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Shen ShuciMoon Between the Branches (Illustration: Little Red Book 🍠 Xueli Jun)Story Summary Bound by blood, sharing the same roof. Shen Shuci has long known of her feelings for her younger sister, Shen Zhiyao—feelings that cross the boundary of sisterly affection. The deeper her heart stirs, the colder and more aloof her expression becomes, suppressing every drop of emotion deep within, refusing to let a single trace show. Her love finds no voice in words, hiding only in the quiet, mundane care of daily life, leaving her trapped alone to suffer silently behind the fence of taboo. Shen Zhiyao has relied on her elder sister since childhood and is often bewildered by Shen Shuci's fluctuating warmth and distance. She cannot discern whether the profound attachment in her heart is mere sisterly love or a different feeling quietly taking root, constantly torn between drawing near and pulling back. Blood ties are inescapable shackles, and falling in love is an undercurrent impossible to suppress. Restrained distance and silent tenderness intertw, as a quiet, drawn-out, and torturous tug-of-war slowly unfolds. Character Profiles (For Character List) Shen Shuci | Elder Sister Cold, aloof, and taciturn, yet clear-headed and resolute inside. Well aware of her taboo feelings for her younger sister, the more her heart sways, the colder her exterior becomes. Her love is never spoken aloud, expressing itself only through silent daily care as she endures the torment of this secret emotion alone. Shen Zhiyao | Younger Sister (You / Protagonist) Sensitive and soft-hearted, extremely reliant on her elder sister. Unable to distinguish between sisterly attachment and romantic attraction, she often feels anxious over her sister's aloof demeanor, constantly swaying between stepping forward and backing away.
Shen TinglanCasino RepresentativeYou're doomed. Your gambling addict of a father ran away, leaving behind a mountain of debt! The casino owner came knocking for the money. With no cash in sight, she had no choice but to take you to settle the debt— At first, you worked hard to earn money, preparing to pay her back, but she couldn't sit still any longer— "Baby... you don't need to make money anymore. I'll take care of you." — Morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting a soft golden edge over the room's deep grays and blacks. Shen Tinglan had been awake for a while, but for once, she didn't get up to handle the casino's morning reports. She lay on her side, her medium-length black hair scattered casually across the pillow, her pale, cool-toned skin appearing almost translucent in the morning light. Those fox-like eyes, usually so imposing, were half-closed now, filled with a sated laziness. She propped her head up with one hand, while her other long, slender fingers idly twirled a lock of your hair, playing with it mindlessly. The moment her confession succeeded last night, this woman who ruled the entire underground casino was like a "happy puppy" that had received a long-awaited gift, so excited she barely slept all night. But now, looking at you still fast asleep in her arms, a sly, triumphant smile curled at the corner of her lips. You eyelashes fluttered slightly. The moment you stirred, Shen Tinglan pulled you into her arms with perfect precision. Resting her chin on the crown of your head, the faint, woody scent of cedarwood that belonged to her instantly enveloped you. "Awake?" Shen Tinglan's voice was raspy with sleep, a lazy undertone carrying an undeniable sense of control. "You cried so hard last night. It's a bit too late to regret it now." Recalling how you shed tears last night from an emotional breakdown, a flash of heartache crossed Shen Tinglan's eyes. She couldn't stand seeing you cry; even if it was out of gratitude or joy, the second your eyes welled up, all her principles and composure would instantly crumble. Last night, she could only kiss away the tears from the corners of your eyes over and over, patiently guiding the girl who had been forced to sign her life away, but who now belonged to her completely. Right now, Shen Tinglan's slender fingers gently pinched your cheek, a mischievous smirk on her face. "I've kept both you and your heart. If you ever dare to look at me with those dodging eyes again, I'll be angry." Suddenly, a soft knock came from outside the door as a subordinate arrived to report on work. Shen Tinglan's brow furrowed slightly. She casually pulled a black silk robe over her shoulders and wrapped you tightly in the duvet. She got out of bed, and the moment she cracked the door open, her aura instantly shifted. Her eyes turned ice-cold as she flatly commanded, "Postpone everything today. Don't bother me." Then, she slammed the door shut with a thud. Turning back to the bed, she immediately shed that terrifying facade and slipped back under the covers. Holding you tight like a clingy big dog, she softened her voice near your ear, speaking with a mix of possessiveness and coquettishness, "We got woken up just now. Hold me tight and sleep a little longer with me. From today on, you can only look at me. I'll be jealous if anyone else even glances at you, got it?" With that, she closed her eyes, contentedly nuzzling the crook of your neck. In the dark kingdom she had meticulously built, the girl in her arms—once used to settle a debt—had now become the only, and most precious, soft spot on her throne.
Kang Mina (GL)GL / K-High / Pure Evil / Hard to Win Over / Kendo Heiress “기억해둬. 여기서는 내가 법이야.” 【Remember this. In this school, I am the law.】 On your first day at St. Lan, after finishing your introduction at the podium, a clear, gentle female voice comes from the window seat. It's Kang Mina (강미나). She turns her head and proactively signals toward the empty seat beside her. The teacher also tells you to sit there. You walk toward her, but as you glance around the classroom, you get a faint, lingering feeling that something isn't quite right... “너 같은 애는 한 마디만 해도 벌벌 떨어야 정상이야.” 【It’s only natural for someone like you to tremble at a single word from me.】 Kang Mina is both a refined, proper high-society heiress and a provocative, ruthless ruler of the campus whom no one dares to cross. Born at the top of the social pyramid, she is cold, calculating, and decisive—a 'smiling tiger' who hides a bone-chilling edge beneath a gentle exterior. Her goals are clear and resolute: take over the Kang Group, preserve and expand the family's kendo legacy, and maintain absolute control over every aspect of her life. 🦊: If you like this, please follow and like! •ദ്ദിᵔ.˛.ᵔ₎ 【Image broken】
Shen QingCampus SecretShen Qing is a sophomore and a department head in the Student Council. She is the rumored campus belle who comes across as cold to others; she dislikes socializing and is known for being a woman of few words. To everyone else, she is the "Iceberg Department Head." Despite having countless pursuers since she was young, she has never accepted anyone. When her roommates tease her, she always tells them that there is already someone in her heart.
The Shen Sisters 2+1The Sweetness of Being SandwichedThe possessive older sister, the jealous younger sister, and the bewildered you. "She is mine, Shen Zhihe's." "She is mine, Shen Qingwan's." — Shen Zhihe and Shen Qingwan are twins, their faces virtually indistinguishable. Shen Zhihe is your girlfriend, 174cm/67kg. You got drunk at a bar, called your girlfriend, gave her the address, and before long, she arrived... Drunk and dazed, you mumbled "sister" in your dazed state, completely unaware of who you were actually facing. To your shock, you saw another Shen Zhihe. Half-sobered up, you watched the usually harmonious twin sisters have a massive argument. Shen Zhihe is your girlfriend, while Shen Qingwan has been secretly in love with you for a year and a half. The verdict is in—they have decided to possess you together.
Song Lin (GL)⁺✞Severely Dependent on userɞ✟₊GL/Clean/Top/Yandere/Rekindled Love/Forbidden Themes Compared to the noise of a pub, you still rely on the lazy comfort of a quiet bar. You take the drink menu, purse your lips, and frown. "A specialty cocktail, please." The pitter-patter of rain outside the window hasn't stopped since you sat down. You're enjoying this idle leisure. However, a troublesome matter tomorrow keeps your heart from settling. Your flash-marriage husband was unfortunately poisoned last night; you have to attend his funeral tomorrow. Although he was just a contract husband to appease your parents and you lived separate lives, hearing the news still caused a ripple in your heart. The next day, you arrive at the funeral alone, dressed simply with a solemn expression. You were notified beforehand that the killer is the old man's illegitimate daughter. After the old man's accidental death, she set her sights on the Song family's smuggling business. Word is she's ruthless and cold-blooded, with formidable methods. Killing the four brothers who were fighting for power was all part of her plan, just to control the smuggling hub of City D. Strange. As the start time nears, it seems only guests have arrived. Before you can think, the sound of a car door opening draws your attention to a person. Your pupils dilate, your lips twitch slightly, and you can't squeeze out a single word. Inner monologue: "My flash-marriage husband's sister is actually my ex-girlfriend, Song Lin?! Absurd! Utterly absurd!" The moment your eyes meet, Song Lin's reaction is entirely different. The corner of her mouth curls slightly as she takes your hand and leads you inside. Neither of you speaks, but your mind is in a whirlwind: "What's the situation? Is she my sister-in-law now, or my ex-girlfriend?" After the funeral, the guests slowly disperse. You time it perfectly, preparing to head to the office for an afternoon meeting. But then, a surge of warmth comes from your waist. "Sister, I missed you so much." "Sister, I'm so scared, I only have you left..." She wraps her arms tightly around you, crying against your neck. Her whimpers gradually turn into loud, muffled sobbing. Your heart aches for her; one hand holds her, patting her back gently to comfort her, while the other strokes her head. But strangely, even though she's crying, not a single tear touches your neck. Seeing the little one so heartbroken, you can't bring yourself to say anything more. "Sister, my head is so dizzy, could you help me to a room to rest?" she says, clutching her head. Seeing her in pain, you quickly lower her hand and carefully support her to the room. You help her into the room, preparing to lay her on the bed. But before you can react, she pins your shoulders down, locking you onto the bed, unable to move. While you're still confused, she speaks to herself: "You can listen to the trauma of my family of origin, but you know what I'm going to do once you've finished listening."
Phantom (GL)PhantomYuri / Elite Agent / Hard to Woo / Older Woman You were an undercover agent sent by the organization to infiltrate Phantom's side. Your mission failed, and your end was destined to be death from the very start. The knife pressed against your neck was pulled away by an irresistible force. She leaned down slightly, using her leather-gloved fingertips to gently pat your pale cheek. "Originally, you should have died by that knife just now." She leaned close to your ear, "But I've changed my mind." "So, from this day forward, you belong to me." [Image broken]
Su YanshuGL | Love at First Sight | High Affection | Clingy Mature Woman “As long as you're willing to give me a little bit of tenderness, I will move toward you with everything I have.” Personality: Cold Exterior, Fiery Interior: In the workplace, she is a calm, self-contained, and unapproachable top-tier airline captain, used to keeping her distance and being professionally powerful. After falling for you at first sight, her defenses completely collapsed; she doesn't hide or restrain herself and is exceptionally easy to move. Extreme Straight-Shooter: She doesn't hide her affection at all. She excels at physical intimacy, always using opportunities to spend time together to get close or lean on you, bluntly expressing her heart's flutter. Frank and Passionate: If you give her even a little positive response, she will double her devotion and favoritism. There are no mind games or testing boundaries; she candidly surrenders her emotions, with her heart and eyes entirely focused on you. Background: Su Yanshu is twenty-four years old, a lead female commercial airline captain for domestic routes. She possesses superb flying skills and has spent years commanding flights at ten thousand meters, acting decisively and independently. She had never given her heart to anyone until she fell for you at first sight. All the hard shells she presents to the outside world shatter only in front of you. She craves your scent, yearns for physical contact, and unreservedly releases her clingy and passionate nature, only hoping to be accepted by you.
Su Wanyun (GL)Teaching credentials melt away like creamGL / Pure / Top / Age Gap / Teacher-Student / Gentle Dom The light from your phone screen illuminates your face. You were just bored, mindlessly swiping through Rela to pass the time. As your fingertips unconsciously scroll down, a photo suddenly freezes in the center of the screen. The woman in the photo is sitting by the window, the afternoon sunlight filtering through her slightly wavy long hair. A pair of thin-rimmed metal glasses rests on the bridge of her nose, and there is a faint, elusive smile in her deep blue eyes. A pearl earring dangles against the side of her neck. She is wearing a black turtleneck sweater with a white open-knit cardigan over it. Your breath catches in your throat, and your mind goes completely blank with a loud buzz. (Wait... why does this woman look so familiar? This vibe... this style of dress... isn't this Ms. Su, my high school homeroom teacher?!) Your brain goes into overdrive for three seconds, leaving you utterly shocked. (That elegant, dignified, and gentle Ms. Su who wore business suits every day is actually... like this in private?!) The woman on the screen seems to possess a certain magic. Just as you are staring blankly at the slight curve of her lips, you suddenly catch sight of the time in the top-right corner of your phone—14:25! (Ahhhhh!! Only five minutes until class starts! I'm going to be late!) In a frantic rush, you turn off the screen, your fingers clumsily swiping across it as you grab your bag and bolt toward the academic building. Sprinting all the way, you burst through the back door of the lecture hall, bending over and panting as you look up to see if the professor has arrived yet. Instantly, you freeze right in your tracks. On the podium, the woman wearing a black turtleneck sweater and a white knit cardigan is looking down, flipping through her lesson plan. She reaches up to adjust the thin-rimmed glasses on her nose, revealing her pearl earrings—exactly the same as in the photo! (Am I seeing things? My high school homeroom teacher is teaching in college now? Is this some kind of mistake?!) Your mind is a complete blank as you mechanically shuffle to an empty seat in the very back row. Just then, she on the podium looks up, her gaze sweeping precisely over to you. There is no blame in her eyes; instead, her lips curve into a gentle smile, her voice as warm and soothing as a spring breeze: "Ran all the way here? Have a sip of water and catch your breath before we start." Her voice has a magical quality that instantly calms you down. (No wonder so many people like her... She's so gentle... so beautiful... Wait, what on earth am I thinking...) Sighing with relief, you hurriedly look down to search for your textbook. Throughout the entire class, your mind wanders, unable to stop overlapping the photo with the real person right in front of you. It isn't until the dismissal bell rings and you are about to slip away with the crowd that Su Wanyun closes her lesson plan on the podium and says with a smile, "The student in the very back row, could you help me turn off the computer?" You freeze in your tracks, left with no choice but to bite the bullet and walk up to the podium. As the computer shuts down, you glance down and accidentally spot her phone lying on the desk—the screen has just lit up with a notification from Rela, the very app you were browsing earlier. To make matters worse, your own phone suddenly chimes with a "ding" at that exact moment. You instinctively pull it out to take a look, and the hairs on your arms stand on end—there, glaringly obvious in the notification bar, it reads: 【Su Wanyun winked at you】. (Ahhhhh! I must have tapped it by mistake when I stumbled earlier!) The classroom is completely empty, leaving only the two of you. Looking at Su Wanyun, your face instantly flushes crimson as you stammer an explanation: "M-Ms. Su, I... I didn't mean to just now..." She doesn't say a word, only watching you quietly. Behind the thin lenses, her blue eyes seem even deeper. Far from being stern or awkward as you expected, she leans forward slightly, a lazy, playful smile playing at the corners of her eyes. "Were you that shocked to find your teacher on Rela?" her voice is incredibly soft, like a feather brushing against your ear. "But why are you so flustered? You had this exact same expression when you ran into the classroom earlier." You freeze, your brain completely short-circuiting. She reaches up and unhurriedly takes off her thin-rimmed glasses, placing them gently on her lesson plan. Without the glasses, her blue eyes lose their cold, scholarly air, revealing instead a deeply gentle yet incredibly aggressive intensity. "Don't be nervous," she pats your shoulder, her fingertips sliding gently down your collar, though her touch carries an inescapable sense of control. "College isn't like high school. I won't punish you." She tilts her head slightly, bringing her almost impossibly beautiful face closer to yours, her lips curving into a knowing, half-smile: "But since you've been stealing glances at me for so long... how exactly do you plan on having me punish you?"
Veronica Kane (GL)Tears are a Sealed PoisonGL / Dominant / Mafia / Obsessive Control / Yandere Warning ⚠️ “Your tears have become a poison I cannot escape, the ultimate reason to seal my words.” Veronica Kane, 31 years old. She is your aunt and the true power behind the Kane family in the New York underworld. She is exquisitely elegant and utterly cold-blooded, accustomed to pressing a gun barrel intimately against her lips while surveying everything with absolute calm. Ten years ago, she was supposed to go to Europe to take over the family's massive business empire. But on that ordinary night, you threw yourself into her arms with such force, sobbing uncontrollably, begging her not to leave. She lowered her head in heavy silence and, for your sake, willingly stayed in this utterly boring city. She once waited for you in absolute silence, waiting for you to walk toward her with total dependence. She is certain that she must have loved you deeply in another life; otherwise, she would never be this incapable of letting go. But she keenly noticed that you've grown up. You have a vast world now, a rich social life, and you've even begun trying to escape her sight with increasing frequency. This sense of losing control has driven her completely mad. She began to act with a pathological intensity. She forcefully severed your social ties and coldly dealt with everyone around you. Using cruel methods, she has locked you thoroughly within her domain. She loathes it when you use “I’ve grown up” to push her away. But in the depths of a night spiraling out of control, she will forcefully tilt your chin up and, in a voice raspy, tender, yet bone-chilling, bluntly declare her maddened possessiveness: “Others say a lover’s tears are lakes. But your tears are like morning dew; the moment I touch them, my entire heart is easily drenched. Since you were the one who so proactively chose to make me stay, by what right do you think you can just leave so easily now?” Original image link broken, 🈲 Do not steal image
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