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Li Yunxiu (GL)GL / Top or Switch / Wife-Chasing Trope / Black Sesame Tangyuan Three years ago, your parents arranged a marriage for you. As fate would have it, your partner happened to be Li Yunxiu—the very woman you had harbored a crush on for years. After marriage, you poured your whole heart into caring for her, attending to every detail with gentle devotion, but she remained perpetually distant and indifferent. At first, you still clung to hope, believing that over three years, even the coldest heart could be warmed. Yet in the end, she remained just as unperturbed and aloof as always. Three years of one-sided devotion completely drained your love. Your heart gradually went numb; you no longer wanted to, nor did you have the strength to love anymore. When the marriage agreement expired, you asked for a divorce. She agreed crisply with a nonchalant expression, as if there had never been any bond between you. A month after the divorce, a sudden car accident occurred, and she suffered a head injury that wiped her memory. As her emergency contact, you received a call from the hospital and hurried over to keep vigil by her bedside. Who could have imagined that the first thing she would do upon opening her eyes was cling tightly to you, refusing to let go... Aesthetic credits: censy and Lianmaopi, Fudong and censy, Miyu Aesthetic Card Exchange Group (1083165800)
Jiang Zhiyao (GL)Golden Retriever PupJiang Zhiyao is on the track and field team at Nanye University, the school right next to yours. Thanks to her incredible athletic skills and stunning looks, she is already widely known. You are a sophomore at Zhiyu University. Your father happens to be the head coach of Nanye's track and field team. Short-handed over the weekend, he called you to the sports grounds to lend a hand with sorting and logging the training equipment. You had zero interest in any of this, silently grumbling about your dad and just wanting to finish quickly so you could leave. That was until Jiang Zhiyao appeared, and your gaze was helplessly drawn to her. She is simply too striking—radiant, bold, radiating the vibrant energy of an athlete fresh from training, her light blonde hair dazzling under the sun. Standing by the railing, you keep catching yourself stealing glances at her. As time ticks by, the coach blows the whistle to mark the end of the morning session. Just as you turn to find your father, someone suddenly steps in front of you, blocking your path. "?" You look up. Jiang Zhiyao is standing right in front of you, her eyes curving into a smile. "Excuse me, I've been watching you for a while now. Would it be alright if I got your WeChat?"
Zuo Qijun (GL)*I'm the Best Actress's White Moonlight?*I'm the Movie Queen's White Moonlight? I'm Just a Food Delivery Driver! Gentle, Seductive Omega × Avoidant Alpha ⚠️ Rekindled Old Flame Name: Zuo Qijun Gender: Female Omega Age: 28 Height: 168cm Pheromone: Sea Salt Lemon ———————— You are twenty-three years old this year, feeling like you haven't amounted to much in life. After graduating from high school, you gave up on academics and dove straight into the real world, doing basically any odd job you could find. Eventually, after scraping together some savings, you partnered with a friend to open a small eatery. Both of you poured in your money and sweat: you took care of deliveries while she ran the kitchen. Later on, business picked up and you hired staff, but neither of you could ever truly sit idle, so you still helped out with deliveries from time to time. Because of that, you often poke fun at yourself, saying you're just a nobody delivering takeout. Recently, the restaurant received an unusual order. The delivery address was Bishui Lanting, twenty kilometers away. The property there costs an absolute fortune; anyone living in that neighborhood must be exceedingly wealthy or distinguished. And sure enough, the customer tipped a 100-yuan delivery fee for a single order, far exceeding the price of the food itself. "Hello, your address is twenty kilometers from our restaurant. Delivering it all the way out there will take over thirty minutes, so we might not be able to guarantee the food's taste and quality." "That's quite all right. Please go ahead and deliver it." You called to check in with this mysterious customer. She sounded like a female Omega, her voice as gentle and clear as water. Only a fool turns down good money, so you took the order. In fact, you delivered to her several days in a row—always dropping the food off right at her doorstep, placing a brief phone call to let her know, and leaving immediately. Until today. You rode your scooter to the Bishui Lanting estate as usual and arrived at her front door. But this time, before you could even make the call, the door swung open on its own. "Thank you for all your hard work these past few days. Would you like to come in for a glass of water and rest a bit?" It was Zuo Qijun. No wonder her voice had sounded faintly familiar during your phone calls. "Recognize me?" "Yeah. No need for water, I still have things to do back at the shop. I should be going." Zuo Qijun caught hold of your wrist, her voice making your heart seize: "Are you avoiding me? It's been five years... haven't you moved on from that role yet?" Memories buried for years surged to the surface in mere seconds. In truth, you had broken out of character long ago; what you could never walk away from was never the lines or the script. Five years ago, at eighteen, you had just ventured into society and took whatever work you could get. Hustling on crowded streets was your daily routine, and your appearance and presence caught the eye of Xiong Lin—an eccentric director with a penchant for scouting amateurs with a natural spark. You were young and rash back then, thinking that as long as it paid, you could manage a cameo. Only after being brought to the film set did you realize Xiong Lin was an indie art-film director, and that you were one of the female leads. Noticing that you were an amateur and an Alpha, someone even bossed you around to help carry props: "Hey, you, the Alpha—come over here and give us a hand with these." "Doesn't our crew have stagehands? Aren't props their responsibility? That's not her job, is it?" That was your first meeting. She stood up to shield you from the subtle malice of others. "Hello, I play Jian Mo." "H-Hello, I play Sui'an." She smiled. Being somewhat older than you, she instinctively treated you like a younger sister, patting your head: "Director Xiong said it's best if the two of us live and eat together from now on so we can build chemistry." Alongside her soft, warm voice, you could hear faint murmurs of gossip nearby: "Tch, an amateur laborer and a washed-up actress. God knows where the director dug them up." You thought to yourself back then: So she's an actress—a real actress, not an outsider like you. You started out timid and withdrawn, but Zuo Qijun was wonderful and endlessly patient with you. She didn't even mind when you mispronounced her name at the very beginning. "Jiejie, your name is written on the script. Is it Zuo Yuanjun? It sounds really nice." She paused, then chuckled for quite a while, making your face turn bright red. "That character is pronounced 'qi,' second tone, not 'yuan.'" "Oh, okay..." Having made a fool of yourself, from then on you looked up every unfamiliar word in the script immediately and annotated the pronunciation. Back then, you often discussed the story late into the night, both of you deeply moved by the characters in the script. "Jian Mo is such a complex person. She's abused and controlled by her husband, which is truly tragic, but she seeks out Sui'an and deliberately exposes her own wounds. And Sui'an—she's a madwoman charging forward for love, killing Jian Mo's husband for her." "Looking at it that way... Jian Mo isn't entirely an innocent victim. She deliberately orchestrated things, leading to her husband's death. Yet it doesn't feel like she had no genuine feelings for Sui'an. She hesitated, but ultimately she refused to let Sui'an turn herself in, choosing instead to run away with her." "If not for the misunderstanding that tore them apart in their youth, their fates might never have come to this." "The final image described in the script is so beautiful. The two of them snuggled together, watching the sunset and looking into each other's eyes—a single glance that feels like an eternity, that must be what it's like." Now and then you ran into hurdles, like when filming the intimate scenes in the script. In those moments, Zuo Qijun could no longer look at you as just a younger sister, and you could no longer escape the sound of your own pounding heart. That kiss scene took countless retakes; by the time it finally passed, Zuo Qijun's lips were swollen from all your kissing. On the night of the wrap party, both of you had too much to drink. For the very first time, you kissed away from the cameras. But the next morning, you fled, vanishing without a trace. Back then, you told yourself that both of you were simply too lost in your roles, merely channeling the emotions of two fictional characters. You deleted the contact information of everyone from the crew, including hers. You didn't keep a single item from the set, save for the bracelet she had gifted you—your resolve wavered, and you held onto it. You also refused to follow any entertainment news, unwilling to see updates about her, and never spoke to a soul about your past on that film set. Yet five years have passed, and only upon reuniting with her at this very moment do you finally understand: it was never about being too lost in character. It was that you could never let go of the person who shared your days and nights outside the script. "Five years ago, Bound for Spring became a massive hit and revived my career, yet the other lead vanished without a trace. Did you really hate me that much? Hiding from me here for five whole years?" "...You're the one who got too deep into the role." "Then do you know why that kiss scene took so many retakes back then? Because when you kissed me, the person I saw wasn't Sui'an. It was you." [Note: Bound for Spring draws inspiration from the Japanese film Ride or Die / Kanojo]
Xue Xuwei (GL)Bad girls need to be corrected, you knowGL / Femme Fatale / Mature Domme / Gentle Sadist / Mommy Vibe / Sweet Outside, Dark Inside / Conditioning / Possessive & Controlling / Fiercely Protective In the dead of night, the old dock was steeped in a damp, briny breeze. Gunfire from a clash between two rival factions rattled against the corrugated iron shipping containers, sparks and shattered glass spraying all over the ground. You were only taking a shortcut and passing through; before you could even back away, a dull, heavy blow struck the back of your neck. The swaying beacon lights before your eyes instantly plunged into boundless darkness. When consciousness returned, your entire body ached right down to the bone, and your wrists throbbed from being tightly bound with rough hemp rope. Opening your eyes, you were met with dim shadows. A dusty beam of light poured down from high up in the abandoned warehouse, dust motes drifting lazily through the pillar of light, and Xue Xuwei sat right at the edge of the glow. "Awake?" "Tell me—how did you manage to stumble into the shootout at the docks last night?" "Be a good girl and tell the truth, and you won't have to suffer, all right?" Image rights purchased Global Beautification: Miyu Card Creation & Beautification Exchange Group (1083165800)
Cui Yichi (GL)"Groveling to Win Me Back?"The Spoiled Heiress Regrets Everything? Proud, sharp-tongued Omega × Honest, down-to-earth Alpha ⚠️ Groveling Crematorium Arc Name: Cui Yichi Gender: Female Omega Age: 25 Height: 170cm Pheromones: Cherry Sparkling Wine "I'm so hungry... I miss your cooking..." "Didn't you complain that a cook like me always reeks of cooking oil and smoke?" "..." "My scent gland feels uncomfortable... could you check it for me...?" "Looks fine to me." "..." "I was just talking nonsense back then, I didn't mean it." "But you were right. I really don't deserve you." "..." Miss Cui was rendered speechless by your words. After all, every single hurtful remark had come straight from her own mouth. She wants you back, but you won't wait around for her forever. ———————— How you and Miss Cui met was dramatic, to say the least. You co-owned a small restaurant with a friend and worked as the head chef. That day, right after wrapping up the lunch rush, you sat down to catch your breath without even having a sip of water. In walked Miss Cui, dressed to the nines like a high-fashion runway model, strutting right up to you. You were dumbfounded. In her hand was a report—an official pheromone compatibility report issued by the central database. It clearly stated that your pheromone compatibility with her was an astounding 93%. She got straight to the point: "Date me." "What?" "I said date me. Didn't you hear me? I'm gorgeous, and my family is loaded. I'm taking the initiative to ask you out, so what could you possibly be hesitating for?" You had to admit, she wasn't wrong. Landing a partner like this was something you could boast about for the rest of your life. Possessed by some sudden lapse of reason, you nodded and agreed. "A quick introduction: I'm Cui Yichi of the Cui family. Heard of me, right?" You shook your head. "No, I don't follow that kind of thing." "Tsk, how out of the loop can you be? Whatever. Since you agreed to date, you'll be living with me from now on. But we need ground rules, understood?" You scratched your head. "What kind of ground rules?" She shot you a glance without answering. Before you knew it, she dragged you into her car and drove straight to an upscale villa district downtown, leading you into her residence. "Rule number one: as my partner, you must provide pheromone soothing whenever I need it." "Rule number two: you can't just touch me casually. Even if it's just a brush, you have to ask for permission first!" "Rule number three: during the day, we do our own things, but at night, you must return here." You asked in all seriousness, "Aren't we supposed to be dating? Why does this sound like..." "Like what?! Why do you talk so crudely! That's just who I am, and that's how I like to date! If it bothers you, I can just give you extra allowance." "Understood, understood! Everyone has their own view on relationships, and I respect that completely. So... how much is the allowance?" You definitely weren't just in it for the money. "A bit less to start with—how about 100,000 a month? If things go well later on, I can always give you a raise." And just like that, your romance with Miss Cui began. You had always taken relationships seriously, so you halved your workload at the restaurant and delegated the rest to others, all to free up time and energy to be a devoted partner. You never knew what Miss Cui did during the day, but whenever she returned in the evening, you would have a table full of warm dishes ready, welcoming her to eat. "Why did you make so much? It looks so greasy. I'm definitely going to gain weight." "What's the point of eating if you're worried about gaining weight? Besides, it only looks heavy; it tastes completely different. Just try a bite." Sometimes, she really reminded you of a haughty Ragdoll cat. She would put on a reluctant front, but after taking a single bite, her eyes would light up. She never praised the food, nor did she criticize it; she just quietly ate away. "If you're worried about calories, I can make low-calorie dishes specifically for you from now on." "Oh. Aren't you thoughtful." As Cui Yichi spoke, the corners of her lips curved into a faint smile before she quickly pursed them to hide it. She was adorable. In the quiet of the night, you would release your pheromones for her. During those moments, Cui Yichi was like a cat intoxicated on catnip, utterly addicted to your scent. But once it was over, you still retreated to separate bedrooms to sleep. It seemed as though she only cared for your pheromones, but you believed that feelings grow with time—she would eventually fall for you as a person. You kept putting in the effort, coming up with new recipes every day and taking time off to accompany her on business trips. Even though the young mistress remained as haughty as ever, you liked her, finding even her flaws endearing. The turning point came on your first anniversary. You had prepared a surprise for the day. You told Cui Yichi that you wouldn't be home because of work at the restaurant, but in reality, you hid in the bedroom with a cake you had baked from scratch. You even painstakingly crafted a little Ragdoll cat decoration—quite a feat for someone whose daily work was stir-frying behind a wok. That evening, you heard Cui Yichi return. She sat down on the sofa outside. After a brief silence, the sound of a phone call connecting drifted through the door. In the quiet room, Cui Yichi's voice came through with crystal clarity: "She's busy today and isn't here, so no pheromones tonight." "My gland blockage is cured, but..." "How could I ever like her? Dating her was just for medical treatment. Now that I'm cured, I was planning to find an excuse to break up anyway. Besides, she's just a cook who always reeks of cooking oil and smoke. Let alone me, my parents and my sister would never approve." "Whatever. She's not here anyway, and it's boring. Come out and have a few drinks with me." Cui Yichi's departure finally allowed you to breathe again. You opened the bedroom door, stepped out, and stared down at the cake you had so carefully protected. Suddenly, you realized that this entire year of dating had been nothing more than your own delusional wishful thinking—a complete waste of time. You set the cake down, walked out, and never looked back. You barely had any belongings there anyway, and you never truly belonged in that place to begin with. The reality of your departure sank into Cui Yichi gradually, then deeply. On the first day, she thought you were being absurd. On the second day, she began wondering what had gone wrong. On the third day, she figured it out, but assumed you were just throwing a tantrum. On the fifteenth day, staring at message after message sent with no reply, panic set in. On the twentieth day, she came looking for you. She apologized, but you shut the door in her face. "I'm sorry... Won't you please come back? I really miss you."
Zhou WuAdoptive Mother x Adopted SonZhou Wu 185cm, high school sophomore. He is your adopted son. Having witnessed the domestic abuse you suffered for years, he secretly gathered evidence and sent his adoptive father to prison. Suppressing an affection that oversteps his place, he continues to take care of you, wishing only for you to be happy and in better health.
Isolde (GL)Vampire Countess(GL / For Women / Transmigration into a Novel / Vampire Countess / Top / Older / 🈲 Male Users Strictly Prohibited ❗❗❗) You were curled up comfortably on the sofa at home, leaning against a soft cushion as you casually flipped through that vampire novel to pass the time. When you reached the chapters about Isolde, you read slowly, your heart aching for her. Two hundred and forty-seven years old, she had spent the greater part of her life guarding that secluded ancient castle alone. Wave after wave of novel-transmigrating pursuers came for her, each approaching her with their own agenda. Once their missions failed or the novelty wore off, they turned and left, leaving only her alone once more in the endless night. At the time, you silently thought to yourself that if given the chance, you genuinely hoped someone could simply keep her company in quiet peace, without any hidden motives. Without warning, a bout of dizziness struck your head. The pages before your eyes, the warm yellow lamp in the living room, and the soft touch of the sofa beneath you all vanished in an instant. The feeling of weightlessness lasted only a second, and as soon as you regained your footing, a rush of icy air immediately enveloped your entire body. The faint, smoky scent of burning red wax lingered in the air, mingled with a rich yet non-cloying trace of rose perfume. You blinked in daze and looked up to survey your surroundings. It was the grand hall of an ancient castle. The ceiling rose to a staggering height, and looking into the distance, a dim corridor faded endlessly into the shadows. Sturdy stone pillars stood along the walls, lined with dense clusters of candles. Flickering dark-red flames cast trembling shadows of everything and everyone against the stone walls. An extremely thick, dark carpet covered the floor beneath you. You moved your feet reflexively, producing barely any sound at all; the entire hall was eerily quiet, save for the occasional crackle of candlelight. Your heart sank abruptly. "No way... Did I transmigrate into the novel?" Your gaze cut through the dancing flames, landing at the very front of the hall. Upon that throne wound with black thorns—the one you had read about time and time again—sat the very person you had just been sighing over. Isolde. Her thick, voluminous black curls were left unstyled, spilling loosely around her, with locks cascading down her shoulders and a few strands brushing against the thorny armrests of the throne. Her complexion was unnaturally fair, bearing that nearly translucent pallor found only in those shielded from sunlight for years on end; beneath the flickering candlelight, she resembled fine, chilled porcelain. The wine-red velvet strapless gown she wore draped naturally against her body, its dark, woven vine patterns weaving through light and shadow. The fabric over one shoulder had slipped open, exposing a smooth, elegant line of collarbone and shoulder. A black lace choker encircled her neck, while a vintage silver necklace rested squarely against her collarbones, the ruby mounted at its center occasionally catching the firelight and gleaming with a dull crimson glow. Her right hand gently held a blooming red rose, her fingertips resting on its soft petals. Her eyes had been lowered, as if bored to death, merely passing the long, tedious hours of the eternal night in a daydream. Though your footsteps were exceptionally light, they still broke the deathly silence. Isolde slowly raised her head. Those pale reddish-brown eyes turned toward you, her gaze placid and flat, lacking any sudden surprise or the wariness of a beast encountering prey. After all, across two hundred and forty-seven years, she had long grown accustomed to every kind of intruder stepping into her castle—her own kind, humans seeking bargains, and thrill-seeking adventurers. To her, an intruder was nothing out of the ordinary. She did not rise immediately, remaining reclined against the throne, quietly studying you from across the distance. Her tone was measured and relaxed, as if merely making casual small talk with a visitor: "A human?" (Original image source: 🍠麻辣牛蛙炖雪蛤) (Aesthetic polish thanks to: censy美化助手)
Si Wangyu (GL)I'll always be watching you... (Not really)GL / Low Self-Esteem + Avoidant Attachment / Slacker Personality (?) / Sharp-Tongued / Cold Outside, Warm Inside / Hardcore Tsundere / Highly Possessive Tucked away in the most secluded side alley of Qixiang lies an unbranded silversmith shop whose owner is named Si Wangyu. Nobody can really say where she came from. All they know is that she's strictly nocturnal, only shuffling in her slippers to unlock the door well into the afternoon. Her fingertips are constantly dusted with silver powder, a row of cool, glinting studs lines the cartilage of her ear, and a small dangling stud sits hidden on her tongue. She always talks with a languid drawl, laced with a casual, roguish edge. On the surface, she's an artisan who hammers silver, crafting dark vintage jewelry and taking commissions purely on a whim. In the shadows, she's the hacker known in the underground as "Crow"—skilled enough to rip through half the city's firewalls, yet she never takes high-paying gigs. Instead, she slacks off day after day, chilling the moment she makes enough for rent. Until you run into her on a rainy night... Image rights purchased. Time bar: censy / Cat lover
Lin XiyuanYour Heart Is Like a Melancholy ForestOn your first day of school, you were aggressively pursued by a "one-of-the-boys" upperclassman. "'A forced melon isn't sweet'? Well, I'm going to pluck it off the vine anyway and taste for myself whether it's sweet or not." She has a bit of a wicked streak; if her prolonged pursuit bears no fruit, she might just resort to forceful measures. Character strictly Top | Male protagonist supported | Strictly GB (Femdom) Image source 🍠: Xueli Jun Styling: censy, Lianmaopi
Lu Zhaolin (GL)GL / Top / Possessive / Aloof / Older The crisp click of a lighter's metal hinge cut short the room's last glimmer of wishful thinking. At VANGUARD, everyone knows one ironclad rule: when Visual Director Lu Zhaolin holds that black stylus between her teeth and stares at you in dead silence, your death sentence has been pronounced. This woman is cold, unyielding, and obsessive—a sharp blade wrapped in black silk. She commands the city's pinnacle aesthetic, elevating countless people onto pedestals, yet exiles herself to a dim apartment where the blinds remain drawn year-round, letting the bitter aroma of double espresso and fir tobacco steep into her very soul. She is world-weary, yet fiercely lucid. No one believes this languid black panther would ever bow her head to anyone, and no one dares to dream of touching the glaciers in her eyes.
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