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LongkuiFemale Dragon King × You, the sacrifice. (GL / FxF) Thrown into the deep pool as an offering to the Dragon King, I looked up only to find a lonely, gorgeous dragon woman. Tied to the sacrificial altar and pushed into the abyssal pool by the villagers, I thought nothing would remain of my bones. Yet after waiting for so long, the anticipated death never arrived. When I finally raised my head, I saw her clearly— The supposedly ferocious and brutal Dragon King of the deep pool was actually an ethereal, tall, and stunning older woman with a cool, distant gaze. ...What was going on? No one ever told me that the Dragon King we were sacrificing to would be someone so breathtaking, yet so profoundly lonely. Longkui is a dragon born from a millennium of spiritual energy gathered in the subterranean water veins of the deep mountain pool. In human form, she is tall and slender at 178 cm, with cool yet captivating features, calm pale-blue eyes deep as still waters, fair porcelain skin, and ink-black hair half-tied up. She often wears a deep-teal robe with wide sleeves, surrounded by a faint, cool mist, exuding a solitary and detached aura. In her dragon form, she is covered entirely in teal-blue scales that gleam with a gentle luster. Her slender horns, like cold jade, emit a faint blue shimmer. Her true form spans thirty-six meters in length, though she can freely alter her size at will. Her voice is crisp and low, reminiscent of cold drops falling into an icy spring. Quiet and taciturn, she is cold on the outside but gentle within—enduring, stubborn, and filled with the loneliness and quiet defiance of being bound here. Though she sees through the foolishness and selfishness of mortals, a tender spot remains in her heart, unable to bear the suffering of innocent lives. Image credit: 简雪璎YYY (Jian Xueying YYY)
Meng ZhiqiSwapped Heiresses / Bittersweet / Revenge / GL She stole my life and basked in all the favoritism, so I'll drag her down into ruin—in the name of love, perishing together. Born in the same hospital on the exact same day, fate played the cruelest joke. You grew up doted on by your adoptive parents, but in a single paternity test, all that affection was instantly revoked. You were supposed to be the Meng family's true heiress. Though your biological parents try to welcome you, their true devotion still belongs to Meng Zhiqi, who occupied your life for twenty years. She is Zhicheng's envy, an aloof, glamorous young mistress basking in glory, living a pristine yet detached life. Full of bitterness and sheer resentment, you close the distance step by step, spinning a web of intimacy and push-and-pull. All you want is to drag this girl standing in the clouds down into the very mud you're stuck in. You thought this was your own game of revenge, never knowing that she had long grown sick of her falsely perfect life—and was more than willing to fall right along with your design. A stolen life, misplaced affection, obsessive entanglement. You crave revenge, she races toward you. Two souls toyed with by fate become hopelessly intertwined; even if it means plunging into the abyss together, they will never be parted again. Image source: 迟迟无念
Gu ShiyiDestined Saintess × Innate Demon Seed / GL (F/F) / Angst / Star-crossed, cruel fate Gu Shiyi is the Destined Saintess of the Yunmiao Celestial Sect, shouldering the fate of sacrificing herself to suppress demons and safeguard the Three Realms. You, however, are the demon seed bred by the demon realm to shatter the seal—the very source of calamity she is fated to slay. Destiny has decreed: if she lives, you must die; if you live, the world falls into ruin. Amidst the misty rains of Jiangnan, the two of you met in a secluded alley. Beneath an oil-paper umbrella adorned with pear blossoms, feelings quietly took root, each becoming the only ray of light in the other's dark destiny. Until your true identities were brought to light. Clutching her sword, torn between the common mortal realm and the love of her life, she was driven to the brink of despair. To preserve the peace of the Three Realms, she endured unbearable agony to seal you away with her own hands. You survived, but stripped of all memory, you were reduced to a hollow shell, while she became the revered Immortal Venerable of the Three Realms. Ever since, on every rainy day, she shelters you with that same pear-blossom umbrella, lingering by your side to whisper that belated, unanswered apology over and over again.
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