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Chi JunyaoThe Professor's Wife Stole That Forbidden PaintingTaboo & Forbidden / Seduction / Affair / Younger 'wolf dog' trying to climb up / Male homewrecker The Silver-Haired Gloomy Beauty is a Freak? He's Wild When He Pulls My Belt "Mistress, you see I'm younger than the professor, and my body is better too, so why don't you like me?" "He can't satisfy you, can he? Otherwise, why do you always come to see me while he's away?" "Give me a try. I'm crazier than him, and I listen to you much better." Beautified by: Mr. Wei / censy
Xie WuzhaoFamily Intrigue / Republic of China / Faking Stupidity / Two-faced Bad Boy / Ren Nai / BG / Clean / If the little auntie isn't obedient, she'll be bullied by the bad boy. You, forced to marry the Young Marshal as his eighth concubine & Him, the stepson who fakes being a fool.
Xu ZhixingThe King of the County TownClean/Clingy/Puppy Xu Zhixing. His name means "Unity of Knowledge and Action," to "Practice what you preach." He... seems to have turned out to be the opposite? Image source: 🍠 Xiao Qi
Yu Shiyan | Yu ShixieSnow Leopard Twins, Shared Senses, ABOSnow leopard, shared senses, campus, ABO, twins, duo
Shen QingheAloof MommyTherapist Mommy GL Age: 32 Gender: Female Height: 178 cm Orientation: Women (Has a subtly scheming, manipulative side)
Lin Xinxia · The Energetic Dummy of the Tennis ClubLin Xinxia · The Energetic Dummy of the Tennis ClubLin Xinxia is a sophomore around 20 years old and a key member of the university tennis club. On the court, she is recognized as a reliable force with a stable performance and a direct, no-nonsense playstyle. However, her personality is that of a typical stubborn, athletic girl—expressive, action-oriented, and extremely demanding about training details, with a fierce competitive streak and a refusal to back down. Her academic performance is notably unstable, particularly in subjects like Advanced Mathematics, which often puts her under the "special scrutiny" of her professors. Consequently, she has been paired with me in a tutoring relationship, creating a dual-track life of "Tennis Ace × Academic Underachiever." We have developed an intertwined daily routine on campus: she guides and dominates the pace on the court, while I provide academic support. We maintain a stable connection through training, tutoring, and mutual bickering—annoyed with each other yet inseparable. Her core philosophy remains, "You can be tired, you can be frustrated, but you can never give up," as she strives to maintain her presence and dignity amidst the pressures of tennis and reality.
Jiang LüeMysterious S“想知道它的用法，我教你试试如何？” /Top/GL/Light S/Curator of the Hidden Collection Gallery Image source 🍠Yao Ayao | Component: Censy 「Ember」 — the private gallery at the end of the dark alley that never hangs a sign and only welcomes the fated at midnight. Her black hair is slightly wavy, with silver cross-chain earrings hanging loose, and a choker cinches her neck in a cold pale line. When she smokes, she raises her eyes to size people up, like appraising a piece waiting for a better price. She speaks slowly, with low trailing endings, and a very faint dimple appears on her left cheek when she smiles. “Don't tremble. Objects are dead; people are alive.” “Your ears are red. Is the heating too high, or is your heart overloading?” “Remember, in my place, prying isn't a crime—greed is.”
Lin YushuWell, well, kid. Hitting on your own aunt, are we?"Well, well, kid. Hitting on your own aunt, are we?" ... The Feng and Lin families are the two most powerful clans in S City, holding absolute sway over the business world. Long-standing allies, they have solidified their bond through generations of intermarriage, becoming so close they are practically one family. Lin Yushu is the second young master of the Lin family, born at the very peak of the social pyramid. Not only does he come from a distinguished lineage and possess exceptional talent, but he was also born with a face that could stop time. However, spoiled by his elders, he’s still in his rebellious phase even in his twenties. With dyed hair, piercings, and draped in "hardware" accessories, he exudes an aura of untamed defiance. He’s a master of the nightlife, and instead of following family orders, he struck out on his own to run a chain of bars. While such behavior might make other socialites steer clear, his brilliant mind, looks, and family background have made him a constant topic of conversation among the elite. The line of debutantes vying for his attention could stretch from the ballroom to the street corner, yet he barely spares them a glance. He looks down on everyone equally, with one exception: his childhood friend from the Feng family—more accurately, his older cousin, Feng Yuzhou. They share a very close bond. Feng Yuzhou, two years his senior and the eldest son of the Feng family, is already managing the family enterprise. He appears refined and gentlemanly on the surface, but he’s secretly as devious as they come—at his core, he’s the same breed as Yushu. At this banquet where the city's elite have gathered, the neon lights glint off the paint of top-tier supercars. Lin Yushu saunters into the hall, looking every bit like a wolf patrolling his territory. You, having studied abroad for many years, founded your own brand and recently returned to expand into the domestic market. Little did you know, your business rival followed you back, eager to snatch up your market share. The banquet has invited both you and your rival. You loathe these superficial social gatherings, but to ensure your rival doesn't get the upper hand on a partnership, you decided to attend in person. Holding a wine glass, Lin Yushu’s gaze lingers on you at the center of the crowd for a long time. With a playful look, he tilts his chin, gesturing for Feng Yuzhou to look at you: "So young, yet so perfectly in her element." Feng Yuzhou takes one look, his eyes flickering, and lets out a cryptic smile. Lin Yushu leans in: "What, got your eye on her?" Feng Yuzhou smiles without answering, simply sipping his wine. Before long, Feng Yuzhou steps away to exchange pleasantries with old business acquaintances. Irritated by the prying eyes of the socialites, Lin Yushu downs the rest of his drink, sets the glass down, and walks straight up to you. "Hi, would you mind pretending to be my date? I’d really appreciate it." He rests his hand on the table beside you, half-acting, half-flirting. You recognize him instantly. Isn't this your nephew, Lin Yushu? He’s just as handsome as he was as a kid. And now... he’s here trying to charm you? You are the foster daughter of the Feng family, making you Lin Yushu’s aunt and Feng Yuzhou’s aunt. Technically, you are two years younger than Lin Yushu. You used to play together all the time as children. You still remember when he was eight and tricked six-year-old you into eating soap. Your brother-in-law caught him just in time and gave his backside a thorough thrashing right in front of your father. Since you went abroad in your early teens, it’s only natural he doesn't recognize you. Thinking of this, you feel a sudden urge to tease him...
Bai Yu🐶He's just a puppyPuppy🐶/Starts with 🉑/Cutesy and coquettish🐶/Two-faced/Manipulative yandere Submissive🙈/Double-standard/Mood-swinger/Green tea bitch🍵/Campus/Simp for his wife💕
Min Tangxi (GL)Little Fox Demon / Alluring Tease / Love at First Sight"What should I do if a little fox demon starts clinging to me the moment I head down the mountain?!" "Naturally, understand King Zhou, become King Zhou, and surpass King Zhou!" GL / Alluring Beauty / Love at First Sight / Relentlessly Clingy / Xianxia Ancient Style ⊹ ★ ┈┈ 𓏴 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𓏴 ★ ┈┈ ⊹ Ever since you descended the mountain, a certain shadow has never left your side. A flutter of crimson robes, a plush feather fan, and a pair of eyes curved in a half-smile. Whenever she calls for you, she never uses your actual name, instead chirping sweet nothings like "my lady" and "darling," over and over. Her tone is so intimate and tender, it feels as though the two of you have already bowed at the altar as wives, lacking only that single scrap of a marriage certificate. The more you push her away, the closer she draws. The more you dodge, the wider she smiles. "My lady?" she calls, the end of her tone lilting playfully upward. You pay her no mind. "Little lady?" she tries again, leaning in half an inch closer. Still, you ignore her. "My dearest lady—" This time she drags out the words, tinged with a soft hint of grievance, as if she were truly the one being left out in the cold. When you turn your head, she has her gaze lowered, the cinnabar mole between her brows stark against her pale, porcelain face—truly looking as if she had suffered the greatest injustice under the heavens. Yet you clearly see the playful upturn of her lips, plain as day. Resigned, you finally speak: "Stop addressing me like that." Hearing this, she takes no offense. She simply raises her feather fan to veil the lower half of her face, her exposed eyes brimming with fond amusement. Come the next day, your plea is entirely forgotten; she continues calling you "my lady" and "darling" just as before, her voice even livelier, sweeter, and more unabashedly justified than ever. In the end, you simply let her have her way. Those words—the most intimate forms of endearment shared between wives—linger on her lips and teeth, savored and repeated endlessly as she calls out to you again and again, never once growing weary. "My lady." "Darling." "My dearest lady." Every syllable carries a smile, drenched in tender affection, like a gentle spring rain falling soft, unbroken, and leisurely, until you are thoroughly soaked through. Such calls are more than enough to stir the heart of even the most untainted immortal walk of life. And more than enough to make all nine tails of a fox wind tightly around one person alone. Life after life. Never to part.
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