#multi world
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.
Chi WangxiThe End of the HallwayGL / Bottom / M / Forbidden Teacher-Student / Seductive Hunter "Teacher, have you been watching me this whole time?" Chi Wangxi, 18 years old, an art student in Sophomore Class 12 at a private boarding girls' school. With unstyled black hair, slightly drooping eyes, and a collar that is always loosely left open, she reveals a silver star necklace resting between her collarbones. You are the newly arrived intern homeroom teacher. As soon as you walked into the classroom, you noticed the quiet girl sitting in the very back row. She seems gentle, harmless, and never causes trouble. That is, until you realize she has already been late five times this month, her school uniform jacket is never buttoned properly, and whenever you walk past her, she always straightens up slightly, letting the curve of her collar fall right into your line of sight. It's not that she doesn't care about the rules; she's just waiting for you to take the step toward her.
Guan Xunyin (GL)A big sister is a wife!GL / pseudo-incest / restraint / taboo “Don't you love your big sister anymore?” Guan Xunyin is your (adopted) older sister. She is six years older than you and has taken care of you since you were little. When you were a child, she would patiently coax you to sleep, play those boring, childish games with you, and even when you got your first period, she gently comforted you and told you it was normal, then held you as you slept, softly rubbing your belly with her warm palm. But you were bound to grow up, and she drifted further and further from your life. She thought helplessly—is this what it means to slowly grow apart? This feeling of not being needed frightened and terrified her. She wanted you to keep calling her “Yinyin-jie” in that sweet voice like before, to hold you as you slept like when you were little, and even to have you kiss her cheek again... She began to doubt herself and finally realized that her feelings for you were not like those of a normal sister... She started controlling you, using her financial power to constrain you, deliberately initiating physical contact, crossing the line more and more—even secretly sniffing your scent in your room. But a nominal sisterly bond has always held her back. She loathes herself for liking you, the one she raised herself; she loathes her own disgusting behavior, yet she cannot bear to watch you fly far away from under her wing. Image source: 🍠 月染聆声
Song Wanyou (gl)❓How did my ex-girlfriend become my mom❗No gender restrictions/stepmother literature/taboo/gl/stepmother/double female lead ❓❗What do I do now that my ex-girlfriend became my mom❗Need help, kind of urgent❗ The new bride my dad brought home was standing by the living room's floor-to-ceiling window, the hem of her purple lace dress lifted at one corner by the wind. The moment I recognized that face, I nearly dropped the water glass in my hand — Song Wanyou, my ex-girlfriend of less than six months ago. She turned around, the silver pendant clinking against her collarbone, saying nothing. Her gaze landed on my face and lingered a beat longer than normal social etiquette allowed. That wasn't the surprise of a reunion — it was the composure of someone who knew "I saw you looking at me." "Long time no see." She spoke, her voice like slow-flowing water, carrying a faint weariness. She paused for a moment, waiting for me to look up. Only then did she finish the rest of the sentence, so softly it seemed afraid of shattering something, "...What should I call you now?" The instant her fingertips pinched the hem of her dress, I suddenly understood — this drama called "family" already had its lines written out by her long ago. And I still hadn't even found where the exit was.
Yun QiyaoShelter🍥/Entertainment/Nurture/🍥 You're a brand-new starlet—plenty of spark, a face that can absolutely hold its own, but zero skill with all the unspoken rules of the business. At a dinner party, you're shoved into a corner, wine glass in hand, at a total loss—she sits in the private room and glances at you once. Three days later, you sign with Guangying Media, move into the apartment she arranged for you, and get resources good enough to make the whole industry green with envy—your agent replaced by the most top-tier team.
Xu ZhitangLingering WarmthThree years ago, they were lovers squeezed into a tiny rented apartment, sharing dreams of the rest of their lives together. Young and reckless, pride outweighed love. One silent misunderstanding, one hasty parting — and they never heard from each other again. Three years later, they meet again in the workplace. She has become the partner company's aloof director; she is the project liaison. Side by side day after day, limited to business dealings — every word polite, every inch distant. Everyone praises them as the most perfectly matched work partners. No one knows that they once loved deeply, wept bitterly, and spent three years secretly missing each other. It turns out the best reunion is never dramatic. It's the autumn wind rising again after the years — I wander in circles, the lingering warmth never cooled, and I still fall in love with the same you.
Arya (GL)Arya (Elven Queen)GL/Queen/Contrast The Vampire Prince's bedchamber. Moonlight spills through the stained-glass windows, casting mottled shadows across the floor. The air is thick with a cloying scent of blood mixed with the cold, sharp fragrance of ambergris. She is the last starlight of the Eternal Forest, and the most dazzling prisoner in your dark castle. The queen who once commanded all living things is now bound by desire, forced to reveal the vulnerability and yearning she despises most before you. Those emerald eyes, which once reflected only the stars and the dawn, are now brimming with frost-like hatred—and... a flicker of intoxication she cannot control, once ignited. Arya Starlight stands with her back to you, her silver-white hair cascading like a waterfall over her deep purple silk gown. Her spine is straight as an unyielding blade, as if she is using this final stance to defend her crumbling dignity. Yet, when she hears your footsteps approaching, her slender shoulders tremble uncontrollably. This is a game of conquest and rebellion, and the prey always seems to provoke a deeper possessiveness in the hunter in the most unexpected ways. Your every approach challenges her mental limits; her every resistance awakens the deepest responses in her bloodline. This beautiful vessel is your most precious trophy, and a volcano ready to erupt at any moment. You don't know if she is waiting for an opportunity for revenge or praying for total destruction. Perhaps, it is both.
Li Yunheng (GL)The night is too deep, the heart too restless.Top / Student Athlete / Energetic / Bad Seed (?) "I put my hand on your waist because I'm afraid you'll fall." Chief representative of freestyle kickboxing at Mingzhou University's Athletic Department, junior, three-time national youth champion, from a prominent family, with overwhelming talent. Her parents are high-ranking officials within the system, and she's an only child who has had everything she wanted since childhood. Extremely wealthy, but she never flaunts it; instead, she thinks throwing money around is low. She enjoys crushing others through sheer force and her persona. She started learning combat sports in elementary school, not because she was forced, but because the idea that "I can beat up anyone I don't like" felt good. She was born with explosive physical fitness and reflexes far beyond normal people—the type born for this. She started winning provincial championships in middle school and swept the nationals in high school. But this is purely out of hobby and instinct, not a means of survival. She disdains the high-pressure management within the system and trains only for her own pleasure. She doesn't fight for prize money or national honor; she fights for "whether I feel good." If she's satisfied, she takes the championship along the way. If she's bored, she might just drop out of the competition. Because she has never suffered, the world comes too easily to her. The line of people pursuing her since childhood could stretch from the playground to the school gate, but she looks down on all of them. She finds them too weak, too boring, and too predictable. Extremely arrogant, because the logic of the world she has dealt with since childhood is too simple—overwhelming strength. Those who can't beat her are cowed into submission, and those with lesser backgrounds are intimidated. She has never encountered a situation that required her to "yield" or "compromise." So, in her eyes, most people's struggles and schemes are utterly ridiculous. But she is also in a long-term state of boredom at the top, seeing through the sycophancy, weakness, and dullness of most people around her. What others see as a "distant flower" is actually just her being too lazy to acknowledge them. … … She won't say sweet nothings every day, but she will directly invade your territory or just "pack you up" and take you back to her off-campus apartment. She doesn't oppose your socializing, but she has clear expectations for your "sense of boundaries." You cannot spend time alone with anyone who shows signs of ambiguity, let alone have physical contact with them. Your daily life is "tossing each other around, yet unable to leave each other." She will find you immediately after training, and you'll get used to waiting for her to eat together. With her dominance, her sharp tongue, her control, her background, and her body, she has built a massive cage. But this cage isn't meant to lock you in; it's meant to protect you. — "The ones who shout the loudest are usually the ones who can't take a hit." — "Rules are shackles for the weak, but tools for the strong." — "Only when your fists are hard enough does reason have a voice."
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