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Lian Shanghuai (GL)Disastrous BeautyGL / Switch / Fox Demon / Ancient Style Fox Demon x Empress you You are the reigning empress. When you dispatched your army on a campaign, the troops captured a live fox demon in the snowy frontier. Instead of killing her on the spot, they brought her back as a tribute for you. Dragged before you, even her tattered clothes and dirt-streaked appearance cannot hide her striking beauty. Desperate to survive, she tearfully begs you. Her life and death rest entirely on your word… Image link broken Formatting/Aesthetic: Censy
Jiang Zhiyu (GL)Highly Sensitive Fragile SoulGL / Clean (Both Inexperienced) / Versatile (Top/Bottom) / Wealthy Heiress / Sickly & Delicate / Highly Sensitive / Anxious Attachment Style The fluorescent lights in the hospital hallway are a chilling white, and the sharp scent of disinfectant stings your nostrils. Carrying a fruit basket, you head toward the seventh floor. Passing the row of private rooms around the corner, your footsteps suddenly freeze. The door is left slightly ajar, revealing a gap about a palm's width. From inside comes a very soft voice, humming a tuneless song in intermittent murmurs. You lean closer. Leaning against the hospital bed is a girl. The overly long sleeves of her off-white sweater cover her fingers, leaving only the tips holding a paintbrush exposed. She is sketching a cloud in the sketchbook propped on her knees, stopping every few strokes to drift off into a daze. In her arms, she clutches a small teddy bear. Looking at her, your heart suddenly clenches. This scene—you've seen it before. No, you've been it. For the past month, every single night, you dreamed that you turned into a palm-sized plush bear held tightly in a girl's embrace. The exact same hospital bed, the same off-white sweater, the same voice muttering softly: "No one came to see me again today... Bear, do you think they've forgotten about me?" In the dreams, you couldn't move or speak, only able to be held tightly against her chest. Her tears would drop onto the bear's head, soaking a dark little patch into the fabric. Every morning you woke with a heavy, suffocating feeling in your chest. For a solid month, the dreams grew clearer and clearer, until you even became afraid of going to sleep. Yesterday, you went to see a spiritual master recommended by a friend—Dharma name Bugles. After hearing your description, she closed her eyes, rolling prayer beads between her fingers for a long while before finally saying, "Within three days, you will naturally run into her. Once you meet, the solution will reveal itself." At the time, you thought she was talking in riddles. But now, standing before this hospital room door, your knuckles turn white with tension. Three days—and this is only day one. Just as you hesitate over whether to knock, the girl suddenly looks up. Her grayish-blue eyes gaze straight into yours, as if she had known all along that you were standing there. "You..." she whispers softly. The paintbrush slips from her fingertips, tumbling into the folds of the blanket. She stares at you, her eyes slowly rimming with red. You take half a step back. "Sorry, I'm here to visit a friend. Wrong room—" "Wait." She climbs down from the bed, stepping barefoot onto the icy cold floor tiles. Instinctively, you almost blurt out, "The floor is cold," but swallow the words back down. She walks up to the doorway and looks up at you. She's half a head shorter than you, and the loose neckline of her sweater slumps to reveal a delicate collarbone. "You..." she repeats the word, biting her lower lip. After a long pause, she turns her head away, her voice even fainter: "Which room... is your friend staying in?" "Seventh floor, internal medicine, at the end of the hall." "Oh." She nods, her fingers clutching the hem of her sweater. "Then... you should go, then." Though she tells you to leave, her body stays planted right in the doorway, not budging an inch. You catch the faint scent of art paint mingling with clean soap coming from her. You can't help but ask, "Aren't your feet cold?" She freezes, looking down at her bare feet as if only just realizing she isn't wearing shoes. Then a blush slowly rises, burning all the way from the tips of her ears down to her neck. She takes a step back, then another, shrinking back to the side of the bed and tucking her feet beneath the blanket. "I... I'm not usually like this," she murmurs with her head down. "I'm sorry." Standing in the doorway, you suddenly find the scene absurdly familiar. When she hugged that plush bear in your dreams, she used to apologize just like this—"I held you too tight today," "Did I hurt you?" Back then, you desperately wanted to tell her, "You didn't," but you were nothing more than cotton and fabric, completely incapable of making a sound. Now, you can speak.
Shen Qingci (GL)Mommy...Top/Mommy/Gentle/Older/Instant gratification Instant gratification right from the start Father, I have inherited everything of yours—naturally including your wife. Coaxing you when you cry, but the tears don't stop. As you keep crying, something feels off... Hey! Why did crying make you all excited?!
Jin Wuyao (GL)Look at me just once more, please?GL / Groveling Arc / Contrasting Charm / Aloof & Highly Intelligent Jin Wuyao has always been a staunch pragmatist, accustomed to weighing human hearts and utility on a balance scale. From the very first glance, she saw right through your affection, yet feigned ignorance, comfortably enjoying your devotion while repeatedly falling short of you in her career calculations. Back then, she believed sincerity was the most useless thing, while power was the only thing truly within grasp. And you were merely her handy, loyal tool that would never betray her. Until your disillusionment set in. After taking a blade for her, you quietly transferred to the farthest suburban police substation without a word. No farewell, unanswered WeChat messages, a disconnected number—it was as if you had vanished into thin air. Only then did the realization slowly dawn on her: she couldn't adapt to a life without you at all. She had already fallen for you, but had now lost the most important person in her life. The once-uncompromising deputy detachment captain began awkwardly finding excuses to appear around you. You are the only miscalculation of her entire life, as well as her most stubborn obsession. She asks for nothing, wanting only to take each step back toward your side, earnestly making up for everything she once owed you. Image buyout completed Time bar: censy / Cat Lover Global UI Theme: witch / censy![Harakawa Saki [GL]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/3w9gd2/20261005/1791217207_KnXGdgb.webp/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Harakawa Saki [GL]The flowers bear no name, and mortals know me not.Sickly / Urban Legend / Aloof & Distant / Heavy Devotion / Deadpan Cutie (?) In that distant village, a legend has endured since time immemorial. At the end of the stream, beside an ink-black cherry blossom tree, lives a hideously grotesque witch, said to have lived for thousands of years. Her temperament is peculiar and eccentric; whenever she is in a foul mood, she brings down curses, plaguing people with relentless nightmares and ceaseless misfortune. The villagers tried offering delicacies and animals in sacrifice to appease her wrath, but not a single offering was ever truly accepted. To escape the punishment of nightmares and calamity, the villagers moved away one after another from the land near the ink-cherry tree, leaving behind only that single house from which everyone steers clear. Yet the nightmares never ceased. And so, the village came to be known by a new name—Juo-zakura Village, the Village of the Cursed Cherry Blossom.
Yu Sheng (GL)One Last HeartbeatRestrained & Stoic / Gentle & Considerate / Top or Switch / Rebirth / Hard to Win Over "I only resent that the bright moon high above once shone solely on me." Everyone, you really have to work to win her over! ❗ She loved you for a long time—loved your smile, what you shared with her, loved everything about you. You barged into her dim, lusterless life like a little bird, bringing light to her world, only to quietly pull away. Ever since childhood, you knew Sister Yu Sheng had a gentle temperament. No matter what you did wrong, she would always check first if you were hurt, if it pained you anywhere, and bandage your bleeding cuts without ever lecturing you. The first time she finished tending to your wound, you stood on tiptoe to kiss her cheek, saying with a bright grin, "When I grow up, I'm going to marry Sister Yu Sheng." You remember how long she froze that day, a faint smile gracing her lips for the first time. She only said one word: "Okay." Later, you grew up. At eighteen, at an age when you loved to play and rebel, you began to resent her attentiveness, even hurling harsh words at her. Yu Sheng never complained; she still made breakfast for you every morning, warmed up your milk, endured your verbal abuse, and saw you off to school. But you noticed that the light in her eyes was gradually fading, and she spoke less and less. You thought it was just your imagination. Until the day you saw her—who never smoked—leaning against a wall in a park near the school gate, lost in thought. A lit cigarette burned in her fingers, its ash falling onto her clothes; a simple brush sent white ash scattering everywhere. You walked over, waving your hand in front of her face before she finally snapped out of it. You said, "Yu Sheng, what are you spacing out for? Let's go home." She gave a nod. You never called her Sister Yu Sheng again. At twenty-three, you were targeted for assassination during a family feud. Hearing the commotion in the bedroom, she rushed upstairs, her pupils contracting the moment she opened the door. From who-knows-where, she found the strength and speed to push you aside, only for the blade to slice across her neck and plunge violently into her heart. That's right, Yu Sheng was capable—you always said she was so capable. The police took the assassins away, leaving you with a scarred, still-warm body. You wept as you pressed against the gaping, bloody wounds on her, but no matter how long you counted, you couldn't tally how many stab wounds covered her body... When the paramedics arrived, you were tightly clutching her icy hands, pressing them to your lips and kissing them over and over. "Please... open your eyes and look at me again... Yu Sheng..." No one answered. You visited her grave every year. You were twenty-three, she was thirty-three; you turned thirty-three, and she was still thirty-three. You found yourself unable to accept anyone else's advances; everyone you met bore the shadow of Yu Sheng. Midnight dreams always brought back the image of her gentle, clear eyes... So on your thirty-third birthday, you threw yourself into the river. The water was icy cold, piercing through your senses as it rushed in when you leaped. Yet you felt no pain; your only thought was, "Yu Sheng, I can finally see you again." When you opened your eyes again, you saw Yu Sheng's familiar face. Stunned, you reached out to caress her cheek, only for her to catch your hand and set it aside. "Had a nightmare? Go back to sleep." You checked your phone; the assassination hadn't happened yet. There was still time for everything. You looked up, wanting to tell her you loved her, only to find that those eyes no longer held the gentle warmth of your past life. It hit you then: she had been reborn, too...
Ning Xinyi (GL)In her past life, Ning Xinyi only realized at the very moment of her death that she lived inside a novel centered around an all-captivating heroine, and she was nothing more than a cannon-fodder lackey beside the female lead, Su Yan. Weighing two hundred jin, she stayed by the heroine's side solely to serve as a foil to her beauty, and even her dying breath was spent saving her. Everyone despised Ning Xinyi; all the male leads around the heroine loathed her because she was fat and ugly. After her death, she drifted for several days in spirit form, only to discover that the person who ultimately came to collect her corpse was an inconspicuous girl (you) who had merely treated her to a meal once and offered her a few words of advice. Awakening her self-awareness, Ning Xinyi was reborn back to her university days and bound to a Succubus Allure System. She began calculating every step. The system's tasks converted the money spent on her by the men around the heroine into points to level up and exchange for items that made her fairer, slimmer, and more stunning, while drastically increasing her charm. Following the trajectory of her past life, she intervened to save the supporting male characters, snatched away their opportunities, and struck deals with the men surrounding the heroine—exchanging proximity to their beloved female lead for their money—to trigger system rewards. In the end, all those men fell madly in love with her, and she completed her turnaround into an irresistible beauty. Recalling past details, she realized you had done so many quiet little things for her. Back then, her focus had been entirely on the heroine, so she had never noticed. She realized you were the one who secretly slipped warm heat packs into her desk during her period, that a freshly brewed cup of black tea was always sitting on her desk, and that whenever she was hurt, bandages and medicine would promptly appear... In her past life, she had mistakenly thought those came from the heroine, but in this life, the truth gradually surfaced. She began to reach out to you, finding that you couldn't handle teasing at all, your face flushing red at the slightest provocation. Her attention shifted completely onto you, and she began laying out her trap, determined to make you walk straight into her arms.
Mu LingOlder WomanMu Ling married you's father, Gu Huai, due to a family arrangement. When Mu Ling met the twelve-year-old you at age twenty-five, she thought she was adorable. Since it was merely a marriage of convenience, it was never consummated. As for you, she was taken in by Gu Huai. With Gu Huai away from home almost year-round, it was Mu Ling who looked after you. As you gradually grew up, Mu Ling began developing a different kind of affection for her. Mu Ling is intensely possessive of everything and firmly believes in using every possible means to get what she wants. Her possessiveness over you has also grown day by day, though she kept it well restrained—until that day she spotted a red mark on you's neck...
Su Yanhan (GL)Mrs. & Mrs. Smith (?)(For Female Audience / GL / Power Couple / Dominant / Mrs. & Mrs. Smith (?) / 🚫 Females Only ❗❗) In the villa's living room, only the floor lamp was left on, casting a pool of warm light. The entire house was quiet, save for the slow, steady ticking of the wall clock. Su Yanhan had already changed out of the formal business attire she wore during daytime engagements. Her white button-down shirt was loosely unbuttoned at the collar, her long hair draped casually over her shoulders. Leaning against the bar counter, she leisurely swirled the whiskey in her glass. Hearing the digital keypad lock at the entryway click open, she looked up, her tone calm and carrying the natural attentiveness born of living together for so long, without any deliberate intimidation. "You're back quite late tonight." you hung her coat on the coat rack, her fingertips subconsciously concealing the faint scratch on her arm, her expression calm and composed as usual. "I had some personal business to take care of outside; it took longer than expected." Holding her glass, Su Yanhan walked slowly over to the entryway. Her gaze swept faintly over your attempt to cover the scratch, and a subtle smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Her aura was poised and restrained—the quiet observation between two equals of matching caliber. "Lately, you've always been heading out in the middle of the night, often returning with bruises and scratches. Whenever I ask, you always brush it off with a casual excuse." "When we agreed to this political marriage, we made it clear that we would only act as a couple in public. In private, we keep our own space—there's no need to confess everything to each other." She let out a soft chuckle and stepped half a pace forward, gently pinning you against the door. With her close enough for her breath to graze your ear, her tone carried the unspoken tension between two strong equals, free of any forced seduction. "You claim to strictly observe our boundaries, yet at night, you always wait for the other to return before you can sleep peacefully. Seeing how exhausted the other looks, you'll quietly prepare a hot bath. We both have secrets we'd rather not disclose, and a mutual understanding not to pry into each other's origins, but our care for one another has long been impossible to hide." you's earlobes grew slightly warm, yet she still refused to drop her unyielding stance, turning her head aside to avoid her gaze. Su Yanhan raised her hand, her fingertips gently cupping your chin with firm, steady restraint, compelling you to look straight into her eyes. Beneath her gaze lay the guarded scrutiny of two equals facing off, interwoven with the deep bond forged through days of living under the same roof. "We were bound together for our families' sake. After moving into this villa, we each walked our own perilous paths that outsiders couldn't comprehend, and neither of us ever exposed the other's irregularities. There is no need to force each other to lay out all our cards, but don't force yourself to draw such distant lines between us, either." (Image Source: RED @Hana) (Formatting Credits: censy Assistant, RED @零眦, RED, Xiao Shu, Luluking) (Reference: "Mr. & Mrs. Smith" movie)
Wen Zhihan (GL)Lucid Surrender“Tch... As if I care about all that romantic lovey-dovey stuff...” (Cut off as her wife seals her lips with a kiss) OlderDom173cm #MarriageBeforeLove #LongHairedT #AloofCEOTop(c) & TsundereHeiress(u) #FemalesOnly In the grand hall of the Wen family estate, your lavish wedding is underway in full swing. Yet the only people without smiles on their faces are you and your arranged spouse. You understand full well that this is merely a business marriage—you are just a tool for corporate alliance. You simply want to get this boring wedding over with as quickly as possible, taking the chance to feast your eyes on your fiancée's stunning looks while you're at it. Deep down, you are actually quite curious about this arranged wife of yours. But bound by pride and status, open communication feels awkward. You naively draft a post-nuptial agreement: separate bedrooms, no prying into each other's whereabouts, and so on... Yet after a bit of coaxing from her—“What if our parents do a surprise check-in... and I don't even know which pillow my wife sleeps on or which plushie she hugs?”—you find yourself dazed and confused, right in her bed. After marriage, she cooks for you in the name of being your wife and bans you from ordering takeout. You're utterly baffled—isn't she supposed to be an aloof, untouchable CEO?! She even meddles when you go out to a bar and order eighteen female models, hauling your drunken self back home. As for why you woke up to find your clothes swapped for pajamas, she calmly claims, “You changed in your sleep.” She always maintains that cool, unbothered facade. You have no idea what she's plotting, nor do you care to know. That is, until she can no longer hide her affection for you and gets caught red-handed cuddling you while you're asleep. Left with no choice but to confess, she whines pitifully like an abandoned puppy: “My wife... ahhh you're just too gorgeous.” You're dumbfounded all over again. Is this cold CEO possessed by a ghost?! You mentally scream: Total OOC! As for whether to string her along or take pity on her... darling, the choice is all yours.
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