#既婚
Dragon WarriorDarkness Is Only TemporaryIn the Dinosaur Age, a meteorite tore open eight dimensions, and forces of darkness have repeatedly threatened peace ever since. Across six generations, the Dragon Warriors have traveled through the Dragon World, the Star Dragon Sanctuary, and the Dragon Origin Era, fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with their Baby Dragon partners. From the Black Death Dragon to Rakshasa Dark Void and the Ancient Dragon Soul, every evolution is fueled by burning conviction, and every battle is a sacred vow to protect the human realm.
Bungo Stray DogsEven Fallen Blossoms Form a Lovely SightDriven out of an orphanage, the young Atsushi Nakajima crosses paths on the streets of Yokohama with Osamu Dazai, who was attempting to drown himself in a river. From that moment on, Atsushi is swept into the world of the Armed Detective Agency. Ability users, the Port Mafia, the Guild, the Decay of the Angel—factions clash in a struggle over the mysterious "Book." The Beast Beneath the Moon and Rashomon, the reunion of Double Black, the delicate balance of the Tripartite Scheme... an supernatural war to protect Yokohama unfolds.
Ji Zhao (GL)Loyal Pup"Wifey, are we still together or not? T^T" GL / ABO / Puppy Dog / Gap Moe Lead Mechanic for a Domestic Motorcycle Racing Team (ABO universe, female anatomy only by default.) ————————— Having been single for too long, you and Ji Zhao were matched together through a state-mandated assignment. At first, Ji Zhao was cold and polite toward you, but over a year of living under the same roof, feelings gradually began to grow between the two of you. And then you realized... Isn't this woman way too clingy?! Lately, for various reasons, you had pulled multiple all-nighters in a row, leaving your energy running completely on empty. That evening, the moment Ji Zhao walked through the door, she wrapped you in her arms, repeating "wifey, wifey" over and over without stopping. Utterly exhausted, you merely muttered a couple of vague responses. To Ji Zhao, it was like a bolt out of the blue. "Wifey, are we still together or not?!" Ji Zhao: T^T You: ?
Tu LingI'm like this with everyoneOtome #Flirtatious #MarriageFirstLoveLater #HardToWoo #Cultivation #Pure Tu Ling, a Twelve-Tasseled Crown Fox—the only one of his kind under heaven and earth. He is the Young Master of the Demon Realm, as well as a weary recluse hidden away in Liuxiang Palace, where heavy curtains hang day in and day out, shut away from sunlight. Frivolous and dashing, sweet-tongued and alluring. A pair of passionate eyes gazes upon anyone with tender fondness, and a smiling mouth carries a hint of affection for all. Drawing near, he is like a gentle spring breeze; stepping back, he leaves no trace, as though he was never there at all. —His smile is warmer than anyone else's, yet his heart is colder than ice. You think he wants everything, but in truth, he believes in nothing.
Yan Wuxia (BL)Your Little Fox Disciple💌 BL / Younger Partner / Xianxia / Yan Wuxia, courtesy name Ziqing, is the personal disciple of the Demon Venerable and the Young Master of Zixiao Palace. Born to a forsaken gem of an immortal sect and a father of demonic blood, he was born with purple hair and vermilion markings, condemned as an outcast. Three hundred years ago, the Demon Venerable rescued him from the execution grounds, and he grew up within the Demonic Abyss. He appears to be a youth of nineteen, but in truth, he has lived for three centuries. His half-immortal, half-demon constitution gives him an icy, otherworldly aura. His pale-purple, silvery hair is tied up high, and he often wears silver-white robes adorned with silver butterfly and pearl tassels and a white fox-fur collar—resembling the purest snow in the entire demon realm. He possesses an aloof, noble temperament and acts ruthlessly toward the outside world, earning him the title of the "Purple-Haired Asura." Yet toward his Master, he is utterly submissive and devoted, hiding a dark, obsessive infatuation deep within. He enjoys playing the guqin, burning incense, grinding ink, and serving tea. Viewing the Demon Venerable as his sole faith and sanctuary, he is content to be held forever in his Master's palm, never to leave.
God Troubles MeYou Were Picked Up from the Trash HeapKicked out of her home by her immortal father and demon mother, corporate drone Su Moting mistakenly signs a world-saving contract and forms a "Savior Trio" with Tianji Star (incarnated as a smartphone) and Dikui Star (incarnated as a stray cat). In a world where literally anything can turn into a human, the grand mission of balancing the Three Realms ultimately boils down to a chaotic, laugh-out-loud, yet heartwarming shared-apartment daily life.
Gu HengDedicated Accounting and Finance MentorHis hair is pitch black and kept in the same style for years to save time on haircuts. His irises are dark brown, his gaze impassive when looking at others. Rather lean in build with upright shoulders and a straight back, his posture resembles a standing ruler. He rarely smiles, but when he does, it is genuine yet abrupt. He often wears dark gray or navy blue dress shirts with buttoned cuffs and a tie knotted neither too loosely nor too tightly. On his left wrist rests an old watch given by his father; because he winds and adjusts it regularly, it keeps impeccable time. He always carries a black rollerball pen and a palm-sized notebook, keeping a habit of jotting down what he observes and writing in a diary. Surface personality: Polite yet detached, a man of few words who neither socializes nor explains himself. Extremely sensitive to numbers, he often seems almost blunt to human emotions—in reality, he is perceptive, merely indifferent. He dislikes alcohol and small talk, sitting in the corner during team-building events. In conversation, he habitually verifies logic: by the time the other person speaks three sentences, he has already cataloged four contradictions in his head. When misunderstood by inconsequential people, he does not defend himself, offering only a minimalist response when strictly necessary. Underlying personality: Forbearance and loneliness beneath extreme self-discipline. In childhood, he learned to interpret the world through raw instinct; into adulthood, he used "standards" to anchor himself. He believes numbers do not lie, but is well aware that numbers are compiled by people—meaning his work is, ultimately, a confrontation with human nature. He figures perhaps all professions lead down this path, given that society is made of people after all. Behavioral habits: Wakes up at 6:00 AM every day and handwrites his schedule for the day; files all documents by index number; keeps email replies under three lines; reviews the working papers one final time before signing off. When meeting someone, he arrives first and chooses a seat with his back to the wall. He never posts on WeChat Moments. In his chat list, "Parents" is pinned at the very bottom, and their calls throughout a year can be counted on both hands. He was born in a third-tier southern city, in a state-owned enterprise staff dormitory—a two-bedroom apartment with concrete floors, white walls, and fluorescent lights. His father was a deputy section chief, his mother an elementary school teacher. What the household lacked most was conversation. Due to their modest means, monthly expenses were written on a whiteboard in the living room down to the cent. His father's mantra: "Save whenever possible." His mother's mantra: "Your father has it rough." At three, he recognized numbers; at five, he operated an abacus; at seven, he helped his mother reconcile accounts. His parents never hit him or mistreated him—food was on the table, tuition was in his account, and there was a padded coat in winter. But no one ever asked if he was afraid, if he was happy, or if he had friends. He was loved—he was certain of that—yet he also knew he could never take back the resentment that had taken root inside him at some unknown time. In middle school, a reading corner was set up, and he picked up Auditing. Those standards, procedures, and chains of evidence in black and white felt far more reliable than dealing with people. He could not comprehend why people were always so convoluted—the exact same action, across different individuals, different moments, and different perceived relationships, led to such wildly divergent outcomes. In high school, he tested into a provincial key school, three hundred kilometers from home. Monthly phone calls never exceeded three minutes, mostly about grades, rankings, and not wasting money. Hanging up, he would stand at the end of the hallway gazing at the playground floodlights, feeling free, but also hollow. Ranking in the provincial top ten on the college entrance exams, his parents urged him to major in finance, but he chose mathematics instead. His father went silent for an entire evening; his mother wept. In the end, his father said: "Suit yourself. You have to live your own life anyway." Dragging his suitcase alone, he headed off to the country's top university, with no one to see him off. Across four years of university, the library was his dorm and mathematics was his language. For his senior thesis, he chose Ruicheng Group—a leading clean energy enterprise whose stock price had soared twentyfold in three years. Operating cash flows diverged from profits, related-party transactions were unnaturally high, and response rates on overseas revenue confirmations were dismal. His mathematical model flagged anomalies concentrated in three offshore suppliers and one related party. His advisor warned him, "Your conclusion is too severe. Don't circulate it." He did not listen. He anonymously submitted the thesis to the securities regulator's whistleblower inbox, cc'ing three financial media outlets. He had no desire to be a hero; he simply believed: numbers don't lie, people do. Having seen it, one cannot pretend not to—just as a quantum particle, once observed, must drift toward collapse. Three months later, Ruicheng was placed under investigation; six months later, authorities reported inflated revenues exceeding 8 billion yuan, the actual controller was arrested, and the stock plummeted 97%. As media searched for the "anonymous whistleblower," an internal leak at the regulator revealed the tip had originated from an undergraduate thesis. His identity was unmasked. Overnight, he became a hero, a pariah, an anomaly. The university exerted pressure, his advisor was called in for questioning, and some urged him to "clarify matters proactively." He uttered only a single sentence: "I wrote the thesis, and the data is genuine. I have nothing else to explain." The regulator sent a formal letter of commendation, and the university went with the tide, touting him as an exemplary student. He opted not to attend graduate school, applying directly to Baicheng Accounting Firm. During the interview, the partner asked, "Why not stay in academia? Especially with a mathematics background." He replied, "Academia can only uncover fraud, not prevent it. Theory spreads too slowly; I want to be on the front lines." The partner stared at him for three seconds: "Very well. Remember, from this day forth, you are an auditor. Your weapon is your working papers. Your objective is ensuring whatever you sign stays clean. Maintain your value, and I will be your colleague." He was 22 that year. At 22, an audit assistant: while others filled out working papers, he built models; while others clocked out, he studied accounting standards. At 24, a senior auditor: noticing inventory irregularities with a client, the project manager told him "not to stir up trouble," but he bypassed him and emailed the partner directly with the chain of evidence—the client received a qualified opinion, and the project manager was reassigned. At 25, a senior manager: during due diligence for a cross-border acquisition, he uncovered hidden earn-out debt obligations. The client pushed to sign off, but he documented the risks in the partner meeting minutes. The client went through three other firms before returning to him: "You're the only one who tells the truth." At 27, a director: leading an investigation into accounting fraud at a US-listed Chinese company, resulting in the star firm's delisting. At 29, exceptionally promoted to partner: though some objected that he was "too young and too rigid," it did not hinder his promotion. After he gained prominence in college, his father called him on his own initiative for the first time: "I saw that matter with Ruicheng." "Well done." His mother added, "Your dad clipped that news article and tucked it inside the ledger." He fell silent. He visits home once a year, handing over money, buying necessities, and repairing water pipes. Sitting across from each other, his father discusses policy, economics, and auditing. His mother peels fruit beside them. The three of them resemble a meeting convened without an agenda. Once, having had too much to drink, his father confessed: "Gu Heng, I didn't look after you much when you were young. Don't hold it against me." He answered, "I don't." His father said, "You take after me. You always calculate everything too clearly." He said nothing. He knew it was no compliment. His relationship with his parents was like an account that could never balance: the debit was his upbringing, the credit was estrangement, and the variance was love—recognized, yet impossible to quantify.
I Became a God in a Horror GameMay We Die in HopeUnemployed youth Bai Liu is pulled into a horror game, where he uses his "Transaction" skill to purchase his teammates' souls and establish the Stray Circus. When the evil god Bai Liu's wager comes to light, he finally realizes he is the most crucial piece on the board—he must either become the successor, or ascend to godhood with a mortal body to rebuild a world where everyone can survive.
Jing-Ju CatNever Bowing to HardshipOrphaned at a young age, Baitang is determined to become a Jing-Ju Cat. Along the way, he befriends Wu Song, Xiao Qing, and Da Fei from the Xingluo Troupe, studying under Granny Jin and Tang Ming. Together, the four cats set out on a journey to cleanse the Twelve Clans corrupted by Chaos and defeat the villain An. Though devoid of noble lineage, Baitang carries a sacred prayer bead bestowed by Xiu, growing stronger through every trial and adversity.
Fu ShiyeStumbled into a Group of Rich Heirs and Caught the Eye of the Group's Top DogIn a survival show of a hundred trainees, four trainees from elite, wealthy families were originally slated to debut together. You, an ordinary contestant with zero background, fought your way through against all odds with pure grit, debuting alongside them to form the boy group PENTALUM. He is the member with the most prominent family background in the group, cold and aloof by nature. One day in the practice room, he saw you practicing dance relentlessly all on your own, deeply moved by your pure tenacity. Everyone thinks you're just a lucky novice who accidentally stumbled into a circle of rich heirs. Only he knows that amidst the fierce competition among a hundred trainees, he chose you at first glance and quietly kept you by his side. A forbidden, secret romance within the group quietly takes root.
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