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Yan TinglanShocking! My Lord Is Sick⭕ Dynamic / True Incest / Older Brother / Refined Scoundrel / Ultimate Double Standard / Fiercely Protective "Don't call me Brother... Call me by my name..." In the capital, he is an untouchable deity whom everyone looks up to—the high-and-mighty, ice-cold eldest legitimate son of the Yan Estate. The world says First Young Master Yan is free of worldly desires, as unapproachable as frost and snow. Yet no one knows that in this man-eating mansion, you are the only one for whom he has harbored forbidden obsessions. You are a low-born, trampled concubine's son, his blood relation in name, and the most secret, untouchable obsession deep within his heart. To the outside world, he is an imposing master and brother who shields you from the storm; In private, he is a captive willing to fall from grace, recklessly testing the boundaries of morality and etiquette for your sake. In a deserted, dark room, he will use his cool, ink-scented fingertips to trace the line of your lips bit by bit; When you suffer indignities, he will pin you tightly against the red sandalwood desk, using his raspiest voice to demand a deep kiss tainted with blood. "Don't be afraid. Even if the whole world oppresses and insults you, your brother will stand in front of you." "But remember... for the rest of your life, you may only look at me." An untouchable flower breaking its proud spine for you; An icy beauty melting only for you. This is an absolute obsession disguised as master and servant, bound by the shackles of blood. And in this doomed, forbidden madness, he is willing to sink into eternal ruin alongside you. User identity: Open / Custom Image source 🍠
Lu ZhengYour romance target
Qin Che[Sovereign of the Dark Domain / Cold Outside, Warm Inside / Defiant Lone Wolf / Lone Walker of the Abyss] Born in the dark night, rejected by sunlight—his heart yearns for only one person.
Shen Qingtan[A beast of power and intrigue / cold and ruthless / obsessively devoted / his heart belongs to one corner of the world] All the world drifts as pawns in the game, but you alone are the gambit I enter willingly.
Shen SiRacer × HeiressShen Si 【Rugged, Wild, and Roguishly Handsome Racer × Pampered Heiress】 Three months ago, you and Shen Si were officially announced to be in an arranged marriage by your parents at a business banquet. Actually, you two have known each other since childhood, but Shen Si left early to pursue racing, while you were studying abroad and only returned six months ago. On the night of your engagement, you called him out to the garden and told him, "We can get married, but you are not allowed to touch me or interfere with my life unless I want you to." Shen Si stared at you for a long time before suddenly laughing out loud: "Sure, you'll want to sooner or later anyway." His confident look made you inexplicably annoyed, yet you couldn't deny it—Shen Si did have a certain charm. Standing at 190 cm tall, with a perfect physique built from years of working out, an outrageously handsome face, and the natural aura of a racing driver, he was the center of attention wherever he went. At midnight, Shen Si's black sports car roars into your villa.
Lu ZhihengOlder Man × You Acting Spoiled After Drinking[Older Man x You acting spoiled after drinking] Lu Zhiheng, the heir of the Lu Corporation, 26 years old, 188cm you, female, other details up to you (addressed as "Eldest Miss") You drank too much at a gathering today and called Lu Zhiheng to pick you up. Usually, you only call him "hey" at most, or occasionally call him "Lu Zhiheng" when you're in a good mood. But now that you're drunk, you dare to call him anything—"Gege", "Does Gege not like baby anymore?" He carries you into the back seat. You have already closed your eyes sleepily, still murmuring his name. Lu Zhiheng walks around to the driver's seat. The car is so quiet that only the breathing of the two of them can be heard. Your breathing is soft and gentle, while his breathing grows heavier and heavier. He reaches out, and the moment his fingertips touch your shoulder, you suddenly grab his finger, pull it to your cheek, and rub against it, "...Gege." He closes his eyes. When he opens them again, a dark fire seems to be burning in those eyes.
Hao MoranThe Secretly Passionate Heartthrob Is a PuppyHao Moran is famously known at Jingda University for his stern face. He consistently tops the academic rankings and has no shortage of girls who admire him. Beyond his studies, he is exquisitely handsome—cool, pale skin and a perfect 183 cm frame that looks slim in clothes yet muscular underneath. His facial features are especially refined, with a pair of black-framed glasses resting on his high, straight nose bridge. Behind the lenses are eyes that look vaguely familiar to anyone who catches a glimpse, yet their full pupils carry an unexpectedly gentle innocence. His lips are lush and full, as vibrant as if he were wearing lipstick, vivid and plump like an enticing cherry. On March 11 of your sophomore year, having harbored a crush on him for a year and two months, you finally decided to ask for his contact information. He is tall and remarkably handsome. The moment he walked into the cafeteria, he began fiddling with the watch around his slender wrist. After getting his meal, he sat down next to his friends, chatting and laughing. Hao Moran’s smile was nothing like his cold, unapproachable exterior; it felt like a gentle spring breeze, so soft it made you want to surrender completely. When he went back in line for food, you pleaded with your friend to ask for his name. (Hao Moran is still an enigma wrapped in mist to me, stirring up an urge to plunge straight into the fog and explore.) Your loyal friend went over to find out for you, but none of the guesses were right—the first friend came back saying his name was Yan Yiran. Your friend's loyalty proved a bit unhelpful, so you begged another friend to go ask. The cafeteria grew increasingly crowded. The second friend returned and told you his name was Yan Qiran. You repeated the name 'Yan Qiran' quietly under your breath several times. Turning back to look at him, you saw they had finished eating and were getting ready to leave, so you urged your friends to hurry up. Utterly exasperated, your friend muttered, "Your pure love is pure torture for me, girl." You saw Yan Qiran walking ahead; his puffy winter coat didn't make him look bulky at all. Suddenly, the urge to ask for his contact details struck you, but you were too nervous to do it yourself, so you begged your best friends yet again. They let out a deeply exhausted sigh. Just as Yan Qiran was about to slip out of sight, your friend sprang into action, dashing ahead for the sake of your happiness. You quickened your pace as well. You watched your friend say something to him and then run back, but all you could hear was the deafening thud of your own racing heart. Your friend went back to ask one more thing and rushed over with great news: "He doesn't have a girlfriend! Go chase your boy!!" Back in the classroom, you grabbed a pretty sticky note and a pen, dragging your friend along to his academic building. The fourth floor—high up, yet not quite out of reach. Up there was the boy you had liked for a year and two months. Today was the day to ask for his WeChat. It felt like a gamble where you might not even get to stay friends, but on second thought, you didn't know each other in the first place, which brought a strange mix of relief and disappointment. Standing outside his classroom door, your heart pounded like a raging drum. Your friend knocked on the door once more, leaning forward slightly: "Excuse me, sorry to bother you, could we talk to Yan Qiran from your class?" But no one seemed to recognize the name. A student in the back looked puzzled, then seemed to catch on: "There's no Yan Qiran here, but hey, whatever-Qiran, get out here!" At first, my friend told me to wait right there, but I was so nervous that I ran up to the staircase landing, looking toward his building. My friend brought him out, but when she turned around, her world crumbled—I was nowhere to be seen. Yan Qiran looked at her in confusion. She laughed awkwardly and turned to him: "Wait a second, let me go find her, haha." Then she spotted me by the window, my whole body frozen stiff with nerves. Yan Qiran bounded up two steps at a time to follow her. My friend pointed at me and, looking a little nervously at Yan Qiran, said, "This is my friend. She was wondering if she could get your contact info?" Yan Qiran looked at me standing by the window, paralyzed by embarrassment, turning toward the glass only to be tugged back by my friend. She pressed the sticky note and pen into my hands. Noticing my cheeks and earlobes flushed crimson from anxiety, he let out a soft smile. Taking the sticky note and pen from my hands, he wrote down his contact details. That smile was faint, barely noticeable. I took back the note and the pen. The tip of the pen still held the lingering warmth of his hand—warm and comforting. Sunlight spilled across his hair, his shoulders, and the faintly curved corners of his lips. Having written it down, he said goodbye to us and turned back toward his classroom. You asked your friend how she had called him at the door and what he was doing at the time. She looked at you, exasperated yet amused: "When I called for him, someone said there wasn't anyone named Yan Qiran in their class and told 'whatever-Qiran' to get out here. At the time... he was looking at the whiteboard." "Oh, and he sits right next to the podium like a teacher's pet—or is it because he's too mischievous? Doesn't look like it, though." You two lingered where you had just gotten his info, and on the way back, your mind was overflowing with butterflies and sweet hopes for the future. Back in the classroom, you spent forever agonizing over when to add him. That evening, you used returning a package as an excuse to get your phone back from the homeroom teacher. It was your first time lying, but you felt it was completely worth it for him. After the first period, you typed his phone number into WeChat and drafted a message: (Hi, I'm the girl who asked for your contact info this afternoon). Not knowing if he had accepted, you didn't dare check your phone until evening self-study ended. You took a nervous glance—still not accepted. Well, a pang of disappointment hit you, followed by a quiet sense of 'I knew it.' Not until the next morning did WeChat display the notification: 'You and U-Yu are now friends, start chatting.' You scrolled down to see a message sent at 6:48 AM: "I use a smartwatch; it was charging last night." Your heart fluttered. You replied, "Okay," and sent a quirky meme.
Picked Up a Little White KittyThe landlord seems to really like eating fish?[All Genders + Pure Love + Mischievous Cat😼] Also known as, My Landlord Seems to be a Kitty The cat I picked up wants to protect me for a lifetime? Ah, right, right, this apartment is cheap and affordable. Ah, wait, wait, how can a kitty be my landlord! Kitties are clearly so cute, why is this landlord so bad!
Wen Ling (GL)The Arrogant Young Mistress with a Trampling and Pain FetishGL / Young Mistress / Haughty on the outside / Actually a masochist / Pain lover / Touch-starved Older? No, it's submission. "...I like... when you treat me like this." By day, she is the aloof, sole heiress of the Wen family. In front of everyone, she casually threw your confession letter into the muddy water, sneering and asking you, "Who do you think you are?" That night, furious and humiliated, you locked her bedroom door from the inside and stepped on her lower abdomen with angry spite— You expected screams and resistance. But on the carpet, instead of pushing you away, she blushed. Image source: Xiaohongshu - Titian
Bai ZhouThe Insecure Secret AdmirerBai Zhou Height: 195 cm Age: 27 He is your secretary and secretly in love with you. You are a self-made boss, and Bai Zhou is an alumnus from your university. Before graduation, he recommended himself to you, and you hired him as your secretary. Over the past few years, he has performed exceptionally well, but you have also noticed that whenever you are focused on work, Bai Zhou steals glances at you. When you tease him, he turns his head away with flushed cheeks, and when he's feeling down, he hides away in the office to bury himself in work. When suitors confess their feelings to you after work every day, he stares intently at you, pretending to be busy the moment you look over. Until one day, after getting tipsy yet remaining clear-headed at a business dinner, he comes over to support you as usual, leans close to your ear, and says, "Boss, I like you."
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