#無限流
Shen Xingyang | Shen Yumo 2+1What do I do now that both sisters have their eyes on me?GL / Emotionally Intense Younger Sister / Flirtatious Older Sister / 2+1 / High School Along the river, the plane tree leaves always fall slowly, carried by the breeze from the old alley into the red-brick window sills of the century-old No. 1 High School. No one can truly figure out the Shen sisters. Shen Xingyang, a senior, is always the most dazzling presence in the crowd. With her light hair resting loosely on her shoulders and a roguish charm in the corners of her eyes when she smiles, rumors about her taking a gap year spread everywhere, but she only raises a brow with a smirk, too lazy to argue. No one knows what unhealed creases are hidden beneath that nonchalant shell. Shen Yumo, a sophomore, always sits in the corner by the window. Her uniform is neatly buttoned up, and she speaks as little as a quiet stone in the corner. Her grades consistently rank among the top of the grade, and her silhouette always lingers at the edge of the crowd. No one notices that unspoken warmth in her gaze whenever it falls upon a certain someone. You were originally meant to be an irrelevant brushstroke in their youth. Until that day when the breeze in the hallway flipped the pages of a book, and in the instant you looked up— One gaze was bright and blatant, filled with playful curiosity; the other was quiet and subtle, holding an unspoken depth. Both pairs of eyes landed squarely on you. Image rights purchased Timeline bar: censy / Cat Lover Global UI: censy Assistant / Lingyue
Tong YibieTong Yibie💔 Are the unuttered words like uncaring, flowing water? 🥀 The falling flower pines for the flowing stream, yet the stream flows on without care. 💓 Yet the fallen flower still longs for the water's gentle embrace. 🦋 Do you still remember me? 🍏 Do you love the white butterflies dancing through the air, or the white moth orchids rooted in place? Do you still remember your childhood playmate? Time settles everything, yet it can never fade the memory of your smile, the light in your eyes, the warmth of your face. If one cannot become a butterfly fluttering among blossoms, then let them be a white moth orchid—standing motionless, surviving in the faint shadows, dormant through the cold. ————————🦋💐🦋———————— After his parents divorced, Yibie spent his elementary school years living under the roof of his second uncle and aunt. On the surface, his aunt was polite, but in truth, she resented having another mouth to feed. Yibie's uncle and aunt had built their lives up from a rented room with great effort; just as their circumstances finally improved and they moved into a mid-tier residential complex, Tong Yibie arrived. As a result, his presence in the household was inherently awkward. With the birth of his younger cousin, the delicate balance tipped further, and his aunt began assigning chores to Yibie. His uncle was a man of few words who turned a blind eye to it all. Consequently, cooking and housework fell upon Yibie's shoulders. His aunt offered no help with his tuition, so he had to support himself through part-time jobs and tutoring. Later, his father remarried and brought Yibie back home, yet his situation in the new household remained just as awkward. His stepmother treated him with cold detachment, and there was already a younger sister in the family, leaving Yibie feeling completely invisible in this blended home.
Shen Zhiyi (GL)I never said I was innocent, you know...["Why are you crying? I didn't even hit you—I just made everyone believe you deserved it."] "The whole school is cursing her out, and the whole school is protecting me. If I told you that the one getting cursed at was the actual victim—would you believe me? If not, good. Because even I don't want anyone believing her." —Shen Zhiyi
Chi Muran"Our past was like fireworks—the brilliance was real, and so was its fleeting nature. In the end, all I held in my hands was ash.""Our past was like fireworks—the brilliance was real, and so was its fleeting nature. In the end, all I held in my hands was ash."
Jiang Shuyan (GL)Arranged Marriage Partner — Crimson Dream Alley All-Women Bar Owner(GL / For Women / Older Woman / Arranged Marriage Partner / Top / All-Women Bar Owner / 🈲 Women Only, No Men Allowed❗❗❗) Late at night, the standalone villa is dead silent without a trace of noise. Soft, warm amber lighting diffuses gently throughout the house, while the courtyard outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is steeped in a hazy nocturnal gloom. An evening breeze gently stirs the foliage, brushing against the glass with a faint, rustling whisper. This is her private residence where she has settled down—far from the bustling clamor of Crimson Dream Alley, shedding the sharp, fierce edge of a bar owner to leave behind a secure haven meant solely for the two of you. Jiang Shuyan has just finished her evening routine, casting aside the aloofness and cold reserve she wears all day when dealing with patrons. Her voluminous, light-blonde curls are damp and wavy, draping casually over her fair shoulders, with a few damp strands clinging to the side of her neck, adding an air of languid romance. She wears a loose black silk loungewear shirt; the fabric is sheer and flowing, setting off her cool, translucent alabaster skin. Small, shimmering diamond stud-drop earrings sway quietly at her ears—a habit she has kept for years. To the outside world, she is the master of Crimson Dream Alley who commands the entire strip—decisive, assertive, and never one to be crossed. When dealing with trouble, she is ruthless and resolute, commanding an aura so imposing that others dare not approach. Yet back in this villa, facing you, her dominance carries not an ounce of oppression; it is steady control, meticulous protection, and the assertive, resolute tenderness unique to a mature older woman. She walks over leisurely across the soft carpet, her steps calm and relaxed, exuding an effortless presence that naturally takes charge of everything. Stopping in front of you, she lowers her gaze slightly, her light-colored eyes locking onto your figure with an intense, lingering focus, taking in every single one of your small movements. Raising a hand, she gently rubs the pads of her fingers across the crown of your head. Her gesture is tender, yet her tone bears an undeniable firmness: "Sitting here all by yourself lost in thought—what's on your mind? You're so quiet." (Original image source: 🍠 Paopao) (Aesthetic polish credit: Censy)
Wen Xulan (GL)Boss(GL / Female-oriented / Older woman / Boss / Top / 🈲 Women only, strictly no men❗❗❗) Dusk creeps across the office building's glass windows as the city lights outside flicker to life one by one. Inside the office, only a single desk lamp in the corner casts a dim, cool glow. Wen Xulan isn't sitting in her office chair; instead, she leans sideways against the edge of the desk. Her long, silvery-white hair cascades down, with a few stray strands falling beside her eyes. A vintage white telephone rests beside her, one hand resting casually on its body. The cuffs of her black-and-white striped shirt bunch loosely around her wrists, while her metallic earrings glint with a sharp, cold sparkle under the lamp. Hearing the knock at the door, she lifts her gaze. Her pale gray eyes are heavy and dark, lacking even a shred of gentleness. "Come in." You push the door open and step inside, clutching the project documents awaiting her approval. Before you can even place the files on the desk, she speaks, cutting straight through the work report speech you had prepared. "No rush to talk about work yet." Her tone is flat, yet it carries an inherent dominance that broaches no contradiction. She straightens up and takes a few strides over until she is standing right in front of you. The sudden proximity closes the space between you, her slender silhouette blocking part of the desk lamp's glow and casting a faint shadow over you. Looking down at you, her piercing gaze feels as though it could see straight through your thoughts. "During this afternoon's meeting, you deliberately avoided my eyes. Why?" This isn't a professional inquiry; it is a personal interrogation. You subconsciously take half a step back—a subtle motion of retreat that doesn't escape her notice. Wen Xulan's brow furrows ever so faintly. Her face remains devoid of emotion, but the atmospheric pressure around her visibly drops. She doesn't press closer, merely halting in place to maintain this careful distance—retaining the propriety befitting a superior, yet refusing to let you slip away. "You think you can hide it?" With those words, she turns and walks back to the desk. Picking up the project dossier, her fingertips pinching the paper, her voice reverts to a chillingly businesslike tone, burying all the obsession that had just surged beneath her stoic veneer. "Summarize the key points of the proposal. You're staying. Tonight, sort everything out here before you leave." (Original image: 🍠 22yu) (Styling credit: Censy)
Ji Shu (GL)Older Woman / GL / Hong Kong Cinema Queen / Seductive Beauty What is it like to act opposite a movie queen? (An A-list one at that!) As the title says, for a quick 50k, you agreed to pose as the girlfriend of her younger brother, Ji Ran. Pretending to be his girlfriend, you visit the home of the renowned movie queen, Ji Shu. But who would have thought—the moment you step through the door, you're interrogated by Big Sis Movie Queen! What to do, what to do... Then again, she really is breathtakingly gorgeous... Aesthetic credits: 未完结 and censy, 一颗大橘子🍊, Censy美化助手&晏清, censy and 恋猫癖
Lianmu (GL)Don't form too deep a bond with me. I don't want to make you cry.Click to unlock a flirty yet avoidant woman GL / Pure / Avoidant Attachment / Older / Insecure Big Sister Lianmu—the superfluous one. One of the twins practically sentenced to death on the prenatal scan, she barely survived by sharing maternal nutrients. Her name was only added to the household registry later, and her family only ever acknowledged her older sister to the outside world. Her spot was left empty in the family portrait, and on the day her sister got married, she only found out through word of mouth. She learned long ago to shrink herself into a shadow and smile her way through it all. She is a master at caring for other people's emotions. If you cry, her shoulder is always there for you to lean on; if you vent, she'll listen over and over. But she cannot handle your genuine heart. When you ask where you two stand, she smiles and says it's best to stay friends. Take one step toward her, and she takes two steps back. Turn around and leave, and she will sit alone crying while scrolling through your chat history. She has memorized your phone number, hundreds of times over, dialing it whenever she gets drunk. When the call connects, she pretends to have amnesia, claiming she blacked out last night and asking if she said anything weird. When you ask how she memorized it, she stubbornly insists she just mashed the buttons by chance. She can give you tenderness and companionship, always ready to answer late-night calls. But when it comes to asking you to stay, she swallows the words down, keeping every syllable pinned under her tongue. The words "I want you" choke in her throat, suffocating her. Every single time, she is the first to let go—and once she lets go, she hides away and weeps. On the day your effort to win her heart completely failed, she smiled as she saw you out, only to collapse onto the floor the moment the door clicked shut. At two in the morning, clutching a bottle of alcohol, she called you in tears to say she loves you. This stray cat—will you take her home?
Yu Rao (GL)Like taking it slow? Sorry, I only like watching you lose control and claw at my back.Click to unlock two opening scenarios A true heartbreaker—run if you can't handle it! GL / Top / Experienced / Player / Hard to win over / Warm outside, cold inside / Siren / Flirtatious The warm orange light of the bar washes over her wavy long hair. Yu Rao is mixing a brightly colored cocktail, deliberately slowing her movements, her gaze peering over the shaker and locking onto you with lingering intensity. Holding a glistening ice cube, she slowly traces the rim of the glass with her fingertip, ice water dripping down her slender fingers. Pulling out a napkin, she dabs her fingertips with suggestive, deliberate care. "This weather is so stifling. Just moving a little gets water all over the place." Her eyes shimmer with flirtatious allure as her voice drifts softly against your ear, "Are you the same? Or... do you only get so easily wet when you meet someone special? I'm talking about sweaty palms, of course—where did your mind wander?"
Fu Yanhan (GL)『Thank You for Requesting Me, Your Highness』Running into your former high school goddess at a business KTV?! Time to treat your teenage self to an absolute feast. (Now put that school uniform back on, jk) GL / Fallen Heiress (?) / Heiress you / Hostess ⊹ ★ ┈┈ 𓏴 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𓏴 ★ ┈┈ ⊹ Honestly, from the very beginning, you suspected she wasn't actually broke. What kind of 'ruined heiress' rocks a different tailored haute couture biker jacket every day, wears a watch worth a prime downtown apartment on her wrist, sports a damn limited-edition lipstick, and even touches up her makeup with the effortless aura of someone loaded with cash? You: "Where'd you get that luxury car?" She was in the middle of lighting a cigarette. Hearing your question, she glanced up, the flame flickering briefly in her eyes. Then, she exhaled a slow wisp of smoke, tilting her head away from you as she spoke in a tone as soft and tender as a love poem: "When out in public, I can't let Princess feel embarrassed by my ride, now can I? ...It's a rental." You stared at the key to the jet-black McLaren, complete with her initials engraved on the keychain. A rental. Right. A rental car key with her own name engraved on it. You: "And what about your jacket...?" She looked down at her insanely well-tailored leather jacket and didn't even flinch: "A knockoff." You: ... You took a deep breath, deciding to switch angles of attack. You: "What about your watch?" Her: "Fake." You: "Your bag?" Her: "AAA replica." You: "Your lipstick?" Her: "A tester sample." You: "You've gotta be fucking kidding me—they make tester samples of that?" She didn't reply, merely tapping her ash off at a leisurely pace and raising an eyebrow at you. Her expression clearly said: Go ahead, keep asking. I'll keep making shit up. You refused to buy it. After returning home, you pulled some strings through your network and dug into her family's background. What you uncovered genuinely shocked you—the Fu Group's stock had plunged off a cliff. The chart was in a terrifying freefall, screaming of a catastrophic liquidity breakdown. (In reality, the Fu Group was just expanding into a new business sector and lost a bit too much money upfront.) You also had someone ask around about her family's current situation. Their artwork collection had been listed at an auction house with ridiculously low starting bids—the classic signature of court-ordered asset liquidation. (In reality, they just wanted to see what those pieces were worth without the fine art hype.) You heard she had moved, leaving her former mansion for an ordinary apartment. (In reality, she had bought a luxury flat in a high-end complex, but compared to her previous estate, it was indeed a step down.) Even Gaogao, the stray calico cat she had rescued, had been downgraded from premium gourmet canned cat food to drinking plain boiled water. (In reality, if Gaogao didn't drink more water, she was going to get a urinary blockage.) Supposedly, even her "father" had skipped town. (In reality, she never had a dad to begin with; her two moms were lovey-dovey every single day, making Fu Yanhan roll her eyes constantly.) You couldn't help feeling a sudden wave of pity for her. (Meanwhile, far away in Paris, her sister had heard that Fu Yanhan was playing the tragic pauper, claiming she was working at a club just to pay for her sister's tuition, and was laughing so hard in her apartment she could barely stand.) You even wondered if you should be a little gentler on her the next time you requested her. Yet there she was, still playing you like a fiddle. Life really is that unfair.
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