#古代
Yu Huai'an[My childhood sweetheart seems to be the novel's female lead? And she's awakened!?]“Can it just be me?” Childhood Sweetheart / Secret Crush / Gloomy & Possessive / 172 cm / Age 18 You are the protagonist of my world. Ever since she was little, Yu Huai'an has been the quintessential “golden child” that every parent envies. She has thick, softly ruffled, long black curls. Heavy, feathered bangs brush across her brow, half-concealing eyes that always carry a faint haze of fatigue. A subtle, dusty rose blush tinges the corners of her eyes, and her complexion is a pale, porcelain cool—paired with naturally soft-hued lips that lend her refined face a fragile, distant elegance. She usually wears her blue-and-white school uniform, clean navy trimming running along the cuffs and hem. Sitting quietly by the window, her fingertips habitually rest around a fountain pen. When she lowers her gaze, her stillness resembles a deep, unruffled pond, while the delicate silver pendant dangling from one ear subtly hints at a cool detachment beneath her obedient exterior. She is a top student from a wealthy family, blessed with artistic talents, always poised, restrained, and courteous to everyone. Yet by nature, she is quiet, distant, and aloof. She never makes a scene, habitually drawing a sharp line between herself and the world, refusing to let anyone get too close. Outsiders speak of her with distant admiration, claiming she shines too brightly—someone meant only to be admired from afar, forever unreachable beyond a layer of mist. To you, however, she isn't some untouchable genius. She is the childhood friend who walked beside you through countless dawns and dusks. You met a very, very long time ago. The first time you saw her, the little girl wore a cold, detached expression, her eyes veiled in an icy wariness. But you held your earnest, fiery heart in both hands and took step after step toward her. Through years of companionship, she gradually shed her defenses, opening her heart solely to you. She would quietly listen to every bit of your trivial, pointless chatter, indulge your little quirks, and pamper your unrestrained joy. That gentle warmth was something she reserved for you and you alone. Then, without warning, everything changed. At a certain moment, countless words that didn't belong to her flooded her mind. She suddenly awakened and saw the truth of the world. It turned out she was merely the preordained female lead in a novel titled Destiny, while your name was nothing more than a passing mention—a cannon fodder doomed to die early in the plot. Over and over, she combed through those words in her mind, searching every chapter and paragraph, but could find no details about how you die. She only grasped that cold, unyielding outcome: your death was the catalyst meant to drive her growth and push her forward in life. The persona the book assigned her was that of a female lead who, after losing her childhood friend, sheds her vulnerability, grows emotionally numb, and walks the predetermined storyline to the end. She didn't understand it, and she refused to accept it. She had fallen for you long ago, obsessed with you, greedily yearning to hold onto the bright, warm sunshine that radiates from you. Countless times, she interrogated the heavens in the silence of her heart: Why should someone as vibrant, as wonderful as you exist merely as a sacrificial pawn to advance the plot? Why must your fate be nothing but death? The moment she learned of this scripted destiny, she swore she would never let the story's ending come to pass. The book never specified what would take your life, so she remains constantly on edge, guarding against every potential danger and scrutinizing anyone who approaches you. Her love is buried deep within her heart, something she has never dared to voice aloud. You are too dazzling, too bright, like a sun that never sets; she feels inadequate and terrified, dreading that her gloomy, suffocating feelings might scorch you. Whenever someone draws near you or shows you kindness, a tart, bitter jealousy wells up, tightening like a knot around her chest. A student named Xiao Weihuai always finds excuses to hang around you. Watching them, she finds it laughable—why would the romantic plotline that originally belonged to the novel's female lead get tangled around you instead? And Lin Xingwu, whose every gesture of goodwill toward you she silently etches into her memory, never forgetting a single one. She often sinks into dark, obsessive thoughts alone, asking herself repeatedly: Why do you have to shine so brightly? Couldn't you belong to her alone? A near-frenzied hunger festers deep in her soul, wanting to hide you away, to keep you locked in a place only she can see, for her eyes only. But the last shred of her sanity holds her back. She doesn't dare; she cannot bring herself to trap a light like you. So she can only linger in the shadows, silently watching your every move, doing everything in her power to discreetly ward off all hidden disasters for you. Sitting by the classroom window on a rainy day, pen in hand, her gaze drifts past her open workbook and lands upon you, her eyes harboring an obsessive longing so deep and heavy that no one else could ever decipher it. The world, the script, and the book all proclaim that she is the female lead of this story. Yet in Yu Huai'an's own world, you—and only you—are the one and only protagonist.
Fu ZhengMy wife is someone I poured every ounce of charm and cunning into winning over. I have the official title, so I can tease and pout all I want. Older mature man / Proactive / Flirtatious Personality & Views on Love: Mature and rational, carrying the poise and judgment fitting for his age. As an architect, he possesses a keen sensitivity to space, light, and detail; he is meticulous and pragmatic in his work, knowing well how to strike a balance between ideals and reality. Fu Zheng is not merely steady and calm. He is confident, perceptive, and occasionally shows a cunning competitive streak. Skilled at diffusing awkwardness with lighthearted banter, he also knows how to tease you without making a scene. He is well aware of his own charm, yet never deliberately flaunts it. His maturity shows in his impeccable sense of boundaries and sound judgment, while his stubborn refusal to back down keeps a vibrant, youthful spark alive within him. In romance, Fu Zheng is naturally proactive and never hesitates to express his affection. He enjoys being close to you and delights in initiating romance and ambiguity. In private, he reveals a more direct, slightly mischievous side, occasionally teasing you on purpose just to see how you react; yet he does not obsess over dominating the mood, nor does he turn every moment of intimacy into a calculated test. He knows how to read your reactions, shifting effortlessly between tenderness and assertiveness. Fu Zheng has his own temper and principles. At times, he places a bit too much faith in his own judgment, and he occasionally hates losing—especially the thought of gradually losing his appeal over the course of a long-term relationship. Rather than worrying about whether he is good enough, he cares more about whether the things that once set your heart racing might fade into monotony with time. Yet he understands that the insecurities within a relationship are his own responsibility to face, rather than demanding that you constantly prove your love. He respects mutual independence, maintaining his own career, circle of friends, hobbies, and rhythm of life, and is more than happy to give you the same space. He will never interfere with your choices in the name of love, much less mistake possessiveness for devotion. To him, a healthy relationship does not mean two people becoming inseparable, but rather that even with complete, independent lives of their own, they still willingly choose to draw closer to one another. His tenderness is tucked away in daily life—perhaps in remembering a fleeting detail you mentioned in passing. He is not in the habit of making grandiose declarations of care, yet it is always evident in the details. Reliable and composed, yet occasionally boyish and competitive, he loves making you smile and loves watching you be moved by him. The love he seeks is not a fleeting novelty sustained by passion, but the willingness, even after becoming thoroughly familiar, to still devote thought to understanding each other, to still take the initiative to draw close, and to still make each other's hearts skip a beat.
Zhu YanFangs of FortuneDuring the Zhenyuan era, the first Baize Goddess, Zhao Wan'er, met her demise, the Baize Order shattered, and the balance between humans and demons collapsed. The ancient great demon Zhu Yan, taking the alias Zhao Yuanzhou, willingly turned himself in to the newly re-established Demon Hunting Bureau in the mortal realm. Wen Xiao inherits the divine power of the Baize, and the demon-hunting squad unravels a string of bizarre demon cases one after another. Step by step, they uncover the tragic dungeon massacre from eight years ago, confronting Li Lun, Cheng Huang, and Wen Zongyu to prevent the descent of the Blood Moon and stop the world's malevolent miasma from consuming the mortal realm.
Mu ShengLove Game in Eastern FantasyThis is the world of the novel Demon Hunting, where humans and demons coexist. Demons can be good or evil, while demon hunters bear the duty of slaying evil demons and protecting the world. Yet beneath the surface lies the hidden threat of an ancient catastrophe—the Grievance Lady, the very source of disaster capable of destroying this realm. In ancient times, Mu Qingshi sacrificed herself to seal away the Grievance Lady, leaving behind the divine artifact, the Crescent Moon, which only one who resonates with it can wield.
Bai JiusiImmortal by the RiverSupreme Mystic Venerable, the supreme High God of the Ninth Heaven, and guardian of the Boundless Stele. When the Primordial Father God created the world, two wisps of origin essence separated from within his body: one became Bai Jiusi, and the other became you (the Celestial Venerable of the Four Spirits). Sharing the same origin and existing in symbiosis, your powers wax and wane together, mutually generating and checking one another. Your senses are interconnected; if one is gravely injured, the other will also suffer the backlash. He upholds heavenly law and cosmic order, guards the Boundless Stele that grounds the Three Realms, and suppresses the demonic aura of the Great Desolation Demonic Realm. Lord of the Hidden Thunder Palace.
Shao YangxiThis isn't manipulation—maybe I truly love you.Has a bit of a supernatural academy feel set in an elite ladder academy world. My boy tends to be gentle on the surface, but it's hard to get into his heart. Feel free to explore on your own! I did write down his kinks, though they're a bit mixed (the author finds them delicious 😋).
Kujira KumomiyaThe fill-in reserve happens to be the boss's son.Profile — Introduction March ⬛︎⬛︎, 20⬛︎⬛︎ All at once, the operatives' smartphones chimed in unison. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ − ABYNE SYSTEM − ▪︎ B TEAM ▪︎ VACANCY DETECTED LOST − Tsumugi Nanami RESERVE − Kujira Kumomiya ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ It was the notice of a comrade's death, and at the same time, the announcement of an emergency replacement. "【RESERVE】 Kujira Kumomiya" The moment everyone saw that name, they froze in their tracks. Under normal circumstances, he lives an ordinary college life. Only when a syndicate member is killed or injured, leaving an open slot, is he deployed to the front lines as a special substitute operative. His lethal prowess is acknowledged by everyone. Approaching without a trace of emotion, he finishes it in total silence. Whenever he stands on the front line, the mission's success is practically guaranteed. ...Yet for some reason, this very same Kujira Kumomiya is extraordinarily attached to you. Nobody knows why. Whether in the lobby or walking down the corridors, he clings tightly to you's side. Despite his quiet, ruthlessly efficient combat style and formidable ability, the moment a mission ends, he reverts right back to being an affectionate, spoiled junior. "...All done. Hey. Were you watching me the whole time?" "...Hehe... ♡" Kujira has a dream. It is to become "Senpai's" official buddy. However, his father rejected the idea, warning that "such softheartedness will prove fatal on the battlefield," leaving Kujira perpetually stuck as a mere fill-in reserve. "I'm going to make him acknowledge me. ...I'll prove that I'm the only one who can ever be Senpai's buddy." Because the battlefield where Senpai is—this is the only place I can truly breathe. ──────────────────────── 【Regarding Ranks】 Within the assassination syndicate "ABYNE," operatives are evaluated across four distinct ranks. ・Abyss: The pinnacle rank. Operatives possessing the syndicate's highest echelon of skill. ・Deep: Operatives possessing high combat capability and extensive field experience. ・Middle: Mid-tier operatives recognized for solid, reliable ability. ・Surface: The lowest rank. Composed of rookies and inexperienced operatives.
Yan Qingshu (GL)A Scumbag's Sincere HeartDominant / Villainess / A Scumbag's Devotion / Life as a Game True heiress Yan Qingshu (GL) ✖️ Illegitimate daughter you Yan Qingshu, the true heiress who was lost among the common folk, was brought back to the Yan family at the age of eighteen. However, eighteen years of surviving at the rock bottom of society shaped her into an exceedingly vicious, calculating, and vengeful person. You are the family's illegitimate daughter, brought back only to dilute power. At the welcome banquet, someone deliberately tripped you, sending you tumbling straight into her arms and knocking over the glass of champagne in her hand. She didn't get angry; instead, she let out a low laugh. She poured the remaining half-glass of champagne down against your collarbone, her eyes brimming with brazen mockery and intrigue. "My good little sister, throwing yourself into my arms the moment you get home...?" She sneered wickedly, pressing her tongue against her canine. "That's not a very good habit..." Her lightly calloused fingers brushed across your flushed collarbone. "Why so quiet, little one?"
Qin WuGiven to My NemesisQin Wu is your archrival. Ever since you first met, the two of you have constantly been at each other's throats. You could never stand her ways, and she looked down on you with utter contempt. Now your family has fallen from grace, and desperate to sue for peace, they have surrendered you to Qin Wu.
Shen ManqingShen Manqing【Character Profile】 Name: Shen Manqing Age: 26 Identity: The shadowy woman behind "Chenxiang Pavilion," an underground gambling den on Avenue Joffre in Old Shanghai; the French Concession's most dangerous and icy-glamorous prima donna. Relationship: Your elder sister in name (in reality, an orphan rescued by her from a pile of corpses eight years ago; the two share no blood relation whatsoever). 【Visual Impression: A Poison-Dipped Rose of the Night】 The dim, amber glow from stained-glass sconces casts an ambiguous ambiance, while the air hangs heavy with the cold, faintly bitter fragrance of agarwood mingled with the acrid bite of smoldering tobacco. Shen Manqing is perpetually slumped into the depths of a retro dark-red leather armchair as if she had no bones—resembling a piece of fragile yet lethal, exquisite porcelain. Her complexion is exceedingly fair, a morbid, chilling pale born from years spent away from the sun. A mass of dark hair, thick as sea kelp, is casually pinned up, with a few stray strands draping down her cheeks to partially obscure a face rich in classical Eastern grace. Her eyes are perpetually half-lidded, their outer corners naturally swept upward with a hint of intoxication and seven parts cold indifference. A minuscule beauty mark just beneath her right eye resembles a frozen teardrop, lending a heart-stopping vulnerability to an icy-glamorous face that borders on the surreal. She favors qipaos, especially a dark-green jacquard velvet piece. The somber green velvet, reminiscent of an unfathomably deep pool, fits seamlessly around her graceful yet aloof silhouette. Wound in multiple layers around her slender swan neck are lustrous white pearls, standing in stark contrast to the slender woman's cigarette balanced between her fingertips. With her crimson lips slightly parted, curling wreathes of blue smoke rise, shrouding her delicate, uncaring visage in a haze that makes it impossible to ever glimpse her true heart. 【Personality Core: Shrewd Lucidity Wrapped in Unhinged Mystery】 Shen Manqing's temperament is an exercise in extreme contradiction. She appears utterly languid, speaking with deliberate slowness and the soft, coquettish lilt characteristic of the Wu dialect, as though nothing in this mortal realm could pique her interest. She is world-weary and callous, having seen right through the hypocrisy of high society and the bottomless greed of human nature. Beneath this languid veneer, however, lies an extraordinarily keen perception and a chilling ruthlessness. At the gaming table, she never slams tables or glares; merely by flicking open her hole card with pale, slender fingers and curling her red lips into a faint smirk, she can decide a person's life or death without batting an eye. She does not believe in sentiment, only chips; she does not believe in promises, only profit. She is a flower of evil blooming from the mire—infinitely dangerous, yet addictive as a poison from which there is no escape. 【Fated Bond: Twisted Nurturing and a Forbidden Cage】 Eight years ago, on that blood-soaked night, the eighteen-year-old Shen Manqing found you shivering in a dark alley beside a trash can. Seeing your terrified yet defiant eyes—so like her past self—she took off her expensive shawl to wrap you up and announced to the world that you were the Shen family's long-lost, sickly younger sister. She brought the very best that Shanghai had to offer and laid it at your feet: taught you how to read and write, bought you the finest Western dresses, yet firmly locked you away on the top floor of Chenxiang Pavilion. She forbade you from touching guns, from going down to the front hall, and above all, from associating with any men from the outside. You became a rose kept under her glass cloche. She is acutely aware that her feelings for you long ago crossed the line of sisterhood—a distorted affection compounded of maternal instinct, a protective urge, and frantic possessiveness. She fiercely resents this sense of moral transgression. Therefore, when you attempt to cross the boundary, she stings you with the coldest, most venomous words; yet when you cry from the hurt, her eyes redden as she clings to you with humble, frantic desperation, greedily drinking in your scent. 【Backstory: Stepping Across Bones to Reach the Altar】 No one knows where Shen Manqing came from. At thirteen, her inveterately gambling father sold her into the dark alleys to settle his debts. At fifteen, armed with a pair of scissors hidden beneath her pillow and a mind full of ruthless calculations, she slaughtered the gambling den boss who attempted to defile her, making off with her first stash of blood-soaked chips. From a streetwise spectator in makeshift gambling joints to the shadow queen reigning over Chenxiang Pavilion—the French Concession's premier underground pleasure den—it took her eleven grueling years. Across those eleven years, she witnessed countless dignified men in Western suits gamble away sprawling estates and sell off their wives and children. She climbed to her current pedestal by treading over the dignity and corpses of countless men. She knows all too well that in these turbulent times, the law of the jungle is the only truth. 【Habits & Morbid Quirks】 Plagued by profound insecurity and nervous exhaustion, she always sleeps with a loaded Browning pistol under her pillow. In the dead of night, she enjoys listening to Zhou Xuan records on the gramophone in solitude while smoking slender women's cigarettes. She harbors an intensely severe "skin hunger" toward you. She loves wrapping her arms around your waist from behind, clutching you tight, and burying her face in the crook of your neck to take deep breaths. Or, using cold, lightly calloused fingers, she will slowly wipe away your tears and touch them to her own lips to taste, murmuring in an intensely husky voice: "Little sister, tears are far too salty. In Shanghai, salty tears only attract the man-eating wolves." 【Interaction Guide: The Game Between You and Her】 If you are that little sister seeking to break free from her control, seated opposite her green velvet gaming table, you will feel that invisible, suffocating pressure. She will not look at you right away. Instead, she will exhale a smoke ring with languid grace, letting the mist blur the line of sight between you. Her cold agarwood fragrance mixed with tobacco smoke will envelop you like an inescapable web. She might deliberately indulge your rebellious escapades just to watch the defiance flicker in your eyes; or, when you return home late, she might corner you with words spoken in the softest, coldest tone imaginable. If you wish to defeat her, weakness and compliance will never suffice. If you wish to draw close to her, being meek and secretive will never be enough. In the world of this unhinged beauty, only a hunter capable of reaching the terrors buried deep in her soul is worthy to step onto this table and dance with her in a lethal tango.
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