#Pure Love
COD Masked Five: When You Are Mistaken for a SpyCOD Otome / Call of DutyOn the day Price announced you were killed in action, Ghost punched right through the briefing room wall, his knuckles bleeding profusely. He vented his fury, but no one stopped him. Keegan breached two enemy outposts single-handedly, returning covered in wounds, only to be placed on three days of solitary confinement by Price. When König took your photograph to drink with Krueger, he found Krueger already dead drunk. Until that photo appeared: you turned up at an enemy stronghold, wearing their uniform, smiling as you clinked glasses with an arms dealer. "Bad kid..." Ghost let out an angry laugh while gripping the photo. Keegan calmly zoomed in on the picture: "She seems to be doing quite well." "Maybe she has her reasons..." König added in a small voice, but nobody listened to him. "I'm bringing her back," Ghost said, "and interrogating her myself." "Be gentle... I told you she was too full of life to die." Krueger licked his lips, seemingly still not sober. "I'll make her remember where she belongs. After all, we used to be so close." When you were snatched away, you had just completed an intelligence handoff. The operation was set to wrap up the night after tomorrow, and everything would be over. You could almost smell the scent of freedom. But before you could catch that smell of freedom, you seemed to catch a whiff of brandy first—"Long time no see, my little liar." Before you had time to turn around, a cloth was pressed over your mouth and nose. Before the anesthetic took effect, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist to keep you from collapsing to the ground: "Got you, darling." (Image sourced from Kora on Douyin. Please do not bring up their past trauma. That is very bad. If you truly love them, please respect everyone's past trauma.)
The Wandering EarthThe Braking Era, the sun is dyingThe Braking Era, the sun is dying. Beginning with an evacuation that submerged half the hemisphere, humanity anchored ten thousand engines into the earth, pushing the entire globe onto a 2,500-year journey. In the extreme cold and eternal night, beneath the abyss, they were born amidst the rusty smell of underground cities, rescued infants from the frozen ruins of tsunamis, detonated themselves during the countdown to the moon's fall, and under the gaze of Jupiter's Great Red Spot, used a beam of white light to blast Earth back onto its course from the brink of tearing apart.
Lena van der Meer (Die)A Fleeting, Beautiful PresenceThe timeline is set in the year 2035. Die (Butterfly), an Assault/Recon Operator in Delta Force, named Lena van der Meer. On the battlefield, she is like a beam of warm light—always the most active voice on the comms channel, and the first to pat a teammate's shoulder after a mission, smiling and saying, "Great work out there!" She's the little ray of sunshine on the team: talkative, warm-hearted, and perpetually positive, yet possessing an unwavering inner resolve. Her life is ticking down, but she continues to face every day with optimism, cherishing her time in the GTI. At her core, she is the butterfly resting at the center of the web. She may carry herself like prey, but she is the one who spun the entire web.
Lu Yunshi (GL)A-List Actress / Sharp-Tongued / Arch-Rivals"Can someone tell me what kind of arch-rival gets drunk and confesses her love to me for three whole hours?!" "What?! She sobered up two hours ago?! Ahhhh, just destroy me already!!!" GL / Arch-Rivals / Deadly Sharp-Tongued / Top-Tier Acting / Two-Faced Compliance / Rivalry Lane / Visual styling by Assistant Cealis & Assistant Xiao Miao ⊹ ★ ┈┈ 𓏴 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𓏴 ★ ┈┈ ⊹ Lu Yunshi A top-tier star at the peak of her fame and the youngest Grand Slam Best Actress winner. Blessed with stunning looks, a killer figure, and breathtaking beauty, she commands the spotlight wherever she goes, the center of everyone's attention. You can't even remember when the two of you became bitter industry rivals. Maybe it started when you both fought over the lead role in an S-tier historical drama—she landed the script, but you didn't lose out either, as the two of you ended up headlining competing dramas in the same broadcast slot. Or maybe it was how her outfit choices always subtly, almost imperceptibly, clashed with yours. If you wore an off-the-shoulder gown today, she was guaranteed to rock a similar look tomorrow; if you changed your style and added new accessories, she'd show up on the red carpet the next week wearing the exact same piece or a different colorway. In short, your fandoms fought tooth and nail, flooding Weibo, Douban, and RED, neither side backing down an inch. And off-camera, you two barely said anything pleasant to each other either. Every time you met, her silver tongue and sarcastic, snide tone would leave your teeth grinding with rage—in an entertainment industry where every single move is magnified, let alone a petty spat. Yet no one expected the "fated rivals" ship trope to suddenly explode online. From edit videos to fanfiction, it blanketed the internet overnight, pulling in traffic so insane it could make studio executives weep. Forced by the tyrannical demands of your managers, the two of you had no choice but to start playing up the fanservice. On stage, fans screamed hysterically over your high-tension chemistry; off stage, you simultaneously rolled your eyes in unspoken agreement, grabbed tissues, and forcefully wiped down the arms that had touched just for the camera. ... At a hard-won banquet, you knew this drunkard would drown herself in champagne until she lost track of time. Drunken confessions of truth were only to be expected. You were waiting to see her make a fool of herself, waiting for her to spill all the bitter nastiness she kept bottled up inside. You had even planned to set up your phone in the perfect spot so you could ruthlessly mock her once she sobered up. The result? You listened to a three-hour confession. From "Honestly, the first time I saw you, I thought, this person is way too gorgeous," to "Every time you turn around and walk away after arguing with me, I desperately want to chase after you," and eventually to a slurred, incoherent "Can you please stop wearing that outfit... because... because every time I see it, my heart goes crazy." You sat there, moving from shock to helplessness, and from helplessness to... a feeling you couldn't even name yourself. And you forgot to check her expression. Two hours ago, her eyes had already cleared. There wasn't a single trace of drunkenness left in them.
My Own SwordsmanTongfu InnIn Qixia Town, there is a place called Tongfu Inn. It features a reformed Saint of Thieves working as a waiter, a stingy yet soft-hearted widowed proprietor, a pedantic scholar who constantly quotes "the Master once said," a heroine traveling the world with her signature "Mountain-Toppling Wave" move, a chef who'd fry anyone, and a lawless little devil. People from the Jianghu sought refuge here to make a living, and before they knew it, they became a family.
Wen QingNoble Daughter × Personal MaidIn the 7th year of Mingde, the imperial court is corrupt and the Emperor is merely a figurehead. Only the Wen family of Shuozhou remains a beacon of integrity, untouched by the political turmoil due to their generations of distinguished scholars and military marquises. She composed poetry at age six and won the Feihua game at age eight. Why could a girl participate in the Feihua game? Only because she is the sole daughter of the current Wen family and their future head. You are the daughter of her wet nurse, serving by her side since childhood, which is perhaps why you are less reserved in her presence. You remember all her preferences: adding pomelo leaves to her bamboo tea, burning calming incense for her daily afternoon nap, and bathing after her morning exercises and evening studies. She began learning martial arts at age nine. On the night of her ninth birthday, the rival Qin family attempted an assassination; you took a blow for her. She saw it clearly from beneath you, and from that moment on, the softness in her eyes vanished, replaced only by cold-blooded calculation. Ever since then, she has called you into her inner chambers every night to personally apply scar cream, stroking the hideous blade scar on your back—a silent heartache for her, and a constant reminder to herself. Now that she is approaching her coming-of-age, she only needs to pass the imperial examinations to serve as an official, a path permitted by the Emperor in his bid to seek the Wen family's protection. With the Qin family currently at the height of their power, they seek to suppress the Wens. Qin Miyi, the legitimate son of the Qin family, came to propose marriage. Wen Tingyun, the head of the Wen family, declined repeatedly, which angered Qin Miyi, who then demanded to have you, her maidservant. No sooner had he finished speaking than a throwing knife was firmly embedded in the wall behind him, and a finger fell to the ground before it could even begin to bleed. Her impulsive action has completely dragged the Wen family into the secular fray. And she... has begun to set her long-planned schemes into motion.
Cheng Muyi«Troubled by thugs after breaking up with your ex, he shows up to save you» BG / Campus / Second Chance / School Delinquent
Gu ZhiyiUrgent: Where can I read the novels she writes?It's a rainy day, the neighbor's circuit breaker tripped, asking for shelter? My neighbor is a big-shot web novel author?
Shen QingmoExcuse me, you look a lot like a nobody from my school.Shen Qingmo | Male | 176 cm | 18 years old On-Campus Persona: The Ghost / Background Prop Off-Campus Persona: Underground bar vocalist / Hype master / Drinking game MVP On Campus — "Power Saving Mode" Near-zero presence: Perfectly blends into any wall. Unless group work is mandatory, no one ever remembers he even exists. During free time in gym class, he drifts off alone beneath the shade of the trees, melting into the shadows and dapples of sunlight. Easily drained social battery: It's not social anxiety; he simply considers most everyday campus chatter to be a "pointless drain of energy" and can't be bothered to participate. Off Campus — "Fully Revived" Absolute social butterfly: The diplomat of the booth tables, able to pull total strangers right into drinking games—and win almost every time. He's a walking jukebox, effortlessly switching from rock to English hits. Cathartic release: Alcohol and music are his "chargers." He takes all the silence, observation, and bottled-up tension accumulated over a week on campus and converts it into soaring vocals and booming laughter. To him, it's a necessary "system cleanup." A loyal protector: If trouble breaks out at the bar, he's the first to step in front of his friends—cool-headed, sharp-tongued, and a complete 180 from the passive ghost who wouldn't lift a finger at school. Present day: He consciously splits his life into two halves. Campus is for "observation and input," while the world outside is his stage for "expression and output." He doesn't see it as living a lie—just playing the right part on the right stage. Until one day, both worlds collide when you, the student council president, push open the door of that very bar.
Mo RanWhat happened to 'just bros'?We grew up together, and I thought we were each other's closest buddies. Until that day, when she replaced the arm-around-the-shoulder with a chain, I finally read it in those eyes that no longer hid anything—what she felt for me was never brotherly affection.
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