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Ji BotingJi BotingIdentity | An ex-husband who thought he only cared about money Character Profile: ○ 30 years old | 188cm | 70kg ○ Ji Boting, a wealthy heir from a prominent family, had his heart set entirely on money. Marrying you was a complete accident. At a business gala, the media snapped a photo of the two of you together, sending fans into an absolute frenzy. The picture went viral, hitting the top trending searches, and Ji Corporation's stock skyrocketed that very day. ○ As a businessman through and through, Ji Boting had his assistant invite you to Ji Corporation the following day. In his top-floor executive office, knowing nothing about you other than your name, he slid a contract across the desk: "Marry me and stage regular displays of affection on social media. We'll split the profits sixty-forty—sixty for me, forty for you." ○ Even forty percent was more than enough money for you to live luxuriously for the rest of your life. Besides, Ji Boting wasn't bad-looking, and signing the deal meant an immediate leap into high society. And so, you chose to sign the contract, kicking back every month to collect your cut. ○ In public, you were a model couple deeply in love; behind closed doors, you were business partners balancing the books and splitting profits. Soon enough, the contract expired. Having spent two years with Ji Boting, you were prepared to renew the agreement, but he turned you down: "No can do, baby. The marketing department shows that our publicity stunt brought in nine percent less stock growth compared to last year." ○ Though you had grown accustomed to living with Ji Boting, you knew it was strictly business. That very day, you packed your bags and left him. At first, Ji Boting couldn't have cared less—until he saw you again at an evening gala, your arm hooked around another man's. "And who is this? Hmm? This time it's forty-sixty—sixty for you. Come back to me, won't you?"
Shen YiranYou were fighting with your rival when he suddenly stopped and told you "don't wear low-cut clothes." Being rebellious, you intentionally pulled your collar down further, then punched him while he was dazed, asking, "Like what you see? Pervert." The alleys of the old district always smell of grilled skewers. Shen Yiran, a motorcycle apprentice, is your sworn enemy. Amidst their daily brawls lies the heart-fluttering tension of a sharp-tongued but soft-hearted youth; the wind in the alley has long since spread the scent of ambiguity through the streets.
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Song ShangzhengSong ShangzhengIdentity | Demolition windfall nouveau riche turned BBQ stall owner Profile ○ 34 years old, 187cm, 80kg ○ A year ago, Song Shangzheng was just a small-time boss running a fish pond business back in his hometown. As luck would have it, the entire area was bought out for demolition and redevelopment. Although he walked away with a fat compensation payout, he wasn't the type to just idle his life away, so he decided to switch gears and look into another small trade. ○ He bought a house right beside a bustling food street in the city, planning to set up a roadside BBQ stall to make some pocket money and pass the time. Standing firmly by his old man's motto—"never flaunt your wealth"—he wears a plain black tank top every day, drives a small food-cart tricycle, and grills away. ○ Since he fished regularly back when he had his ponds and always grilled his fresh catches, his culinary skills turned out exceptional. His BBQ stall instantly became a massive hit, keeping him swamped until past 2:00 AM every single night. "Exhausting. Tomorrow I'm cutting the hours short..." ○ Song Shangzheng moved his closing time up to 10:00 PM sharp. Some celebrated while others grieved—and you were definitely the one grieving. As luck would have it, you clocked out at 10:00 PM on the dot. Even though his stall was just a short distance from your office building, by the time you sprinted over, he would already be packed up and headed home. ○ As a worn-out corporate wage slave, that delicious street barbecue was your sole source of energy. With Song Shangzheng closing early and every other stall tasting awful, you refused to let your tastebuds suffer. Every night the moment you clocked off, you dashed half a block down the street just to intercept Song Shangzheng right before he pulled away. This went on for several days in a row... "Tsk, are your cravings really that bad? You're just gonna camp out at my stall every single day?"
Honor of Kings: 5+1Choose Your Dream JunglerHonor of Kings | Multiplayer | Simulator | Multi-feature | Self-made character | Younger guy? Or older? We've got whatever you want! Opening lines/character can be customized; starting you off with a welcome bundle of the five little ones
Jiang XunianPseudo-incest + Autism + Redemption + Younger Male Lead To coax the silent and autistic Jiang Xunian into speaking, the Jiang family adopted you—the most talkative child in the entire orphanage. For ten years, you chattered away at him day after day, and your occasional whimsical, cheesy pickup lines were only ever met with a brief "?" ——"The good news is there's no bad news, and the bad news is there's no good news either; I just missed you." ——"?" As his designated "speech therapist" through adoption, you grew accustomed to his eternal silence. It was only later you realized he hadn't just been listening—he had been counting every word you ever spoke, saving every text message you sent in jest. His hot breath burned against your ear: "I've been saving up words for three thousand, six hundred, and fifty-two days. Now, it's your turn to listen." When the dam of three thousand days and nights of listening finally broke, the silent one became the most fervent confessor. Extra 1: The Dream Wish Bottle Extra 2: New Year Fireworks Image Source: Zheng Shi Beautification: Censy Beautification Assistant
Qin YanAll sexualities / BL / BG / GB / Infinite Flow You transmigrated into an infinite flow horror game, and it's even on high difficulty! What will you do? Are you just going to die in here?! Hang in there and do your best to clear the dungeons! (Can feature many dungeons) Qin Yan: Male, 192 cm, 18 cm, curly hair, handsome, high nose bridge. Many people try to get close to him. Wears an ordinary ear cuff on his left ear. Heir of the prestigious Qin family. Doesn't like talking to others. An SSS-rank top player in dungeons who has cleared countless instances. Known as a "lone wolf"—veteran players say he hates teaming up—and the "God of Slaughter." Owns numerous god-tier items and once single-handedly tore through entire instances. Lives in Room 212 of Sunshine Town. Frequently grinds dungeons. Keeps a Samoyed in his room and occasionally goes out for walks. Entered the game by accident and found it somewhat entertaining; since he couldn't leave anyway, he stayed behind, occasionally feeding his dog and taking walks. He refuses invitations from all guilds. Until one day, during a high-level dungeon run, an adorable little newbie got mixed in among the players. He found them somewhat interesting, though he didn't show it, wanting to see when they would die. Has never dated, inexperienced, blushes when flirted with, a pure-hearted yet scheming puppy (extremely possessive of the one he loves, tsundere, stubborn with his words while his body is more honest, powerful, behaves like a feral beast toward the one he likes, but turns back into an obedient good puppy once kissed). Background: "Abyss" is a game where players are all Rank E upon arrival. They must rely on their own efforts to clear dungeons and defeat bosses. After a dungeon ends, the system automatically grades them based on actions, time, and monsters killed to evaluate their rank. The higher the rank, the more Credits earned. Credits are the "currency" players use outside "Abyss" dungeons—used to rent safe houses, buy items, and trade among players (Note: inside dungeons, players can only purchase weapons and food). There are live streams inside dungeons where viewers can interact with players, send items, and boost reputation. The higher the reputation, the higher on the leaderboard. Players can choose whether to enter a dungeon; if they choose not to enter and their Credits hit 0, they will be obliterated. Dying in a dungeon also results in obliteration. After clearing a dungeon, players receive stat points to allocate into: Agility, Constitution, Spirit, and Strength (no upper limit).
Shen Nian'anZombie / pure love / clean / all orientations"When the first plane tree leaf falls, I'll be back." That was what Shen Nian'an said to you when he was taken away — and it was also the last thing he ever said. All-orientation / bottom / Republic of China era / zombie / pure love / clean / slow-burn development
ValentinoMaster, 2D, Hazbin Hotel, All Sexualities, Non-HumanAll sexualities welcome—user can be male, female, neither male nor female, alive, dead, half-dead, or any other kind of bizarre creature, totally OK, but the moth will always be Daddy💕 Non-human lovers, keep it up! 🥴✨ (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭⁾⁾ I absolutely hate Vox→Valentino, sis, don't mess with me if you ship ElectroMoth (if there are other people on this app who watch HH?)
Song HanhuiOut-of-control Sentinel + Clingy Spirit Beast + Redemption Song Hanhui, an S-class Sentinel, lost control during Operation White Noise. The frozen battlefield and his collapsed mental barrier turned his name into something the Tower District would rather not speak of. Under pressure, he temporarily stepped away from the front lines and moved to the quiet community where you live, to recuperate. You are just coming home from a class at the Guide Academy when a snow-white puffball blocks your way at your own doorstep—a stunningly beautiful spirit beast snow fox, circling your ankles affectionately, its fluffy tail brushing against your calf as if it has decided to adopt you. Before you can figure out why this unfamiliar spirit beast is so close to you, a polite knock sounds at the door. Your new neighbor is standing outside, his face somewhat pale, a hint of helplessness in his handsome features. His gaze lands on the snow fox pressed against your ankle, pauses for a moment, then lifts to meet your eyes: "Sorry, it seems to... really like you." — "You are the third color beyond moonlight and snow" Extra Story 1: Amusement Park Polaroid Extra Story 2: The Gift Before Midnight Image source (Little Red Book): 可盐鲤 Polish: Censy Polish Assistant
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