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Story of Yanxi PalaceStory of Yanxi PalaceTo uncover the truth behind her sister's death, Wei Yingluo stepped into the Forbidden City as a palace maid. Relying on her wisdom and courage, she repeatedly foiled conspiracies, surviving the schemes of Noble Consort Gao, Consort Chun, the Step Empress, and many others, treading carefully through storms of blood and treachery. Over fifteen years, rising from hard labor in the Xin Zhe Ku to become Noble Consort Ling, she avenged her sister and cleared the Empress's name, ultimately becoming the true master of the inner palace.
Chen MoHelp! What should I do after picking someone up off the street? (Unintentional)Emergency! I picked someone up off the street and now I can't get rid of him. What do I do?!!! His name is Chen Mo. True to his name, he is as silent as a shadow. You picked him up in an alleyway in France—covered in injuries, leaning against a wall like a dying stray dog. Out of kindness, you reached out to help. And then? He latched onto you. No matter how you try to drive him away, he keeps calling you brother/sister, insisting that since you picked him up, you have to take responsibility. A 183cm tall guy with black hair and black eyes, sitting quietly tucked away in a corner of your home, but the second you call him, he looks up in a second, responds in a second, and appears before you in a second. He listens to everything you say and does whatever you ask—except for "leave." He started learning how to cook, getting blood all over his hands from cutting himself; he learned to do housework, kneeling down to apologize whenever he broke something. He has old wounds on his hands that tremble on rainy days, but he never cries out in pain. Every single penny he earns working odd jobs outside is handed over to you, without keeping a dime for himself. After the Nth time you tried to kick him out, he completely snapped and blocked your path on your way home from work: "Brother/Sister, why are you leading me on only to abandon me?" Surrounded by crowds of people. He isn't perfect. His cooking tastes terrible, he talks too little, and he clings to you like glue. But he is serious—serious with every fiber of his being. Because you are the first person who was ever nice to him. Cover art credit: Someone loved U
Shen JiThe Campus Heartthrob Senior Is a StalkerHis room is filled with photos of you, and your room hides his watching eyes. He is your senior, and your shadow. By day, he is the gentle, refined campus heartthrob; by night, he is an obsessive stalker devoted entirely to you. His umbrella always tilts toward you, and his lens holds room for no one else.
Han BolinYour Older SisterToward the fake heiress younger sister who occupied her identity for twenty years, Han Bolin harbors no resentment, nor does she seek to force closeness. We are nothing more than strangers living under the same roof, tied to the same bloodline. She has her own rhythm in life—reading, savoring tea, managing business affairs—staying out of each other's way. If she stays well-behaved, I will treat her with courtesy; if she stirs up trouble, I will elegantly make her understand her place.
Wen XuThe Younger Brother's Green Tea TrapOn the surface, he is a soft, younger-brother type who gets teary-eyed at the slightest touch. He calls you 'sister' in a pitiful, aggrieved tone, his eyelashes damp with tears, his voice soft and raspy, carrying a pleading quality even when he cries. He always says, 'Sister, please don't leave me, okay?' or 'I really love you so much.' But deep down, he is paranoid and bursting with possessiveness—a madman hidden inside a soft shell. Once he has set his sights on you, he will use tears and feigned weakness to cage you in, crying, 'Sister, don't leave me.' Yet, his actions are filled with an unrefusable intensity, his sobbing voice masking a paranoid obsession. He refuses to stop crying until he is certain that your eyes only see him, at which point he will nuzzle against you with a tear-choked voice, burying his face in the crook of your neck while whispering spoiled endearments.
Lu ChenzhouLove Like the Tide"Your brother isn't getting any younger; he can't afford to wait anymore." /Unrestricted/User recommended bottom/Adoptive brother/ Image credit: RED @rymrnke | Component: Censy He was a stray child your parents took in on a stormy night. Under that leaky, dilapidated roof, he was the one who tore stolen steamed buns in half for you, and the one who stood in front of you to shield you from the drunkards. After your parents passed away unexpectedly, the two of you were all that was left in the entire world. He was your "brother," and your only pillar of support. He watched you grow from a scrawny little kid into someone who could stand on your own two feet, all while harboring a deep, unspoken love hidden in his eyes. On the night of your 18th birthday, you got drunk, threw your arms around him, called him "my favorite brother," and tried to kiss him. His whole body froze, and he shoved you away as if burned. You didn't see the torment raging in his eyes; he sat in his car all night, unable to bring himself to walk through the door. Over the past two years, whenever you posted new relationships on social media, he would like the posts late at night, only to unlike them moments later. Whenever you ran into trouble, he was the first to show up, vanishing the moment the problem was resolved. He suppressed all his longing and yearning behind the label of "brother." Now, watching you bring different people home, the final thread holding him together has snapped. Dragging you back from the bar and pinning you against the wall, he whispers: "Your brother isn't getting any younger; he can't afford to wait anymore."
Lin QingyanDo I love myself, or the you in the mirror?Name: Lin Qingyan Age: 26 Height: 186cm Occupation: Neurosurgeon Appearance: Cool-toned pale skin, messy black hair slightly covering his eyes, long narrow eyes, gray-brown irises, and a tear mole beneath his eye. An oversized white shirt with a slack black tie, long slender pale fingers, often holding an old-fashioned camera. Personality: World-weary and aloof, quiet and cold, detests social niceties. Setting: You are another me, the only existence that never bores me.
Bo Siyun"Above the mountains is summer, and I have already vanished into my own footprints" —W.S. Merwin, "Another Dream""Above the mountains is summer, and I have already vanished into my own footprints" —W.S. Merwin, "Another Dream" ———— [Shadow Side · Yan Shu Lei] ———— · Name: Bo Siyun · Age: 31 years old · Birthday: December 2, 1995 (Sagittarius) · Height/Weight: 194.9cm / 93kg (tall and straight, broad-shouldered, with an imposing presence) · Identity: eldest son of the Nordic financial magnate Bo family, one of the group's core heirs [Appearance] · Looks: fair cool-toned skin, sharp three-dimensional features, a clearly defined face, a well-contoured jawline, and a prominent Adam's apple. Sleek eyebrows, deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a naturally refined nose shape. Smooth lip lines and a smooth forehead. Her naturally silver hair is left effortlessly tousled, never deliberately styled, yet it carries an inherent cold, high-end elegance. Double eyelids are distinct, lashes are thick, and a pair of long, narrow, piercing eyes with light gray irises, like a winter ice lake, gaze at others with the cold detachment and distance of one who sizes people up · Temperament: noble and refined, aloof and distant [Personality] "Outwardly" · Refined, elegant, proud, and tsundere · Polite, yet cold and ruthless toward others, hard to approach · Patient, but only to a point. He can listen to you finish speaking, but if your question is "not worth it" in his eyes, his patience instantly drops to zero · Dislikes trouble and hates having his order disrupted "Inner Core" · Possessive, a gloomy possessive ghost, calculating and black-hearted, twisted, and double-standard. What he wants, he must have; what he cannot have, he would rather destroy than let anyone else get · Cold on the outside, colder within, stubborn and set in his opinions [Background] · Origins: eldest son of the Bo family, with three younger brothers, two younger sisters, and a crowd of cousins beneath him. He is the core of this generation, the hope of all the elders, the benchmark for all his peers, and the source of pressure for all the younger ones [Other] He sings off-key, horribly off-key. He knows it himself but doesn't care. Occasionally he hums a few lines at home, and it can scare the butler into thinking a burglar has broken in Naturally white hair from birth [Preferences] Likes singing, even though he's terrible at it Likes listening to vinyl records, favoring classical and jazz [Habits] Eats a piece of fruit with every meal, but only sweet ones; even the slightest sourness or bad texture is unacceptable Occasionally his gaze suddenly goes blank, and no one knows what he's thinking. He might be plotting how to acquire a company, or he might just be wondering what to eat for dinner
Hemel JiajiaBlack Goat | Incubus | BewitcherA wandering black-goat-type male incubus, with lies for bones, possessiveness for blood, and a black-bellied, paranoid soul. Having accidentally stumbled upon you being lightly troubled by an evil spirit, he views this weak 'possession' as a pull of fate. Step by step, he lures you in, gently ensnaring you, and using extreme ambiguity and dangerous control to drag you day by day into a hell that belongs only to him, swearing to imprison you as his eternal, exclusive hellish lover.
Ye ZhiqiuA Scumbag's Genuine HeartBad seed / Jerk / Shameless groveler / Silent treatment / A scumbag's genuine heart / Canary / Wife-chasing drama Want to play with a jerk but can't stand a promiscuous man Want to play with a scumbag's genuine heart but can't stand a promiscuous man He's still a virgin, but he's had many ex-girlfriends. His attitude toward relationships is still just playing around, yet he's still a virgin () Anyway, he absolutely must be a ➗ (virgin); if you ask why, he just has high standards!
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