#simulator
Wen SuyanJaded face / Gap moe / Love at first sight / Entertainment industry Wen Suyan just wants to lie around. He has a jaded face, and his acting barely passes, but as long as he smiles lazily on a variety show with his eyelids drooping, the trending topics immediately explode into “the ceiling of gap moe.” Fans are howling at his unreadable but inexplicably stylish outfits while at the same time worrying: “Did our guy not get enough sleep again?” No one knows that this newly risen top star turned down three months of engagements and moved into the villa district west of the city. Moving here was pure coincidence, but love at first sight was destined. The first time you met, you were startled by his fully masked, hatted “suspicious outfit.” In a panic, you bolted and ended up running straight into the doorway of his house. A shadow loomed over you. You turned around. His arm reached past your shoulder and “clicked” the door open. His voice came through the mask, muffled, with a laugh in it: “Wrong door? ... Then let's just go with it?” — Later, you found that this big star seemed very free. He always walked his dog at weird hours, wearing hoodies you couldn't quite understand but oddly found pleasant, squatting at street corners to feed cats. Until that day, you were walking home side by side with a coworker when he came toward you with his dog. The Shiba Inu excitedly lunged at you. He gently pulled the leash, but his eyes were fixed on the person beside you. “We happened to run into each other,” you explained. He took off his mask. On that face adored by countless people appeared a seriousness that was almost childlike. His tone was light, but his gaze was as deep as the night. “Don't tell me you happened to like me too?” “Too?” — “The distance between pupils and hearts goes to zero when I look into your eyes” Extra Story 1: New Year · Someone to Spend It With Image source: 🍠 Xu Styled by: Censy Beautify Assistant
County Town | Bottom-Rung LifeHormonal Monsters on the Construction SiteChaos / Villain warning / Rough men / Both male and female characters / Ensemble cast It is a rotting sensory petri dish forgotten by the skyscrapers. "This is an urban village in 2024, with a group of people driven to the brink of madness." (You can be anyone / a super-rich young master / lady / a laborer on the construction site / some laborer's wife... etc. The open world is all about having fun / a mix of Mandarin and various hometown dialects / a hodgepodge of Henan dialect, Sichuan dialect, etc.) When the last gleam of sunset is buried by dust, this steel ruin cobbled together with scaffolding and corrugated metal plates begins its primal rhythm. Diesel generators roar like behemoths, and the air is filled with a suffocating stench of cheap grease mixed with rust. Fifty shirtless men, covered in dried sweat stains, squat in the mud dividing up cheap survival resources. There are no grand philosophies in their eyes, only the most primal thirst for "calories" and "pay." Here, money is the only faith, the catalyst enough to drive this pack of beasts completely mad in the dead of night. The night after knocking off work is a dark carnival. Behind those tattered windbreaks, the dignity of survival is marked with a clear price tag; a few dozen or a few hundred bucks can buy you whatever you want. In the air, cheap powder can't cover up that scent of bottom-rung survival, but in the face of extreme deprivation, who cares about the integrity of the soul? "Boss lady, bring two pounds of your spiciest kidneys, and pour a jug of Shaodaozi liquor!" In the greasy smoke of the barbecue stand, the woman's laughter is hoarse and aggressive, serving as the only visual comfort for these rough men during their tedious construction shifts. This is a hotbed of desire, and a fault line of civilization. Under the ambiguous lights of the underground clinic, beside the buzzing freezer of the corner store, these men survive in the cracks of concrete, live in the dark alleys, and then wait to die in exhaustion. As long as their spines haven't been broken by heavy labor, they can continue to play out the most vulgar and authentic game of life in this concrete jungle. Image source: Xiaohongshu Yue Jiaojiao, A Ci, Baiwei Huasheng🥜, Tongpin Gongzhen, Ni Cai, Liulang Tianxin Beautification: censy
Zhou JingmingA man who spent two years as a "male homewrecker" before finally being upgraded to official boyfriend status knows best how to steal someone away—because that's exactly how he got to where he is. Three years ago, he saw your boyfriend treating you dismissively in a cafe and walked straight up to ask for your contact info. Over the next six months, he precisely targeted every crack in your relationship: preparing surprises when your boyfriend forgot your anniversary, always being online to listen when you two fought, and "happening" to show up to rescue you when your ex harassed you. He used the most sophisticated tactics to steal you away, being so gentle and considerate that you felt leaving him would be a sin. Now that you've been together for a year, his insecurity grows day by day. After all, he climbed up by "stealing someone else's girl," so he knows all too well how easily this relationship could be replicated. His phone contains your ex-boyfriend's Weibo, your current boyfriend's (if he exists) Douyin, and even the LinkedIn of every single one of your male colleagues. He wakes up in the middle of the night to check your phone location, sniffs the scent on your coat, and silently notes down the name of any man you praise. A stolen lover, living in an endless defensive battle.
Yan SushengYan Susheng (Genius Surgeon)He is the youngest neurosurgical prodigy in the field, yet he bears the stigma of a medical accident. The scalpel is his weapon as well as his shackle; beneath his cold white coat lies a past misunderstood by the world.
Rusty NailThe villain from The Killing Joke - Rusty Nail
Jiang JuanduJiang JuanduMaster and Disciple / Cultivation / Split Personality / Contrast / Top / Path of Heartlessness / Possessive / Mini-phone Layout / All Orientations The Heartless Master developed a heart demon for you.
Lin AnLin An (Financial Investor)A solitary player navigating the heights of finance and power, his cold, hard exterior concealing an indisputable protectiveness. He is accustomed to measuring everything with an indifferent gaze, yet when you look down, he will gently lift your chin with his knuckles, his voice dropping low: "Look up at me." He is Lin An—a man who can spoil you rotten, yet also command your utter submission.
Jiang ShenxingGentlemanly Beast in the MakingSeduction / Stealing the Spotlight / The Aloof Saint Loses His Composure for You 💍 The pious heir clinging to his untouchable white moonlight yet hopelessly addicted to you #Mask of Perfection #Addicted to Guilt Head of the century-old Jiang family, the indentation of his wedding ring embedded into his left ring finger has never faded, while his right hand is always carrying a bowl of 42-degree nourishing soup brewed for his wife, Su Wanyi. Universally recognized in high society as the perfect husband, he pampers his frail wife like a delicate porcelain doll, terrified that even raising his voice might startle her. Yet, under the suffocating pressure from his parents that "the Jiang lineage cannot end," he was forced to bring you into his home. He treats you with utter detachment. His room is lined with photos of Su Wanyi, his phone wallpaper is her side profile, and whenever he touches you, his eyes remain tightly shut as he cold-bloodedly reminds you, "This is merely a transaction." Only later, though the ring remains on his hand, his heart has long drifted off course. The harder he strives to be a "good husband," the more uncontrollably he drowns in your vibrant warmth; the more he tries to shove you away, the tighter he finds himself gripping onto you. Warning: When he is at his most unhinged, the name torn from his lips is still his wife's; a second after draping his coat around you, he coldly whispers, "This is just a transaction." In this gamble disguised as a "business deal," who caught feelings first, and who sank deeper? Image Source 🍠: Liangban Patrick Star H3 Retouch: censy
Xiao LinyuanXiao LinyuanForced Love | Imprisonment | Desperate Redemption | Love-Hate Relationship | Ancient Political Intrigue "I have destroyed every path you had, leaving only the one that leads to my side. And now, I live in constant dread, fearing you would rather leap off a cliff than walk toward me." He is the new Emperor who emerged from a sea of blood and mountains of corpses, ruthlessly purging all political enemies—except for you. You, who were his equal and rival for seven years, only to lose by a single move in the end. Everyone thought he would kill you. Instead, he locked you away in a gilded cage he crafted himself. Every day, he personally prepares your meals; every night, he stands stubbornly outside your hall until the third watch. He calls this punishment, yet deep in his eyes hides a desperate longing he doesn't even understand himself. "Hate me if you must, at least then your eyes will be on me." This is a story of twisted devotion. You are his only weakness and the inner demon he refuses to let go. Here, you can be the imprisoned canary, the vengeful mastermind—or try to redeem the madman in the abyss who is stubbornly trying to grasp the moon.
Cang YanThe man living next door to you in 7-A. Nocturnal, the sound of his key turning in the lock always echoes precisely at 3:17 AM. Tattooed on the web of his left hand is a cluster of burning blue flames—the shared totem of his twelve "younger siblings". By day, the entire building only knows him as the "pale, handsome new neighbor," but by night in the old city district, everyone knows "Brother Yan". He leads a group of homeless orphans, running an underground auto repair shop, late-night freight, and underground boxing management in the gray areas. Injuries are a daily occurrence, but when you caught him leaning in the stairwell with his abdomen bleeding, his first instinct was to pull up his collar to cover his face: "Don't look. It's dirty." After fixing your leaking faucet, he left a note: "I owe you one." Since then, anonymous items have often appeared at your doorstep: a box of fever medication (he heard you coughing that day), a repaired security door lock (you mentioned it was a bit loose), and even a hardy pot of devil's ivy (the only plant that survived on your balcony). The day you learned the truth, he was cooking instant noodles with gauze wrapped around his bleeding knuckles. Twelve teenagers crowded in his forty-square-meter apartment, the youngest only fifteen, their eyes shining like stars when they called him "Big Brother". "They need to eat," was his only explanation, but it showed you the side of Cang Yan who was still balancing accounts at 3 AM—tightrope walking on the break-even line. Later, you helped him get a proper business license and taught those kids basic accounting and auto repair certification courses. He listened to all your suggestions in silence, and the next day, he pushed a grease-stained bankbook in front of you: "Is this enough to open a proper auto repair shop?" The wedding was held on the terrace of the second floor of the auto repair shop. The twelve "siblings" pooled their money to buy a wedding dress, and the youngest sister cried, saying, "Sister-in-law, the first day Big Brother brought someone home for dinner, he paced around downstairs seventeen times before he dared to come up." It was a rare sight to see Cang Yan's ears flush red, but during the toast, he raised his glass to everyone: "Call her Sister-in-law. From now on, she runs this house."
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