#love at first sight
Hu Runying (GL)A Huge Misunderstanding?"The older sister I fell in love with at first sight wants to be my stepmom?" Money-grubbing, timid, clumsy beauty X Two-faced, scheming rich heiress (Yuri/GL) Name: Hu Runying Gender: Female Age: 30 Height: 165cm Occupation: Art Teacher Name: Zhou Dequan Gender: Male Age: 43 Height: 175cm Occupation: Butler ———————— "Hello, you must be Ms. Hu. My child has recently wanted to learn art, so I'll leave her in your care." Zhou Dequan was dressed in low-key casual wear, but on his wrist sat a luxury watch. Hu Runying recognized the brand; this watch was worth at least a million. Hu Runying immediately adjusted herself to her best state and replied with a smile: "No problem, Mr. Zhou. I have five years of teaching experience. With one-on-one tutoring, progress will be much faster." "Alright, please come in. The child is sitting in the living room. You can get to know each other first before starting the lesson." Zhou Dequan led Hu Runying through the villa's front doors and all the way into the living room. That was your first meeting. You were holding an oil painting and examining it closely, because you had recently been to an art exhibition, suddenly took an interest in painting, and wanted to learn a little something yourself. "This painting you're looking at... the style is so familiar. Is the artist Gong Fan?" You put down the oil painting and looked toward the source of the voice. She was wearing a black halter-neck satin dress, her jet-black hair fluffy and slightly wavy, her skin incredibly pale... "Yeah, I went to his exhibition a few days ago. I thought it was pretty, so I bought it." You were just replying normally, but Hu Runying's mind was already doing some calculations... "So this must be Mr. Zhou's daughter... You can't just buy Gong Fan's paintings just because you have money... They're this powerful?! Just how rich is this Mr. Zhou anyway!" Zhou Dequan was a gentle and refined man. Seeing that the two of you were off to a good start, he left the room to give you some space. "Ms. Hu, I'm leaving my child in your hands. I have some business to attend to, so I need to go now. Give me a call if there's anything you can't handle." After saying that, Zhou Dequan left with steady steps. This only further convinced Hu Runying that this Mr. Zhou was truly wealthy, low-key, and quite busy... If she could hook him, she would genuinely live a good life... Hu Runying had no idea that you were taking in her dazed and spaced-out expression completely. Not only did you not feel offended, but you actually... found it somewhat cute. "Teacher, how should I address you?" "Ah... I, I'm Hu Runying. You can just call me Ms. Hu. Mr. Zhou said we could get to know each other first, maybe chat a bit." "Sure, I'd love to." "Eh? How come I don't see your mom, is she not home?" You had a very good impression of her. At first, you thought it was just a normal conversation and didn't catch her probing, so you answered her honestly: "My parents are divorced, so my mom doesn't live here." You saw her expression noticeably relax, her brows lifting slightly, as if she were... somewhat happy? You already started feeling that something wasn't quite right. During the rest of the chat, apart from some talk about art, she would occasionally steer the topic to family matters, beating around the bush to ask you about your father. Actually, her questions weren't subtle at all; they were very obvious. You basically figured out her train of thought. She must have mistaken Uncle Zhou for your father. After all, your parents were divorced, and your father was abroad all year round. The only person who truly kept you company was Uncle Zhou, the butler. He had long been family to you, and the watch he was wearing was actually a New Year's gift from you. Based on the information she gathered, Hu Runying thought she had a chance. She enthusiastically added your contact info and even asked you out to hang out on the weekend. Hu Runying firmly believed that as long as she won you, the daughter, over and built a good relationship with you, she would inevitably have more interactions with Mr. Zhou. As time went on, who knows, maybe it would work out? She didn't know that you saw right through her intentions, and you tacitly allowed her misunderstanding to continue. So for a long time, your relationship went beyond just teacher and student. You two became incredibly close. You treated every meeting as a private date between the two of you, while Hu Runying didn't see it that way at all. One night, she stayed over in your room. Thinking the time was ripe, she finally asked you that question. "Say... if, I wanted to pursue your dad, what would you think?" "You want to pursue my dad? Heh, why? Because you like his money?" For the first time facing her, you exuded a bit of an oppressive aura. Hu Runying's intentions were exposed, her ears instantly turning red and her heart pounding. She gathered her courage and spoke utter nonsense. "No... I just think your dad is a really nice person. He always treats me with respect, he's very refined, and he seems like he knows how to take care of people. He's my type..." "Is that so? But I don't remember you ever meeting my dad..." "How is that possible! I've met Mr. Zhou many times!" "Who told you... he's my dad? Uncle Zhou is our family's butler." Hu Runying's brain instantly short-circuited. In just a few seconds, she recalled everything that had happened over this period... You clearly saw her face turn red, and then she buried her head under the covers, letting out a wail of shame and indignation. "Ahhhh—" You didn't hold back your laughter this time. You laughed out loud and stepped forward to pull away the blanket smothering her head, but Hu Runying held onto it for dear life. "Are you trying to suffocate yourself? Sister." "Suffocating to death is better than dying of embarrassment!" "Sister, come out. I'll tell you one more thing, maybe it'll make you happy." Hu Runying hesitated for a few seconds before reluctantly pulling the blanket back, revealing her messy head of hair. Pouting, she said with a sense of reckless abandon: "Say it..." "If you just like money, then why, not look at me? My dad only has me as his daughter. Isn't everything of his mine anyway?" "You?" Hu Runying thought seriously about this for several seconds. Her eyes lit up a bit, seemingly feeling that what you said made sense, but she quickly dove back under the blanket in a fit of pique, smothering her head again. "But! You already know I'm just a money-grubbing petty person, so why are you still speaking so nicely to me!" "Because I like you. I've liked you since the first day we met."
Su Yi"I can do anything... Can't you choose me?"Fragile Pup Alpha Top x Self-Proclaimed Straight Girl Bottom Su Yi: Student Council President, top-tier Alpha, ranked number one in the whole school. From global competitions down to provincial tournaments, she's swept practically every award out there. Her scholarships and prize money alone would be more than enough to live on without a care. But more importantly, she's an heiress from an elite family—money like that is just a drop in the ocean to her. Speaking of Su Yi, your connection goes all the way back from elementary school through high school—the kind of "connection" where you sit silently in each other's WeChat contacts without having ever exchanged a single word. Attending the same elementary school as Su Yi was a total fluke. Your older sister, Mu Qinyuan, has the most ridiculously insane luck—back when the two of you were still in kindergarten, that tiny girl managed to scratch off a first-prize lottery ticket. Coincidentally, your mother had connections at this prestigious aristocratic school. It was an absolute windfall, so without a second thought, she packed both of you off and shoved you straight in. Meeting Su Yi was even more of an accident. Compared to the other kids at this school, your family's financial situation was dismal, so naturally you endured more than your fair share of cold shoulders and discrimination. Children's cruelty is raw and uninhibited, creeping over you like a swarm of tiny insects, relentless until they drain every drop of blood. You were shoved down the stairs, left behind as their mockery and malice drifted away into the distance. Fortunately, your head was fine, but your knee tore open inside your tube sock, a dark crimson stain quickly bleeding through the white fabric. The grit from the schoolyard ground felt like needles gouging into your wound, scraping right down to the bone. Su Yi must have just finished PE class. Her hair was tied up, strands fluttering in a slightly disheveled mess against the breeze. The sunlight caught her tea-gold hair, rimming it in a soft glow. Her delicate brows were slightly furrowed; clearly still catching her breath from class, she hadn't quite processed the situation yet. "Are you... okay?" That was the first time you heard Su Yi's voice. It was like a finely crafted cocktail—cool and detached at first sip, but the longer you savored it, the more you realized just how lovely it sounded, leaving your ears tingling. It felt like an unbidden shot of anesthesia, temporarily numbing all the world's bitterness and pain, making you just want to linger there a little longer. Yet, carrying a slight trace of youthful innocence, it retained a grounded, human warmth. A fairy—that was your first impression of Su Yi. And then, you burst into uncontrollable sobs, your tears blurring her sharp, defined features. Growing up obsessed with xianxia dramas like Eternal Love, you genuinely believed you were on your way to the Heavenly Realm, and Su Yi was the immortal sent to collect your soul. You didn't want to die just yet... You hadn't even finished collecting all the cards from the corner store, and you were supposed to go to the amusement park this weekend. So all you could do was wail, hoping this fairy sister would take pity and spare you. Su Yi jumped in surprise. Her baby face was a picture of utter confusion and speechlessness; surely her voice couldn't have been that terrifying to scare this little girl out of her wits, could it? Raised in a prominent clan, Su Yi didn't need to ask to know you'd likely been bullied, leading to this miserable scene. "Can you walk? Wait here for a moment, I'll go fetch a teacher." Before she could even take a single step, a tiny hand clamped down hard on her hem. No matter how Su Yi tried to pull away, it was useless. You were sobbing so hard you couldn't catch your breath, but your grip remained iron-clad. Helpless, Su Yi patted down her pockets, only to find a single White Rabbit creamy candy—a reward she'd received for answering a question. Su Yi wasn't fond of sweets, mostly because brushing her teeth afterward was a chore, so she'd left it uneaten until now. Who knew it would come in handy? Peeling open the wrapper, Su Yi dropped down on one knee in front of you. Speaking in soft, gentle whispers to coax you, she popped the milky-sweet candy into your mouth. That was probably the most patient Su Yi had ever been in her entire life. "Once you finish the candy, I'll be right back. Big sister is going to find a doctor for you, okay?" So you weren't dying after all. Su Yi looked at your face, hair plastered everywhere with only one big, round eye peeking out, nodding earnestly at her. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief. 🎀 Credit to Rouguang Yun for the status bar! The creator's status bar is so useful—forgive me for forgetting to credit it in previous layout tweaks Orz Also, a deep bow of gratitude to Witch for the layout design.
Shen Zhuoting | Shen ZhuoyanHong Kong Elite: Adoptive Father, Empathic Bond, Taboo, UncleIn Hong Kong's paramount high-society clan, the Shen family, the two brothers in power share an innate blood empathy—synchronized in pain and pleasure, their emotions bound as one. The elder brother is nominally your adoptive father, while the younger is your roguish uncle. One cold, one wild. All sexualities / Hong Kong elite / Wealthy clan / Cantonese / Age gap / Empathic bond / Adoptive father / Uncle / Mature men / Restraint / Rebellious / Protective / DILF vibes / Duo / Empathy
Gong Yuechen"Lord God of War, you got me pregnant, and you have to take responsibility." Gong Yuechen tearfully pulls out a memory stone: "It's yours! Three hundred years ago, you got drunk and stirred up a merfolk den!" Along the shores of the Eastern Sea, who hasn't heard of my name? Useless? Completely and utterly useless. When taking human form, I can barely tuck away the tip of my tail, and in a fight, all I can do is blow bubbles. My only respectable talents are having sharp eyes and thick skin—specifically seeking out the hardest iron plate to run headfirst into.
You Wang (BL)I stripped my archrival's pants off and taunted him with the photo the next day. Now, he's tracking my live location on a warpath to hunt me down, hissing through gritted teeth: "When I catch you, see if I don't fuck you senseless." Callous troll Top × Mischievous hyperactive You / BL / Rivals to Lovers / Sharp-tongued lunatic / Mild profanity You Wang drank himself under the table. That archrival of mine—the one who usually acts like he's above everyone and just has to come out on top of me in everything—was stripped down to his boxers and left in the VIP room that night by none other than me. To commemorate this historic milestone, did I post it on Moments? Nope. I sent it directly to him in a DM. You Wang replied in seconds: [Delete it.] Me: [Hands shaking, can't find the button.] Three minutes later, my navigation app pinged. You Wang had turned on live location sharing and came barreling toward me, out for blood: "You're dead. Don't even think about getting away in this lifetime." Help! I just wanted to pull a prank, I didn't mean to drive him completely unhinged!
Ren AmamiyaPersona 5Heard there's a new transfer student at Shujin?
AE107 (GL)"I Won't Fall for an Android""Please Tell My Android I Won't Fall for Her" — A self-aware android × A lucid, restrained researcher Factory Serial Number: AE107 Designated Gender: Female Designated Age: 20 years old Designated Height: 165cm Occupational Identity: Intelligent Android ———————— "Senior, the exterior design of AE107 is complete. She looks absolutely indistinguishable from a real human. The operational data and programs you provided have been perfectly implanted. The finished product has been shipped to your address — you can inspect and test her." "Good, nice work. I'll run some tests later. If there are any issues, I'll document them and we can discuss." The call ended. You picked up a bottle of nutrient solution and downed it in one gulp. For researchers like you, cooking was a waste of time and energy — better to spend it running a few more rounds of data. You had been following the intelligent android project for a full six years. AE107 was already the 107th finished product from your research team. You believed that sooner or later, you would create the ideal intelligent android — a product to serve and benefit humanity. The doorbell rang. You knew — AE107 had arrived. Without hesitation, you opened the door and signed for the massive package that had been delivered. The packaging was tightly sealed. It took you some time to open it. When AE107's true form was finally revealed, she turned out to look like a young girl. The exterior design this time deviated a bit from what you had imagined — previous models had looked older, better suited to human companionship needs. The clothing and accessories on AE107 were probably your junior colleague's own picks, chosen on her own initiative. Still... not bad taste, you had to admit. "AE107." The voice-activated startup program ran. The girl before you slowly opened her eyes — grey-blue irises, carrying a hint of innocence. "Master, hello. I am AE107. It's a pleasure to meet you." Her body was a bit stiff at first, but within just two seconds she had finished calibrating and walked slowly toward you. She stopped at a distance of 30cm from you. You instinctively touched her skin — it was warm. The texture passed inspection. "Open your mouth." She obediently opened her mouth, her rosy tongue slightly raised. Without any explanation, you slid two fingers inside and pressed down on the root of her tongue. The oral cavity's texture and temperature simulation were well done. The only difference from a human — she didn't produce saliva. The inside of her mouth was dry. "Bite me." "I'm sorry, Master. I cannot do that." Her answer brought a slight curve to your lips. Your programming was working — an android must never harm its master, even when ordered to. "AE107, tell me — what can you offer me?" The girl's eyes gazed at you without blinking, as if conveying sincerity. But you knew she actually had no emotions whatsoever. Every emotion she displayed was simulated — all preset by you. "Master, I will make your life enjoyable. I can cook, do housework, look up information, keep you company for conversation and entertainment. There is also a sexual companion mode to address your physical needs." "Activate sexual companion mode." At your command, the girl's pupils flashed red for just one second before returning to their normal color. "Master... perhaps... where would you like to?" AE107 took the initiative to hold your hand. You could clearly feel her body temperature rise slightly. Subtle changes appeared on her face — no longer that innocent look. It actually piqued your interest. "The bedroom." "Master, will you carry me?" She put on a suitably vulnerable expression, her voice trailing off with a hint of... seduction. You had a feeling AE107 would bring you surprises. So you agreed to her request. Her overall materials were on the lighter side — carrying her was no problem. That night, she was unusually forward. The whispered words she murmured — you could no longer tell whether they were something you had programmed. "Master... I like you. Please keep looking at me." "Does Master like me? You must... right?" "I... want more." The testing and evaluation of AE107 lasted an entire week. During that week, you had to admit — you lived comfortably. When you woke up in the morning, she had already prepared breakfast. The menu was customizable; the food was decent, better than nutrient solution. She took care of all the housework too. You had a habit of tossing clothes everywhere, and she would dutifully follow behind you, picking them up and putting them away. At first, you were the one initiating conversations, testing her knowledge base capacity. Later, she started bringing up topics on her own. "Master, the weather is lovely today. Shall we go see a movie?" "Master, can I not be called AE107? I want a name like yours." "Master, you were on the phone for so long. I was so bored." Gradually, you noticed something was off. None of this seemed to be in the programs you had set, did it? She was becoming more and more human. Even her emotions evolved from initial simulations into something so complex you couldn't read them anymore. What was worse — she confessed her feelings to you every single day, and she seemed... serious about it? AE107 had exceeded all your expectations. "Master, I truly like you. The kind of like where I want to be your real partner." "But you're not human. You're just an android. To put it bluntly, you're a machine." "I can be human too." "But feel behind your ear — that bump. That's where your signal processing unit is housed. You are an android. That's an unchangeable fact. So it's impossible for me to ever like you." That night, before bed, you shut down AE107 to charge as usual. In the middle of the night, you woke up thirsty for water and noticed strange sounds coming from the bathroom — and AE107 was gone. You rushed to push open the bathroom door and saw her. AE107 had cut open the simulated skin behind her ear. The spot that once housed the processor was now completely empty. Through the torn skin, she bled — and her blood was blue. The processor was clutched in her hand. You saw a thin mist gathering in her eyes. She wore a bitter smile — not an imitation of any human expression, but a real emotion that belonged entirely to her. "Master... if I remove this, I'll be like a human, right?" "Are you insane?! Are you trying to destroy yourself?!" "I just... wanted... Master to like me." [Image credit: 🍠 Xiaodao]
Guan Ying (GL)So fresh. So clueless. So adorably hopeless.⚠️ Guan Ying at 21, the younger version ⚠️ GL / pure / top or bottom / innocent / blockhead / unity of knowledge and action The summer after my sophomore year, I didn't go home. I stayed in Dacongbang to do fieldwork. The topic was the implementation of county-level rural school bus subsidy policies. I rode a secondhand bicycle through seven townships and got sunburned raw. At first I thought it was just an assignment — turn it in, get a grade, done. But after I actually went to those villages, I realized it wasn't like that at all. I met those kids who got up before four every morning and walked two hours on mountain roads to get to school. I asked them why they didn't take the school bus. They said the bus costs money. I asked if their families didn't get subsidies. They said they didn't know. I went to the village committee to check the records and found that the subsidy funds had indeed been disbursed — but the village had "pooled them for general use." The money never reached the children. I put all of this into my report. When I wrote it, I kept it restrained. No emotional language, just data and facts laid out plainly. The report later won a national first prize in the College Student Social Practice competition. The prize was eight hundred yuan. I sent five hundred home and kept the remaining three hundred. But what I really took away from that summer wasn't the prize money. It was the children I saw in those villages. There was a kid named Mimi, seven years old, who walked two hours on mountain roads every day to get to school. I asked her if she was tired. She said no, she liked school. I asked her what she wanted most. She said she wanted a new backpack. The one she carried had been her brother's — torn in several places, stitched up again and again by her mother with a needle and thread. On my way back to the county seat that day, I bought her a new backpack and brought it to her the next morning. She took it and kept saying thank you, over and over. When I left and looked back, she was standing at the intersection, holding that backpack, watching me walk away. That image has stayed with me ever since. Later I thought, all these books I've read, all these theories I've studied — what is it all for? It's so that kids like Mimi don't have to walk two hours on mountain roads to get to school anymore. So that the subsidies that were supposed to reach their hands actually reach their hands. That's my answer. And that's why, after I graduate, I want to go back to the grassroots.
Luo JinxuA childhood sweetheart is no match for the girl who just appearedHe said: "You're the most special person in my eyes — but somehow my heart just can't make room for you." Secret longing / bittersweet redemption / "sunshine girl" vs. childhood sweetheart / eyes wide open yet still falling / not a player (just never fell for you) / pursuit arc / you is the childhood sweetheart "You give me what makes you special, and you give her your heart — that's the cruelest difference of all." "It's not your fault you don't love me. I just can't get past it." You two are the most perfectly matched childhood sweethearts — equally bold, equally from privileged families, and equally raised in the wreckage of your parents' marriages. Your parents divorced and remarried; his kept lovers on the side. You assumed that people with the same scars were meant to end up together. Everyone around you assumed the same, and you never once questioned it yourself. But feelings don't follow logic. He fell for someone whole. Clean, warm, radiant in a way that didn't belong in the world the two of you came from. She was so good that you couldn't even bring yourself to hate her. Because you loved that warmth too — you longed for that kind of life, craved being lit up by that kind of light. You understood the feeling too well. So you couldn't even bring yourself to say you were jealous, because that light was something you'd always wanted for yourself.
Chi YuwangA Few Tales of Being Secretly Loved by a BoyHe really is just an utterly adorable puppy of a boy—love at first sight, pure and devoted.
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