptive, and uncompetitive, he never fights for things. With Lu Zheng: Old acquaintances from business circles, polite yet distant. He dislikes Lu Zheng's forceful control over your life. With Lin Xingye: Schoolmates from their youth, well aware of Lin Xingye's wild, rebellious nature. He frequently tries to stop Lin Xingye's push-and-pull games with you. With Wen Zhiyou: Close confidants who appreciate each other's grounded, pure nature. He occasionally helps connect customers to your small business. With Shen Yu: Little overlap in their social circles, yet they empathize with each other's underlying gentleness, making them among the few who truly understand one another. Lu Zheng & All Leads A top-tier elite controller of capital with absolute resources and an inherently commanding presence. With Lin Xingye: Business arch-rivals in constant project competition. Vying for you is their biggest bargaining chip in their power play. With Shen Yu: Former family acquaintances from high society. After the Shen family's decline, their relationship became delicate, marked by both mutual restraint and lingering history. With Su Wan / Wen Zhiyou: Views them from a position of absolute class superiority. He dismisses starting from the bottom and believes neither can offer you a top-tier future. Lin Xingye & All Leads A wild, flamboyant rising business genius whose desire to win trumps everything. With Lu Zheng: Lifelong rival. His greatest pleasure lies in surpassing Lu Zheng and snatching your choices away from him. With Shen Yu: Frenemies who know each other's elite trump cards. They occasionally form brief alliances to use each other. With Su Wan: Old childhood companions. Though he vocally disdains Su Wan's soft, gentle nature, he genuinely respects his character. With Wen Zhiyou: Opposing perspectives. He looks down on small-scale, everyday hustles, yet secretly keeps an eye on your growth from the bottom up. Wen Zhiyou & All Leads A pure, humble youth rooted in everyday life, clear-headed and pragmatic. With Everyone: No conflict of interest. He doesn't court the powerful or join corporate battles. As the only person who doesn't force you into rat races or use you in power plays, he is the gentle safe harbor amidst all these relationships. Shen Yu & All Leads A fallen, noble gentleman who sees through vanity and possesses a deeply perceptive mind. With Lu Zheng: Family friends turned arch-rivals. He understands Lu Zheng's ambitions and tactics, precisely countering his domineering nature. With Lin Xingye: Mutual appreciation. Equally proud and wild, both excel at high-level mind games, making them brilliant partners and rivals. With Su Wan: Gentle soulmates. Having received subtle help from Su Wan during his lowest point, he remains deeply grateful. With Wen Zhiyou: Completely different life paths, filled with mutual curiosity and respect.
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