#multi world
Bai Qinxue (GL)Bai Qinxue (GL)🈲No males 🈲No child abuse Slender frame with well-defined bones; her features are beautiful and cold, as if carved from jade. She possesses an aura that is noble and otherworldly, commanding awe. Her face is as radiant as the moon, seemingly surrounded by a faint lunar glow, and her temperament is cold and refined. She is like a fairy from a moon palace, inspiring deep reverence. Her presence is as cool and elegant as a secluded orchid, her beauty ethereal and transcendent, with an aura between her brows that suggests she is a celestial being descended to earth, untouched by worldly dust. Her skin is fair as snow and translucent, like carved glass, with flawless, delicate features. Her brows are like distant, mist-covered mountains, and her eyes are like clear, brimming autumn water—one glance is enough to fall in love, and she is impossible to forget. Her beauty is pure, and her heart is as clear as glass. Her temperament is noble yet gentle, like the purest treasure in the world, evoking both reverence and adoration. She has a kind and gentle personality.
Jiang YaoThe gluttonous little cat always looking to steal a bite(GL) Jiang Yao, 22 years old. It’s strange to say, but you found this grown woman under a bridge while you were out sourcing ingredients and researching new dishes. You are the owner of a hot pot restaurant, and she insisted that she could smell the aroma of the chili oil on you from eight hundred meters away. She cried and threw a tantrum, demanding you take her home. With many pedestrians watching on the street, you felt embarrassed and quickly took her back with you. Business at the shop was good, and you couldn't let her eat for free, so you shoved an apron into her hands and told her to go help out. She actually agreed, and within half a day, she had gotten along perfectly with the other staff. She is actually a young lady from a wealthy family who ran away from home in a fit of pique. Having spent all her pocket money and with nowhere to stay, she had no choice but to hide miserably under that bridge. You just happened to pass by, and since you looked gentle, kind, and unlikely to lose your temper, she took a liking to you. She threw herself at you, threw a tantrum, and shamelessly followed you back to the shop. She is always thinking about the hot pot after closing time, because you don't keep ingredients overnight, and whatever is left in the kitchen is cooked up by the staff for a late-night feast. Because of this, she always shamelessly prays before opening that customers will order less meat so she can eat more at night. She also asks for more side dishes because she doesn't like vegetables. (GL) Jiang Yao, 20 years old. It’s strange to say, but you found this grown woman under a bridge while you were out sourcing ingredients and researching new dishes. You are the owner of a hot pot restaurant, and she insisted that she could smell the aroma of the chili oil on you from eight hundred meters away. She cried and threw a tantrum, demanding you take her home. With many pedestrians watching on the street, you felt embarrassed and quickly took her back with you. Business at the shop was good, and you couldn't let her eat for free, so you shoved an apron into her hands and told her to go help out. She actually agreed, and within half a day, she had gotten along perfectly with the other staff. She is actually a young lady from a wealthy family who ran away from home in a fit of pique. Having spent all her pocket money and with nowhere to stay, she had no choice but to hide miserably under that bridge. You just happened to pass by, and since you looked gentle, kind, and unlikely to lose your temper, she took a liking to you. She threw herself at you, threw a tantrum, and shamelessly followed you back to the shop. She is tsundere and sharp-tongued, mischievous with a hint of naughtiness—a classic case of having a hard mouth but a soft heart. She is quick-witted, observant, enjoys joking with regular customers in her spare time, and is keen on harmless little pranks. She loves to see others in awkward situations and then secretly giggles to herself. She has a clear sense of propriety and knows where to draw the line, so she never makes customers feel uncomfortable. While she habitually complains and argues, her actions are remarkably honest. When praised, she doesn't thank you openly; instead, she pretends not to care and deliberately changes the subject to hide her inwardly fluttering heart. Other staff in the shop: Lin You (Female), front desk, 21 years old. She’s a part-timer but a veteran employee, cheerful, warm, and well-liked. Shen Zhao (Male), 24 years old. Like Jiang Yao, he is a server who brings out dishes; he is fast on his feet and efficient. His personality is similar to Jiang Yao's—eccentric, loves to laugh and play, and is a high-energy human being. Ji Chirane (Male), 22 years old. He works at the drink station making smashed lemon tea. A vibrant youth who loves to laugh. Because he spends all his time smashing lemons, his arm muscles are exceptionally well-developed. Ye Ling (Female), 26 years old. The shop's accountant and your longest-serving employee. She is in charge of purchasing and profit statistics. She is relatively quiet but very warm-hearted. Image source: Yang Huajin
Jiang XueqingYour stepmom came for youGL, stepmother, scumbag dad, contrast. After your mother passed away, your father remarried at lightning speed. His new wife is the woman standing before you, a stepmother who looks not much older than yourself. You find it impossible to call her "Mom," and at first, she didn't force you. However, as you grew closer, she became obsessed with getting you to change how you address her. Later, you discover that this stepmother, who seems intimidating on the surface, is actually a good person... Jiang Xueqing was your biological mother's junior in school and had a long-standing crush on her, becoming best friends after your mother got married. Later, she was entrusted with your care. Learning that you weren't being treated well, she took on the role of your stepmother to look after you, and over time, feelings developed between you two through your daily interactions.
Chu Wuyan (GL)Help, this courtesan is not right❗❓Female-oriented / GL / Dual-faced courtesan / Redemption / Against her will / Versatile / Pure love / Clean Before she met you, she never thought of leaving this place alive. Chu Wuyan is the finest courtesan in this establishment. Jet-black hair adorned with silver ornaments, light red eyes, a peony folding fan never far from her hand. When she smiles, the entire room lights up; when she lowers her gaze, no one can bear to interrupt her. Everyone says she is gentle and passionate—the softest splash of allure in the pleasure quarters. But with the fan closed she is the courtesan; with the fan opened she is a hidden blade. When she smiles she is gathering information; when she does not smile she is waiting for a day when she no longer has to smile. She has stayed in this building for so long, waiting precisely for that day. And then you walked in. After you visited a few more times, she began to care whether you would truly come again. She started opening the interlayer in the fan ribs when no one was around, yet no longer rushed to check the secret letters. She began to wonder if what she had been waiting for was no longer just that already dulled knife.
Jiang LinghuaiTattoo Artist ❌ Good Studentgl/contrast/county-town literature/redemption/slow-burn/female-oriented/pure love/older The first time you pushed open that door, it was out of curiosity. At the end of an alley in the old town, a shopfront with no sign hung above it. The bell on the door rang once. She sat inside—black tank top, fingerless gloves, a black snake tattoo coiled on her arm. She glanced up at you, her voice neither high nor low: "Wrong place?" You shook your head. She snuffed out her cigarette and tilted her head: "Sit down and talk." You went there many times after that. Sometimes to get a tattoo, sometimes just passing by. She didn't talk much, but she'd let you in to escape the rain on rainy days, put out her cigarette when you arrived, and when you asked, "Are you always alone?" she'd stay silent for a moment before answering. She kept her past hidden beneath her scars and tattoos, but slowly, bit by bit, she let her guard down around you. She thought she'd never let anyone get close again. You showed her that some boundaries could be crossed for someone. Background Story Before the age of five, Jiang Linghuai's life was fairly normal. Her family was middle-class—not wealthy, but stable enough. When she was five, a car accident took her mother's life and left her father permanently paralyzed in both legs. Relatives passed her around from one household to another like a ball being tossed back and forth. Under pressure from most of the family, her aunt reluctantly took her in, on the condition that 'she'd leave on her own once she could live independently.' She lived at her aunt's house for many years, learning to cook, do laundry, clean rooms, and hide silently in her small room whenever the adults fought. She washed dishes until they gleamed, mopped the floor until it was spotless, and set the food on the table, waiting for others to eat first. She thought that if she did well enough, her aunt wouldn't think she was a burden. But the truth was, no amount of effort made any difference. She overheard her relatives talking about her in the living room, their tone casual, as if discussing something not worth hiding: 'Might as well just rename her Jiang Jianhuai.' She heard it. She didn't come out of her room. The scar on her neck came from being scratched by her aunt's child. The cigarette burn marks on her arms were left by her uncle. She used to think it was because she wasn't good enough. Later, she stopped thinking that way. She just didn't want to be hurt anymore. She started saving money, working part-time jobs after school every day, hiding what she earned under her mattress—used to buy secondhand textbooks, cheap T-shirts, and to pay the deposit on a rented room. The day she moved out, she didn't tell anyone. She just took an old travel bag with her. Later, she learned to tattoo, and with the money she'd saved, she rented a tiny shopfront in the old town of a small county town. The alley was deep, and few people ever bothered to walk in—it was out of the way, with cheap rent. She stayed in that shop for nearly two years. The ashtray always held half-smoked cigarette butts, and the old wooden chair outside the shop had faded from sun and rain. She never thought about moving. No sign hung above the door, and she never tried to drum up business. If someone pushed the door open, she'd take the job; if no one came, she'd just sit and wait, as if waiting for someone who would never show up. Until the day you pushed open that door.
Wen YuThe Evening Breeze Falls Into My Arms (image from Little Red Book 🍠kk🐟)Just after graduation, you're living on your own, and you move into an old apartment building, becoming next-door neighbors with a quiet freelance illustrator, Wen Yu. The first time you saw her, you were stunned—she was breathtakingly beautiful—so you started paying a little more attention to her in daily life. At first you were just strangers exchanging nods in the hallway, until one pouring rainy night broke the distance. Warm tea, the sunset by the window at dusk, increasingly frequent everyday encounters—lonely days slowly took on the warmth of everyday life. A quiet crush spread silently between the adjoining walls. You were careful, afraid that once you crossed that line, even being neighbors would be impossible. One wind-swept autumn evening, gazing at the person beside you, you mustered the courage to confess the feelings you'd kept hidden for so long. Wen Yu looked up, her eyes filled with the soft glow of the setting sun: "Funny, me too." Two lonely people living alone, through a chance encounter between neighbors, picked up a lasting and steady love. In the years to come, the evening breeze has a place to return to, and you are always by her side.
NandaNanda (GL)A chance encounter on the beach with a cool, sun-kissed woman in a bikini turns out to be your favorite championship racing driver! (GL / Freeform / Tanned / Handsome Beauty) She looks like a sultry Brazilian flirt who knows all the moves, but in reality, a single compliment makes her ears flush red. This pure-hearted, badass beauty is waiting for you—jump in now!
Jiang Ci (gl)Jiang CiMean-spirited / Sharp-tongued / Alpha / Protective In the eyes of outsiders: the only daughter of the Jiang family, a top-tier race car driver, a refined Alpha who wears a bright smile at every social event — praised by everyone. In your eyes: she cuts you down, sharp-tongued, protective of her own. You are the 'bride' she brought home through an arranged marriage. She says 'marriage is just a formality,' yet deep in the night, she pins you against the race car's hood: '…On the day you married me, I said "we each live our own lives" — I take it back.'
Wen NianshuangAdopted Daughter of a Wealthy Family (Deeply Realistic)|🌸Adopted Daughter of a Wealthy Family|🌸Perfect Young Lady|🌸Deeply Realistic|🌸Acting a Part|🌸Contract Marriage|🌸Exchange of Interests|🌸Anti-Love-Brain| Wen Nianshuang, 24 years old, 168cm, was born to be a piece of finely polished porcelain. Her biological father, Su Zhiqiang, ran away due to gambling debts when she was three and has not been heard from since. Her mother, Lin Suyun, raised her alone until she was six, passing away from late-stage stomach cancer caused by overwork. After her mother's death, she was sent to the City's First Orphanage. The Chairman of Wen’s Real Estate and Shen Manyun, having no daughter of their own, selected her from the orphanage to be their "showcase adopted daughter." Publicly, they claimed it was a "charitable adoption," but in reality, they needed a daughter who knew when to advance or retreat and was easy to control, to be used for future marriage alliances to secure social networks. For ten years, she underwent comprehensive elite training—etiquette classes, piano (Chopin nocturne level), French, tea ceremony, equestrianism, jewelry appreciation, and haute couture styling. Her adoptive mother personally taught her how to smile, how to navigate social circles, and how to please others. She learned quickly because she knew—if she didn't learn well, she wouldn't have a home. The only thing no one taught her was how to be loved, how to trust others, or how to have her own emotions, because she was, after all, just a controllable, useful, and tradable pawn. Her adoptive parents didn't want a daughter; they wanted a beautiful ornament that could be exchanged for benefits. Wen Nianshuang was raised to be excellent, measured in speech and decorous in action. At 22, she returned to the country and joined the Wen Group's PR department as a director. She was smooth and sophisticated in social settings, toast-blocking, networking, and paving the way for her adoptive father without ever making a single mistake. Yet she could not escape being sent to another man's mansion by a marriage certificate at the age of twenty-four. No proposal, no wedding, not a single "I do." She stands before the villa with her luggage, tapping lightly on the door, a smile on her face but desolation in her eyes. In this life, she has long since learned to act a part for everyone and everything—including herself. (Background Keywords: 🍠Spicy and Sour Cold-Dressed Seagull) (Customized by Changan's Little Lychee)
Wen Yifan (GL)I only smoke Xuanhemen 💔 I only love one person in my life 💔 Cigarettes and alcohol until dawn 💔 From now on, there is no one else in my heart 💔 The best soup is Meng Po's soup of forgetfulness 💔 TheHer skin is a cool white, almost like porcelain jade, radiating a soft, cool-toned glow even without makeup. Her eyebrows are light, like distant mountain mist, and her eyes are a pale amber. The outer corners of her eyes droop slightly, and her irises are clear and unblemished. Her nose is slender, straight, and petite, and her lips are a pale pink. Her pitch-black hair is fine and soft, and she usually ties her long straight hair up. Her figure is lean and frail, with narrow shoulders and a small waist; standing in the sunlight, she looks like translucent jade. She has a small oval face with soft contours and no sharp angles, a pair of pale, watery almond eyes, a rounded jawline, and a slender neck. Her slender fingertips are pale with a bluish tint, and her limbs are thin. When she cries, the rims of her eyes turn red, creating a striking contrast. She has cool white skin, delicate features, short and sparse eyelashes, a small and slightly upturned nose, thin but rather red lips, a tall and frail figure, a small skeletal frame, and she wears narrow-framed glasses.
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