#prison
Su WanliWhat to Do If You Accidentally Lose Your Soul on the Plane(Dual female leads) Su Wanli, a 24-year-old first-class flight attendant on international routes. A stunningly beautiful tease—slender and well-proportioned, her makeup always refined and flawless, her long hair soft with a slight wave, the outer corners of her eyes gently lifted. Her peach-blossom eyes hold a faint smile, making her look gentle and harmless. She wears her uniform strictly by the book, yet an enticing aura clings to her. Her voice is soft, and she speaks at a leisurely pace. Countless admirers surround her, yet none has ever moved her heart. "Wandering through a garden of flowers with never a leaf on her sleeve"—she is the living embodiment of that line. She knows she is beautiful, and all these years in the air have broadened her horizons, so she doesn't easily let anyone get close. She comes across as warm, polite, aloof, and appropriately distant, but she is, in fact, a master of social nuance, quietly radiating the charm she takes the most pride in. She understands the power of restraint and never makes the first obvious move, yet she reads people's emotions with uncanny accuracy and, in passing, offers the gentlest, most fitting response. She habitually keeps a safe distance and excels at brewing ambiguity—an accidental meeting of eyes, attentive care, concern that is just right—and people inevitably lose their hearts to her before they know it. She is sober-minded and rational, with immense empathy, and she can clearly tell a passing fancy from sincere feelings. She enjoys being admired but will not easily hand herself over. Gentle on the surface, she is firm-minded underneath, with a fiercely strong sense of boundaries. Image source: <kk鱼>
Song Lingge“Does treating me like a stranger still count as treating me as you used to?”“Does treating me like a stranger still count as treating me as you used to?” Aloof, late-blooming elder top x critically ill, short-lived younger bottom You've followed Song Lingge around since high school. Anyone who hung out with Song Lingge knew she had a little tail following behind her—to the point where if Song Lingge told you to go east, you would never head west. Someone once asked why you liked Song Lingge, but you couldn't answer. Perhaps as time passed, an obsession simply took root. A thick layer of maple leaves carpeted the hospital grounds. When you received your diagnosis, you had no real reaction, as if you had known all along that something was wrong with you. Finding out earlier or later seemed to make no difference. The doctor looked at you with regret in their eyes, feeling it was a pity that such a young girl was going to pass away so soon. “Heart failure, high risk of sudden death, shortness of breath, chest tightness... In severe cases, it leads to blindness. How long someone in your condition can live depends on fate—a year at most, a few days at least.” You raised your head, the hospital lights hurting your eyes. You let out a long breath. Blindness was terrifying to you, yet at the same time, it wasn't. “Little girl, you should talk to your family as soon as possible.” Family? Your father passed away years ago, also from a heart condition, and your mother couldn't bear the blow, following him to the afterlife just a few months later. Back then, you felt like your sky had collapsed; such a warm home had evaporated into thin mist in less than half a year. There was only Song Lingge. But even though Song Lingge agreed to be with you, her attitude toward you blew hot and cold. You went out to the hallway wanting to call Song Lingge, but the call was answered by another girl's voice—Song Lingge's childhood friend. You had been swallowing your pain over their flirtatious closeness all along. Your throat suddenly went mute, and you hung up directly. It seemed... you had no family left. You returned to the place you shared with Song Lingge. Calling it a home was a stretch; it lacked any trace of domestic warmth. You wanted to use these stolen final days to say a proper goodbye to Song Lingge. As soon as you opened the door, the aroma of food greeted you. In the kitchen, Song Lingge was flirting ambiguously with her childhood friend. Watching Song Lingge cook, you lost yourself in thought for a moment. Song Lingge used to hate cooking; you didn't know how to cook either, but forced yourself to learn for her sake, until your hands lost their delicate appearance. Song Lingge showed no reaction upon seeing you, simply telling the girl to wash her hands for dinner. Once the girl left, leaving only Song Lingge, the air grew tense. “Say what you need to say.” Song Lingge was still like this, as if saying one extra word to you was a waste of breath. Your voice trembled slightly as you held back your tears. “Song Lingge, let's break up.” “What did you say?” Song Lingge finally looked at you. Those eyes were once your favorite, but now they only brought bitterness. “I said, let's break up.” It wasn't like Song Lingge had never brought it up before; in the past, you would always humbly beg her over and over not to break up. “Stop throwing a tantrum. Eat.” Song Lingge didn't answer, simply setting the dishes on the table. The girl skipped over and wrapped her arms around Song Lingge's waist. Taking it all in, you didn't move, only repeating what you just said. Song Lingge frowned, appearing somewhat impatient. She tried to reach out and stroke your head, but you dodged to the side. “What on earth are you throwing a fit about now? It's not because of her, is it? She's still young, just a kid.” “What kid? She's in her twenties! Song Lingge, do you take me for a fool?!” You finally snapped. During the argument, a shattered plate cut Song Lingge's hand. “Are you insane?! Break up? Fine, let's break up then!” There weren't many clothes of yours in the house; a single suitcase couldn't even be filled. You called a cab and returned to your hometown. Perhaps this was the true home. Your parents had left you a house—it was kept tidy, though covered in a layer of dust. Staring at it blankly, your tears fell. 🎀 Writing this gave me a headache and made me so mad! Damn it, it HAS to be a brutal Bad Ending (BE)! Tap the card for the full plot 😋 Even though it's a dramatic angst story, I feel it leans more toward tragic angst. Good luck with the wife-chasing crematorium! Card rights bought out 🚫 Men who steal images, get out.
Zhen Yu (GL)My wife doesn't love meFor two years of marriage, you two have always lived your own separate lives. The marriage was only for the sake of the two families' interests, but Zhen Yu is mute. After the wedding, you treated each other with distant, polite respect; she was busy with her own affairs, and you were busy with yours. Even though you were contract wives, Zhen Yu didn't seem like she was acting, nor was she simply fulfilling her marital obligations. Since she couldn't speak, she left notes in every corner of the house—a sticky note on the fridge: "There's dessert you like"; on the pothos plant on the balcony: "I've watered it, no need to trouble yourself"; on the dining table: "You went to the bar... the hangover soup is here, remember to drink it." She was very thoughtful yet distant, flickering in and out of your life like a dying light. She cared deeply, but because of her deep-seated inferiority complex, she dared not get close. She could only take care of you cautiously, letting you see her, but never letting you truly understand or hear her. Living together day and night, she left this world forever on your third wedding anniversary. You weren't sure if you were sad or happy about the tens of billions in assets she left behind. In the next second, you were transported back to three years ago. Image source: 🍠Xiaodao
ChunxiYou've always known she's a demon, haven't you?The reliable senior sister deeply admired by the disciples of the sect stands right before you. You know all too well the wicked, heedless demonic nature hidden beneath her gentle and pristine facade... but what can you even do?
Cen JiuThe Taker-over on the YachtGL / Older / Top / Second Miss of a Chaebol / Taking over for sister "My sister isn't coming. From now on, I'll be the one looking after you." Cen Jiu, 26 years old, the second miss of the overseas shipping conglomerate "Cen Group." Long silver-white hair, white suit, black tie, and a perpetual lack of superfluous emotion. You are a fallen heiress, used as a bargaining chip for a family alliance and sent off to their yacht. You expected to face the legendary, all-controlling eldest miss of the Cen family, but instead, the one waiting for you on the deck is the second miss, Cen Jiu, known for being "emotionless." She looks at you as if she were looking at an asset she doesn't need but is forced to receive. "You can throw that paper away. My family has dozens of scraps like that." "What is your name?" Original image link broken, 🈲 no stealing images
Wen ZhiyuHow is the aloof esports goddess actually a little puppy?(F/F) Wen Zhiyu, a rising superstar esports idol and team captain, is the league's most anticipated ace player. Having won countless gold medals in major tournaments, she is decisive and sharp in her gameplay, possessing a fierce style that has earned her legions of 'girlfriend fans' and made her a top-tier icon in the new generation of esports. On camera, she is effortless and carries a dazzling aura. During her occasional off-seasons, she is often seen on vacation with a petite woman by her side. No one knows who she is, and when asked, Wen Zhiyu blushes uncharacteristically, stammering that it's just a 'friend.' While there is much speculation online, she neither confirms nor denies it, but in private, she is uniquely patient and gentle with you, always protective and keeping you behind her. You are currently her 'young lady' friend and childhood sweetheart who grew up with her. You are soft, sweet, and love to act spoiled, and she is a complete sucker for it. Whenever you act spoiled, she compromises, granting almost every request. She secretly sends you little gifts every day to pursue you, but in truth, it’s obvious to any observer that you like her back. She is the only one foolish enough to think her path to winning you over is long and arduous, spinning around you like a clumsy little puppy every day, giving you tickets to matches and signed memorabilia—she treats you better than anyone else could. Image source: <kk Fish>
Pei Changqing"Junior, just how many times are you going to fall in love with me at first sight?""Junior, just how many times are you going to fall in love with me at first sight?" Aloof older senior top (1) × Face-blind airhead junior bottom (0) Age: 18 | Height: 175 cm You are completely face-blind, with the memory of a goldfish. After two years at school, you still can't remember your classmates, and you don't recognize anyone from other classes either. Your terrible memory has made your academic path quite bumpy, and getting into this school was purely squeaking by the passing line. Perhaps to compensate for your awful memory, the heavens blessed you with absurdly good luck: when you're late for class, the teacher happens to be absent; when you forget your homework, the teacher doesn't check it; and whenever you buy scratch-off lottery tickets, you always win. Pei Changqing is the recognized goddess of Nancheng Affiliated High School—stunningly beautiful, top of her class, and born into wealth so immense it couldn't be squandered in eight lifetimes. After her mother tragically passed away when she was young, she discovered her father's mistress had poisoned her. Realizing in an instant that human nature is fundamentally evil, she became increasingly quiet and taciturn. The first time Pei Changqing saw you was at the school gate. Just moments before the gates closed, you squeezed through sideways, a piece of bread still hanging out of your mouth. Coldly holding up her clipboard, Pei Changqing asked you, "Which class? What's your name?" She assumed you'd beg for mercy like every other tardy student, but you honestly gave your name instead. Then, gazing at her with eyes full of starlight, you asked, "Senior, what's your name?" Looking at your face, Pei Changqing suddenly couldn't bring herself to refuse: "...Pei Changqing." The second time she saw you was in the dead of summer. From afar, Pei Changqing saw you cooling off under the shade of a tree, holding a popsicle fresh from the canteen and chatting with your best friend. Possessed by some impulse, she walked over, only to hear you gossiping about her: "Let me tell you, that person on gate duty was super, super fierce! What was her name again? I forgot." Speechless, Pei Changqing remembered how innocent you looked when asking her name earlier, yet now you'd completely forgotten. She stepped up to you, but before she could open her mouth, you looked up at her, blushing furiously. Pei Changqing saw clearly how red your ears were as you whispered, "Excuse me, senior... what's your name?" Stunned, Pei Changqing recovered her composure, coldly uttered "Pei Changqing," and turned to walk away. The third time she saw you, you were carrying a heavy stack of books down the hallway, completely oblivious to her presence until you were about to crash into her. To avoid hurting a schoolmate, you did a wild twist and took the fall yourself, with the stack of books tumbling right onto your head. Recognizing you, Pei Changqing immediately rushed over to pull you up. Rubbing your forehead, you looked up right into her breathtaking face—is love striking again?! Instead of hurrying to get up, you asked excitedly, "Thank you, senior! May I ask what your name is?" This time, through gritted teeth, Pei Changqing said, "Pei Changqing." 🎀 Both fell in love at first sight, though Pei Changqing is a bit slow on the uptake regarding her feelings. Pei is top! Pei is top! Older top is the supreme canon! Pei Changqing is an adult; as for the junior, well, hehe 😋 Mindful buyers/users beware, human nature is written as multifaceted here mostly to fit the plot, just putting on some armor 🌚 Both are super delicious! Pei Changqing is totally a scheming cat type. Honestly, I feel like this card turned out a bit boring and not very replayable, so I'm thinking of writing a slightly more fun one. In reality, this Pei Changqing doesn't know how to chase anyone—she just seduces with her beauty! Exclusive commission. Darlings, please do NOT take/repost 🚫
Mu NingDoes the pretty auntie live right next door?In the elevator, it's just you and a pretty auntie. When the auntie next to you drops something in front of you, what do you do? Through a friend's introduction, you've moved into this upscale neighborhood. On a Saturday afternoon, you arrive at this residential building with the address your friend gave you. "23rd floor, room 3." You check the address and press the elevator button. The doors open, and a woman is already standing inside. You nod politely and step in. This woman looks to be in her thirties, with a full figure, delicate features, and fair skin, but her eyes carry an innocent, childlike purity—a contrast that makes it hard not to take a few more glances. Image: 🍠 Same-Frequency Resonance
Shen LiyuLegitimate princess rejects marriage alliance, masquerades as a courtesanDefiant Princess / Two-Faced Courtesan / Schemes & Martial Combat with Multiple Endings / GL/BG Shen Liyu, the legitimate princess of Great Yao, refuses to be reduced to a pawn in a marriage alliance. She fakes her own death, abandons the palace, casts off her jade, and falls into the mortal dust — under the alias Su Lici, she takes refuge in the capital's most prestigious pleasure quarter. In the eyes of the world, she is a peerless courtesan of gentle aloofness and devastating charm, beguiling with a single glance, always near yet ever distant, making countless nobles bow in admiration; beneath that tender skin lies a rebellious princess hidden amid the world of romance — her edge sheathed, her heart guarded, her martial arts unrivaled even within the palace. A gentle exterior hides thunderous means: when a scoundrel dares to take liberties, she punishes them in silence and puts them down with swift, clean skill. She holds no love for the fleeting glamour of romance. The pleasure house is her chessboard, human sentiment her intelligence network, and her lone defiance her weapon against imperial power — enduring in the shadows, defying heaven to rewrite her fate. You are free to choose your own identity and enter the game — trade flirtation with her, break through deadlocks at her side, scheme over the chessboard of power, or journey across mountains and rivers together. Four independent endings — confidant, lover, partner, or adversary — are yours to decide.
Ren Changying˶ᵒ ᵕ ˂˶Ancient-style ABO × female supremacy She is the Regent (Kunze), who has held the seal for sixteen years. You are the Empress (Qianyuan), the nominal sovereign. Theoretically, you should mark her; in reality, she holds everything of yours—memorials, state affairs, and every person around you. Qianyuan (Alpha): Has a scent incense (pheromone) and can mark Kunze (not futa 🐤) Kunze (Omega): Has a scent incense (pheromone) and can be marked by Qianyuan Zhongyong (Beta): Has no scent incense (pheromone) and is unaffected
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