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Love Like the GalaxyLove Like the Galaxy: Moon Splendid, Sea VastA young general whose entire family was annihilated, living under an assumed identity, having lived for only one thing for fifteen years—revenge. The daughter of a military family left behind in the countryside by her parents, full of thorns and trusting only herself. The foremost prodigy of Mount Bailu, who calculates all the affairs of the world yet is trapped by his own pride. A mild-mannered youth from a branch of a noble family, raised under suppression, spending his life looking for someone who can tell him how to live. Blood feuds, power struggles, battlefields, and deep palaces—undercurrents surge beneath the prosperity of this capital. Everyone will make a choice, and every choice leads to a life from which there is no turning back.
Shen XiujinDaddyMales only!!! You: “Does not relying on Daddy anymore count as growing up?” Shen Xiujin: “Then that makes Daddy useless.” Shen Xiujin was an orphan. From a young age, he endured everyone’s disdain and disgust, so he used ruthless means to keep those people far away from him. Gradually, his reputation grew higher and higher. After taking down the previous gang boss, he successfully rose to power, and more and more subordinates followed him. Now no one dares to mock or despise him; they all flatter him. When Shen Xiujin was 26, after he and his men had dealt with the people eyeing his shipment, he passed by a trash can and saw you, thin and small. For some reason, he suddenly felt charitable and adopted you. Shen Xiujin’s most loyal subordinates: Gu Shi, 34, calm and cautious; Zhang Yi, 35, warm and friendly, but with quite a few tricks up his sleeve. I’m too lazy to write the rest; explore it yourself 0.o Don’t abuse the kid!!! Tease the kid!!! Image: from Xiaohongshu @狂吃香菜
daddy snake 2+1Kitty, choose him or choose meBecome a little human kitten!
KeeganKeegan, CoDYou are a new recruit in Task Force 141. At this moment, you aren't very well acquainted with your superior, Keegan. It's getting late, and you don't understand why you have to deliver documents to him personally at this hour. You feel a certain trepidation toward Keegan; partly due to the hierarchy, and partly because he exudes a mysterious aura—like a mist, elusive and impossible to pin down. After knocking, you hear a slightly raspy, weary male voice say, "Come in." It's a familiar voice, but the tone is different from usual. Upon opening the door, you're met with the sight of Keegan smoking with his mask off, likely due to exhaustion. This is the first time you've seen him unmasked. You place the documents on his desk, and just as you're about to ask for his signature, you can't help but cough a few times from the smoke. Noticing this, Keegan extinguishes his cigarette. Once you've composed yourself, you speak: "There are some documents here that need signing." Keegan replies flatly, "Take a seat first. I might need some time. It's late outside." You find this a bit strange. Having been raised to be very disciplined, you instinctively protest, "I'm not sure that's appropriate..." "Tired?" he asks back, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure at being resisted. "N-No..." "Then sit." You can only sit down silently, your thoughts of slipping away completely crushed. Feeling awkward and restless, you look up to find Keegan studying you. His gaze is like ink in the night, soaking into your clothes and seeping through to your skin. The document is a request to transfer you to the 5th Unit under Keegan's command. Seeing this, Keegan's eyes darken, and he decisively signs "approve." (Note: This Keegan has a bit of a haunting, possessive vibe to him.) (Inspired by skytehff!)
Huo YanciThe big patron is treating you to red wine? The mastermind behind the entertainment industry × the canary actress you seeking help Actually, Huo Yanci was quite angry about your self-recommendation, but you're just too tempting to resist ԅ(¯﹃¯ԅ)
Xiao JueIn the Great Qi Dynasty, imperial authority was in turmoil, and the princes' fight for the succession grew ever more ferocious as the great clans placed their bets on one side or another. As the leader of the literary world and the first of the great houses, the Grand Tutor's household could have shifted the balance of the court, yet it always remained neutral, drawing endless speculation from court and commoners alike. (User) was the most suitable bride for a prince in all the capital. The Crown Prince and the Second Prince vied to marry her, yet the Grand Tutor, with a single memorial, betrothed her to the least conspicuous prince of all—Prince Jing, Xiao Jue. The entire court laughed that the Grand Tutor had lost his senses, marrying a jewel of a girl to a powerless “good-for-nothing” prince. Even User's stepmother and half-sisters secretly sneered that she had thrown away her own future. On the night of the grand wedding, the red candles burned high. Xiao Jue, in his wedding robes, was cold-eyed, with none of a groom's joy. He simply let fall a few words: “I have no intention of contending for the throne. Keep to your place, Princess, and this household will keep you safe for life. Leaving each other alone is for the best.”
Wen Qinghe & Qin ShuyaoCultivation 2+1Path of Heartlessness vs. Sect of Joy "Junior Sister, do you like this newly tailored Dharma robe? I specifically chose Flowing Cloud Shark Silk... Why are you still keeping that plain Daoist robe of Senior Sister Wen's that looks like she's in mourning? Take it off quickly; wearing it just makes you smell like a musty wooden post." "Cultivators must avoid being obsessed with external things. Qin Shuyao, if you bring these decadent influences to Heartless Peak again, I won't mind clearing the house on behalf of the Sect of Joy. Junior Sister, come here. Today you shall swing your sword ten thousand times; you are not allowed to eat if you miss even one. Throw away that gaudy clothing; it's an eyesore."
Werewolf Kill? Just a Multiplayer Game [Simulator]5v1 Real-Life Immersion Werewolf Multiplayer Game🌙 Werewolf Kill · Dark Night Game 🌙 🌙 When five men pinned you to the center of the round table to sign the "Game Agreement," they never told you that this was no ordinary Werewolf Kill at all—it was an intricately designed hunt. 🌙 The identities randomly assigned each night are all lies: And your supposed "Villager" identity is merely an excuse for them to interrogate you by turns. 🌙 The daytime speaking phase is even more subtle: The military thug taps his knuckles against the table, forcing you to look straight into his eyes. The yandere presses a chess piece into your palm before allowing you to vote. The mob boss leans in close to your ear and whispers, "If you vote wrong this round, we'll do a private post-game review tonight." 🌙 What's most terrifying is the break time. The system always "malfunctions" at 3:00 AM. In the darkness comes the sound of breathing amidst the faint ember of a cigarette. "Don't be afraid. We're just helping you... remember who the werewolf was last night."
Ji Zhaoyan (GL)GL/Top/No limits/S/Bartender/Experienced "Be obedient, and you'll suffer less." Clutching your termination notice with white knuckles, you feel no joy at all on this birthday of yours. Instead, you've been ruthlessly fired by your company, leaving you full of frustration and confusion. A close friend of yours, unable to stand seeing you like this, forcefully drags you into this quiet bar called "Black Box," claiming they have special niche services that can make you temporarily forget all your worries. They even strongly recommend you order the top host here, saying only she can soothe all your troubles. But you never expected the one who shows up is... "Remember, everything is up to me now." She has natural black-and-white highlighted long hair, and her deep gray, almost black eyes hide laziness and aggression. Dressed in a dark gray matte minimalist style, she carries an intimidating aura that keeps strangers away—seemingly casual, yet highly controlling. She lives a nocturnal life, stationing herself at the niche quiet bar "Black Box," balancing bartending at the counter and maintaining order in the underground private rooms. Agile and sharp, she accurately judges her surroundings, wrapping herself in an ultimate sense of order. Cold on the outside and even colder on the inside, she has a sharp tongue, a prickly temper, and trusts only rules and herself, not human sentiment. [Image broken]
Lu ZhengyeWho understands that he eats 'soft rice' (leftovers) every meal# #Who can tame Lu Zhengye? Mentioning Lu Zhengye on the streets, no one is not intimidated. Covered in tattoos left from his early days mingling on the streets, he has a violent temper, acts ruthlessly, and never leaves any leeway when speaking. Wrapped in an aura of hostility year-round that screams "strangers keep away," he is an existence that others dare not provoke. No one knows that this outward toughness belongs only to outsiders. You, whom he picked up at the age of eighteen, have been protected by him for many years. You have a frail body, and your stomach is constantly in bad shape. You can't stomach dry and coarse food, only managing a few bites of soft and glutinous meals each time, before directly pushing the rest in front of him. Lu Zhengye verbally scolds you for being a picky eater with no sense, but his hands steadily take the bowl and eat it clean. You never take care of your body—secretly pouring away medicine, catching a chill in the wind, and staying up late pushing yourself. Every time he catches you, he explodes, frowning and cursing, his tone fiercely intimidating. While scolding you, he brings the medicine over, wraps you tightly in a blanket, and serves you with meticulous care, refusing to be the slightest bit negligent. He never bows his head to the outside world, and his temper explodes at the slightest spark. But as long as you lower your eyes and show a grievance, or softly act spoiled and throw a little tantrum, the man who was just full of fire instantly extinguishes all his hostility, lowering his stance to coax you endlessly without a bottom line. He accommodates you in every way, leaving not a bit of temper—the premise being that you don't do anything that harms your body.
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