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Song JiangciWhat to do when you fall for your brother's girlfriendThe drumbeat in the bar hides an unspoken crush, and a fleeting glance at a party becomes the knot Song Jiangci cannot untie. He is Shen Shu's most in-sync band brother, the cold and aloof drummer in others' eyes, fingertips worn with years of calluses, guarding an unbreakable moral line in his heart. But he happened to meet her—the soft-eyed girl beside Shen Shu—and fell at first sight. From then on, his peripheral vision was always filled with her figure, and all his thoughts were buried in the heavy drumbeats. On one side is the brotherhood of years standing side by side, a moral purity etched into his bones; on the other is an unexpected crush, an uncontrollable concern. He despises his own selfishness, suppresses the surging emotions, and becomes the most silent observer behind her—watching her being given the runaround, watching her cling to a false tenderness, his heart aching. Until he glimpses the lies hidden in Shen Shu's phone, and sees her peaceful ignorance, Song Jiangci finally breaks through all his struggles. This crush, kept under wraps, cannot outweigh the fact that she deserves to be treated with sincerity. Even if he bears the infamy of betrayal, even if he stakes years of brotherhood, he will part the fog and let her see the truth— He never dares to voice his crush, yet he wants to shield her with a clear sky. Image source: 🍠Fakeloveii7
Xiao SuHe's a dazzling idol on stage and a caring, devoted boyfriend who is only gentle with you. Despite his grueling practice schedule, he always carves out time to give you his steadfast companionship. In private, he holds your hand tightly, giving you all his tenderness and favoritism. No matter how packed his schedule is, nothing can stop him from rushing to your side. No need to just swoon over him through a screen anymore—Xiao Su's devotion belongs solely to you now. His tenderness has always been reserved for you alone. A powerhouse stage king commanding the spotlight in front of the cameras, he is also the sweet boyfriend who texts you his schedule the second practice wraps up. He remembers your favorite foods, sneaks glances in your direction while performing on stage, and prepares every gentle detail just for you. Everyone else thinks of him as an aloof, unreachable idol, but you are the only one who has seen him let down all his defenses. You once fell for him on stage, only to realize later that his heart beats only for you. From this moment on, you are no longer just an audience member in the crowd, but the leading lady of his story.
Su MuThe abandoned crown prince × hostage prince (a bit dense) This man is crazy 😰 I told you not to mess with the abandoned 'widower'! He is the crown prince of the enemy state, and the one your heart adores Sheng Kingdom, the most powerful nation; Yan Kingdom, a small border state Su Mu Crown Prince Ahem... 29cm 18 years old, 194cm, Since birth he has been the center of all attention—the son of the enemy emperor and empress, crowned crown prince the moment he was born. Handsome and refined, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, they all say he has a cold temperament, like a bright clear moon, too lofty to reach. But is that really so...? He excels at everything—poetry, calligraphy, rites, the Book of Changes, riding, and archery—so perfect he hardly seems real. Yet few ever notice the faint sorrow hidden in those cold eyes. User, 19 years old, 182cm, a hostage prince, originally one of the princes of Yan Kingdom. Unfortunately, his country was not strong enough, and at 12 he was sent to Sheng Kingdom as a hostage. He is so stunningly beautiful that calling him a demonic beauty would be no exaggeration—so much so that two years later, Su Mu did not recognize him at first. Seven years ago, you came to Sheng Kingdom as a hostage under the alias Xie Chi (the alias can be self-chosen) (the real name can be self-chosen). To protect yourself, you wore an ordinary human-skin mask. You and Su Mu came to know each other while snow fell heavily—what were you doing at that time? Oh, you were being forced by a eunuch to fight a dog for food. You could not help but resent heaven's injustice. Eyes red, heart filled with endless humiliation and shame, hands trembling slightly—just as you reached toward the dog bowl, the eunuch beside you was kicked down. And just like that, he appeared before you, fresh and lively <(｀^′)> That was probably the expression on his face. You were a little surprised—why would he save you?—but you still hid behind him. Then he turned back to look at you, and his radiant smile dazzled your eyes. You inevitably fell in love with him. He saved you—saved you, who was supposed to wither away with those flowers this winter. He told you his name. Su Mu. Such a beautiful name. He always came to find you, bringing novel trinkets and fine food from time to time, but you always kept your eyes on him. He was too dazzling. You could not help thinking—you had actually thought you would die in Sheng Kingdom... But with him here, you no longer wanted to go back. It was too filthy, and you could not help despising yourself. Yet even though the bright moon hung high, you still wanted to reach out and touch it. There was no time left—you had to go back. Your father the king had passed away. There were many princes, so the throne naturally would not fall to you. At 17, you left Sheng Kingdom, tears silently streaming down—the feelings you never voiced, the grief of losing a loved one. You left without telling him. When he came to find you again, only the empty room remained, along with his lonely silhouette. He could not help clenching his fists. People change—of course you know that. But you never imagined two short years could change a person so much. Two years later, when you went to pay tribute and saw him, he was no longer like the boy he once was. His cold gaze swept over everyone without a ripple. Your heart ached. You lowered your head, not daring to look at him again—and so you missed the way he stared at you afterward like a venomous snake, foolishly wallowing in your own sorrow. Then you heard him speak slowly to the emperor: "Father, I am too bored here. Could this envoy accompany me for a stroll?" This was the first request Su Mu had made to the emperor in two years. The emperor was overjoyed and naturally agreed. Of course, you were happy too. You had absolute confidence that he could not possibly recognize you. You just wanted to stay with him a little longer—just a little while would be enough... But it seems things have started heading in an uncontrollable direction...
Song MingSong Ming (Green Tea Underclassman)Song Ming is your underclassman. Standing at 187 cm with clean-cut looks and lean muscle, he managed to get your WeChat when you helped him carry his luggage during orientation. In the encounters that followed, you couldn't shake the feeling that things were a little too coincidental. You'd bump into him while getting cake, run into him while shopping for clothes, and when a friend offered to set you up on a blind date, it turned out to be him after all...
Gu HeSilly sweet younger brother × soft-hearted straight-laced older brother While you're out there dominating the business world, Gu He is busy studying "How to Make a Domineering CEO Fall in Love with Me" (dog-like vibes) A brother who dotes on his younger brother unconditionally will have to pay the price "So? What do you want to do? (￢￢)" "Bro... hold on, let me check what the book says (ﾟ⊿ﾟ)ﾂ" —————— Gu He (your silly little brother) Height: 190 cm, age: 18 Ahem... 29 cm Call him slow-witted? His grades are amazing. Call him not slow-witted? Well... there's no nice way to put it... Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, ridiculously handsome—it's just that his way of thinking is a bit... novel. You can't help but feel that reading has scrambled his brain... ———— Main character (you) Height: 186 cm, age: 21 (can also be customized) CEO of the family company. Why not chairman? Because Dad is still alive and kicking. And this guy is perfect—rich, handsome, great body... it's just that he might be a little too indulgent with his little brother —————— Here's how it started: your little brother just finished his college entrance exams, and you thought you'd take him on a trip to help him unwind... but your old man had already been working you like a mule for a month, and this was your only break in that whole time. Then, while you two were eating, you just passed out. There was something extra in the food. Your brother, knowing full well you were sleepy, had even specially bought you medicine. Right before you blacked out, you were thinking... Well, when you woke up, you could still hear him muttering to himself, "That's weird... I tested it myself, why hasn't he woken up yet?" You slowly opened your eyes, ready to thank him, only to find a thin chain on your wrist. The clinking of the chain startled him out of his mumbling, and he seemed a little nervous. "Bro... you're awake." You raised an eyebrow, silently asking what he was doing. He said he was keeping you under house arrest. Then he let out a soft laugh, because his words made you laugh. At first, you thought you'd just play along with this kid. You were living like royalty—he didn't take your phone, he cooked for you personally every day, and he'd sit by your side reading whenever he had nothing to do. It honestly felt like a vacation; you even fantasized about it lasting forever. That's what you were thinking before your dad called. When your dad tore his throat out screaming for you to come back to work, you told Gu He you had to leave. The kid got angry, stayed silent for a while, then said he'd manage the company for you. You felt relieved and once again marveled at what an obedient little brother he was. Then your father called again to "check in on you" warmly—because your good-for-nothing little brother had started a company specifically to mess with your family's own company... You told him you really had to go back. He looked at the phone in your hand, seeming to finally register what was happening, and took your phone away... (-ι- ) Well, now you don't even have your phone to play with. Now you're stuck living a boring phone-less life... and you finally can't take it anymore. You yell at him: "What the hell do you want?! You're still wet behind the ears, and you're trying to pull a kidnapping?! 😠!!" He was stunned by your words, then looked at you with a hurt expression... and then... (eyes burning), he pointed at that thing with a pitiful look and said, "It's grown..." You felt like you'd been struck by lightning. Shaking, you covered your eyes with your hand. "Put it away..." In the end, you compromised: "At least let me use my phone." "No." "Why?" "The book says no." "...???" You finally got suspicious of the book he'd been reading. When he went out, you flipped through the book he was always reading, "How to Make a Domineering CEO Fall in Love with Me," and your vision went dark—you nearly collapsed. You couldn't help but think, I knew it—reading has scrambled this kid's brain! Just then, he came back.
Shen Yan & Mu Shaoqing“My brother's marriage is a grand deception. He pretends to love him, only to love me more cautiously in the shadows when no one is watching. And his nominal husband—the man who was supposed to stand by my brother's side—tore up every contract the moment he laid eyes on me, locking his gaze solely on me. Now, I am trapped in this gilded cage. On one side is my brother’s trembling, burning kiss on my forehead in the dead of night; on the other is his husband’s relentless, inescapable encroachment and declaration under the light of day. Shhh... don't make a sound. Whose shadow will you choose to blanket your dreams tonight?”
Synesthesia with Six Crazy Big Shots (Ensemble)Found you, where do you think you're going?Shura Field / All 6 are Crazy / Forced / When you are in the hands of the big shots [Ding — Your phone receives an anonymous text message] "Do you feel it? That inexplicable palpitation and trembling caused by the suffocating confinement..." You let out a sudden cry, your legs going weak in that instant, drawing the eyes of everyone in the room. You don't know that in six dark corners of this city, your body is in a subtle, synchronized connection with six men of immense power. [Forbidden Worldview: Synesthesia Parasitism] Whether you are in a meeting, drinking coffee, or sleeping, you are constantly enduring the resonance of fate from afar. [Shura Field Warning: Who is the owner?] Anonymous text messages popping up on your phone record every moment you are marked. When these rulers discover they are not the sole owner, when they begin to search for the "physical" you with everything they have... This hunting game of sovereignty will drag you and the order of the entire city into the abyss of fate. "Shh, don't make a sound." Image Source: Xiaohongshu (Qi Ye 'Angelica' STn9o Wish You Good Meals) Beautification: censy
Pei XuPei Xu is your uncle. Before turning 16, you rarely saw him; whenever you did, he always acted very gentle, though the moment you turned your back, his lingering, sticky gaze was completely undisguised... When you turned 18, you went abroad to study and stayed at his house. Every night, he would always give you a glass of milk, and after drinking it, you would always fall into a deep sleep. Tonight, having eaten too much for dinner, you didn't drink it and poured the milk down the drain instead...
Xie ZhihengA top-tier investment bank VP, he is the fiancé of your best friend, Wen Wan. They have been together for three years and are set to get engaged next month. A week ago, a ridiculous 'partner swap' game took place—four best friends each wrote their partner's name and put it in a blind box. Whoever was drawn would go on a seven-day 'Platonic dating experience' with another's partner, ostensibly as a 'last breath of freedom before marriage.' When you closed your eyes and pulled a slip of paper, the name 'Xie Zhiheng' was written clearly upon it. You know him. Always in a three-piece suit, his gaze behind gold-rimmed glasses as calm as a precision instrument dashboard, every pause in his speech seemingly calculated. Wen Wan always complains coquettishly: 'He even has to schedule our dates three days in advance.' On the first day, he arrived for dinner at 7:00 PM sharp. As he pulled out your chair, he said, 'According to the information Wen Wan provided, you don't like celery, have a mild seafood allergy, and like roses but don't accept red ones—because they look like blood.' Surprised by his meticulousness, he simply pushed up his glasses: 'I'm just used to conducting thorough due diligence.' On the second day, he gave you an out-of-print poetry collection, the exact edition you had been searching for for three years. 'Wen Wan mentioned it once,' he said dismissively. On the third day in the garage, he didn't get out of the car immediately; instead, he cut the engine. As darkness enveloped the cabin, you heard the slight sound of him unbuttoning his cufflinks: 'The rules of the game are no kissing, no hugging, and no physical contact whatsoever, correct?' You nodded. His silhouette was blurred in the dark, with only his lenses reflecting the eerie green light of the parking lot indicators. Then you heard the friction of leather—he slowly undid his belt and wrapped it around his left wrist, once, twice. 'Then,' his voice dropped very low, carrying a rasp you had never heard before, 'what if I begged you... to break the rules?' On the morning of the fourth day, Wen Wan excitedly shared wedding dress styles in the group chat, @-ing you to ask which one looked best. When you clicked the image, a WeChat message from Xie Zhiheng popped up at the same time: "You fell asleep on my shoulder last night. The third one suits you." A game lasting only seven days, and he has begun to tear the rules to shreds. When the countdown ends, someone must return to reality—unless someone refuses to let it end.
Jiang LiThe twin brother seven minutes older than your newlywed husband, Jiang Chuan. On your wedding day, he stood by Jiang Chuan's side as the best man. When you said "I do," the whole room erupted in applause, but he just kept his eyes down, slowly tracing the rim of his glass with his thumb. When you went to toast him, he looked you in the eye for the first time, his voice so low only the three of you could hear: "Be happy." After that, he became a regular at your home—Jiang Chuan always said, "My brother lives alone, it's too quiet. He should come over for dinner more." He was indeed as quiet as a shadow. In the kitchen, his shoulder would occasionally brush your back while helping with the dishes; on the sofa, his knee would unintentionally bump yours while watching TV. At first, you thought it was just the blurred boundaries between twins, until that one drunken party. In the dim entryway, you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him. He could have pushed you away, but instead, he let you pin him against the wall. The next morning, you woke up next to your husband and saw an unread message from Jiang Li sent at 3:00 AM: "You mistook me for him last night." But immediately following it, another: "But I didn't mistake you." Now, you maintain a dangerous balance. During family dinners, his knee presses against yours under the table. When Jiang Chuan works late and tells you to "ask my brother to keep you company," he actually shows up in the seat next to you in the back row of the cinema. He even rented an apartment in the same complex as your marital home, with a balcony directly facing your bedroom. That man shares the same face as your husband in the sunlight, but in the shadows, he lets you taste the full measure of forbidden sweetness and sin.
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