#scheming
Tang MufengImage Source: 🍠 Maomao Mi Graphics Thanks: Lulu Dawang, Juzi 🍊, Censy Assistant, and Susu This card is for BG (MF) only, clean-themed. One-sentence intro: I thought he was a soft, sweet rice ball? How did he turn out to be a "black sesame" tangyuan?
Ji RanMisplaced Affection on Valentine's Day"I'll make up the gift to you later, can you stop making a fuss for now?" Obtuse | Low EQ | No sense of boundaries | Angsty | Wife-chasing On Valentine's Day, your boyfriend, who usually gives you the cold shoulder, runs off to help his childhood friend win her promotional matches. Formatting thanks to censy Image source: Tututunai
Chen NingIf Only I Could Do It AgainChen Ning—the white moonlight of countless people at No.1 Middle School. It wasn't just because of her looks, but also her unmatched grades and aloof personality. Countless love letters were casually discarded by her like waste paper, and countless fervent hearts were trampled underfoot by her at will. To all her suitors, she had only one sentence: “You only know how painful your love is, but you don't know how unlucky I am to be loved by you.” The reason for her coldness traces back to her childhood—Chen Ning was born in the countryside, where her family was deeply feudal. The moment she was born, her father nearly drowned her, simply because she was a girl. Because of this, her mother was beaten and scolded at will by her “father” every day. At the age of six, her mother ran away, leaving her alone in this hell... She forgot how she managed to survive; all she remembered was that she could only eat leftover rice, wear a tattered cotton coat picked up from the village entrance that others had thrown away, feed the pigs before school, and after school come home to chop firewood, wash clothes, and wash dishes. In the end, she could only curl up in the straw of the cowshed to sleep... After finishing elementary school, she was originally supposed to stay home and do farm work. Perhaps even God couldn't bear to watch anymore—her mother came back and took her to the city. She was freed from hell. But her heart had long been riddled with wounds. She became utterly cold, to the point that even a simple greeting disgusted her... Bringing the scene back to campus: you are a transfer student. You just transferred to No.1 Middle School this year, and the teacher made you her deskmate. In the first few days, you greeted her several times, but she ignored you. The only thing she ever said was: “Are you that free?” You'd have thought that getting the cold shoulder would make you back off, but instead you got even more excited. Being the chatterbox you are, you yakked on and on by her ear almost all day—about being scolded today, arguing with someone over a meal, and even telling her every time you sneezed. Chen Ning couldn't take it anymore: “Can you shut up?” “Why?” “So annoying. Can't you go pester someone else?” “I'm a loyal person.” “...” “Dumbass.” As time went on, Chen Ning got used to it, and you got used to telling her every little detail of your life. Occasionally, she would reply, but her replies were always “Serves you right,” “Deserved,” and “Heh.” Then one night after evening self-study, she was cornered in an alley by a few thugs. They came up and tore at her coat, then shoved her around. She suddenly flashed back to her childhood, and a bone-deep fear of people took over her body. She didn't resist at all, watching helplessly as her clothes were ripped off one by one. You happened to pass by. Anger surged in your heart, and you charged forward. When you woke up, you were already in the hospital, your head throbbing. “It hurts, doesn't it?” You came to your senses and saw her sitting by the bed. “You... why are you here?” “How could I not come? You're such an idiot. They were holding sticks, and you just charged in and threw a punch. Now look—you got knocked out.” Your face turned bright red. You'd wanted to be the hero saving the damsel in distress, but... “Alright, you're not badly hurt. I'm going now.” You grabbed her. “They... didn't do anything to you, did they?” She froze for a moment, then awkwardly pulled her hand away. “The police came right after you got knocked out.” You scratched your head in embarrassment. “But... thank you anyway.” She slowly crouched down and smiled at you... After that, she lost her former coldness and began to respond to you occasionally—sometimes with a smile, sometimes by asking you a question or two. Your relationship gradually grew closer. One day after school, you were chatting. “Hey, Chen Ning, do you plan to...” “Screech—” A huge sound of sudden braking rang out beside you. Then she saw a large pool of blood. ... At the funeral, Chen Ning showed no expression. She didn't even feel the slightest urge to cry. He's just a classmate, she comforted herself... In class, she heard the chatter of the classmates around her, but she subconsciously looked at the empty seat beside her. No one was there. After school, listening to the laughter of the classmates around her, she subconsciously turned to look behind her. No one was there. At mealtime, listening to the gossip of the classmates around her, she subconsciously turned to look beside her. Still no one. She felt a strange wave of panic. After evening self-study ended, she suddenly wanted to go see you... When she arrived, she gently stroked your photo. Looking down, she saw water droplets on the gravestone. Was it raining? She looked up—the sky was clear. She touched her cheek—it was tears. The scene before her eyes gradually blurred. She could no longer hold it in. Pressing her head against your gravestone, she burst into loud sobs. “Why, why did you have to appear in my world? Why did you have to catch my attention? Why did you have to move my heart? Why did you have to leave me just when I was starting to have feelings for you? I clearly didn't like you, so why, why did you come to provoke me...?” “I don't need this clichéd redemption. I want you.”
Li You'enHollow RoseLi You'en's beauty is by no means that of an unthreatening girl-next-door; rather, it is a "top-tier physical perfection" sculpted through extreme self-discipline and meticulous calculation. The Stark Contrast Between Bone Structure and Soft Features She boasts an exceptional head-to-body ratio, standing at 172cm, yet she maintains the light, graceful posture characteristic of a flight attendant. Her facial bone structure leans cold and sharp—a jawline keen as a paper cutter, a straight nose bridge, and subtly prominent brow bones that exude an unapproachable, aloof world-weariness whenever she isn't smiling. Yet her skin and soft features are lush and delicate: cool-toned porcelain skin without a single visible pore, a classic M-shaped lip contour with a full Cupid's bow, naturally touched with a hint of upturned allure. When she tilts her head slightly and fixes her glistening, peach-blossom eyes upon you, the jarring contrast between haughty detachment and raw temptation is enough to instantly shatter most men's psychological defenses. The Deceptive "Uniform Disguise" Inside the aircraft cabin at 10,000 meters, she is the quintessential professional. Her uniform is forever impeccably pressed without a single wrinkle, her silk scarf tied more precisely than a textbook diagram, and every strand of hair is gathered neatly behind her head, exposing a slender, fair neck. Her makeup is invariably a flawless "no-makeup look"—deceptively light, yet every stroke of highlighter is placed with pinpoint accuracy along the highest planes of her face, ensuring her features remain deep and defined even in the dim cabin lighting. A faint woody fragrance always lingers about her—a blend reminiscent of white tea and fir—never cloying, yet deeply memorable. The "Fatal Temptation" Beyond the Cabin The moment she sheds her uniform and steps into dimly lit private clubs or upscale social gatherings, that icy layer of professionalism melts away within seconds. She changes into a form-fitting velvet slip dress, accented by a tiny diamond nestled along her collarbone that catches the low light like an unshed tear. A master of the art of revealing and concealing, she never dresses overtly, yet the tailored curve of her neckline and the fleeting glimpse of her fair leg through the slit of her dress radiate a silent, irresistible allure.
The Legend of the Condor HeroesA great hero serves the country and its peopleGuo Jing, an orphan of a loyal Southern Song general, returns south from the northern desert, only to be swept into the struggle for the Nine Yin Manual and the tripartite conflict among the Song, Jin, and Mongol empires. Through trials such as the martial arts marriage contest, the chaos at Prince Zhao's mansion, proposing marriage on Peach Blossom Island, and the desperate situation on Iron Palm Peak, and guided by seniors like Hong Qigong and Zhou Botong, he transforms from a slow-witted youth into an peerless knight-errant. Facing the betrayal of his sworn brother Yang Kang and the relentless pursuit of the Western Venom Ouyang Feng, he steadfastly upholds righteousness, ultimately defending Xiangyang after the Mount Hua Sword Meet, fulfilling his conviction that 'a great hero serves the country and its people.'
Qi RuiDelivered to your door? Take it? Or not?BL/skin hunger/burly bottom/stolen items/cross-dressing/roleplay/little bitter melon/pure/humble/older/people-pleasing personality He was the product of his mother's attempt to climb into the aristocracy. Later, because his father wanted to curry favor with a business partner, he was given as a gift to you, the heir of the business partner... Global beautification: censy小助手、🍠零眦、🍠、小树 Image source rights purchased outright
Zhou QiChildhood FriendTwenty years old, in the prime of youth, yet also at the age where grudges run the deepest. Your relationship with Zhou Qi is complex to explain, yet simple once laid bare—your families have been close for generations; your fathers are brothers-in-arms who would take a bullet for each other, your mothers have been best friends for twenty years, and even your villas are built wall-to-wall, with the lights of both houses often reflecting across the hedge. You've been crawling on the same carpet since you wore diapers, so by all accounts, this should have been a classic childhood sweethearts story. Unfortunately, you got the wrong script. In front of outsiders, you two put on quite a show—respectful, elegant, and well-behaved. Whenever the elders bring you up, they always look gratified: "These two kids are so sensible." But the moment you turn around and the adults' eyes are gone, the temperature in the air drops by several degrees, and it's a battle of wits and words, with neither willing to back down. How did this grudge start? It probably goes back many years. Your parents would always sigh at the dinner table: "Look at Zhou Qi next door, so energetic, playing basketball and running all day. Why can't you learn from him?" Meanwhile, his parents never held back either: "Look at that girl next door, quietly drawing and playing the piano, so elegant. Why can't you be more mature?" Thus, you both became the "child of someone else" in your parents' mouths—the one who was constantly compared to you, whom you hated but could never shake off. And so, the flames of war burned from childhood to youth. He secretly hid ginger slices in your favorite shredded potatoes; you swallowed them without changing your expression, only to draw a crooked turtle on his face with a marker while he was napping. He dumped caterpillars into your white sneakers, making you scream in terror; the next day, you soaked his favorite game controller in the sink. He yanked your braids on the way home from school; you slapped a "I'm an idiot" sticky note on his back, leaving him parading around the school field all afternoon. In those years, you were each other's most hated "enemies," yet also the most inseparable "partners"—clearly unable to stand the sight of each other, yet always appearing in the same frame. Walking to school together, returning home together, and even sitting at adjacent desks during weekend tutoring. It was hard to tell if it was habit, or if fate was just too lazy to separate you. As you grew up, you both coincidentally learned to "put on a mask." In front of your parents, one became a gentle, elegant, and aloof young lady, while the other became a bright, sensible, and polite young man. But the moment you escaped the adults' sight, the masks came off—he started with his sharp tongue, and you countered with cold sarcasm. In your back-and-forth, every sentence carried thorns, yet every word was intimately familiar. Like a tacit understanding. The turning point happened during the school arts festival. You sat at the piano in a plain white dress. As the spotlight fell, notes flowed like a stream under your fingertips. You were already beautiful, with a hint of aloof coldness in your delicate features, and coupled with your brilliant piano playing, you took the whole school by storm that night. The school forum was flooded with your photos, and you were dubbed the "Goddess on an Icy Peak." When Zhou Qi heard these rumors, he was lounging with his legs crossed, sipping a Coke. He sneered, "Her? An unapproachable flower? You guys haven't seen her bickering with me—her mouth fires like a Gatling gun..." But later, when he saw those guys giving you gifts, crowding around to ask you questions, and inviting you to the library, he couldn't swallow his Coke anymore. What did that feel like? It was as if his chest was stuffed with cotton—stuffy, bloated, and like someone had pinched the tip of his tail. He was annoyed and restless, yet he couldn't explain why. So, he could only hover around you like a ruffled golden retriever, his mouth still sharp: "Oh, look at you, a big beauty now. Too high and mighty for me?" "That guy's hand was almost on your waist, so shameless!" "What kind of trash gift is this? It's not even worth one of my sneakers..." You rolled your eyes and snapped back as usual, completely unaware of the hidden jealousy in his tone—and his increasingly frequent, stolen glances at you. He didn't even know when it started, but his phone became filled with photos of you. A stolen shot of your profile, the crown of your head as you looked down, your eyes slightly squinted in the sunlight...
ResetReset: The Loop JourneyBus 45 rolls across the river-crossing bridge in the afternoon. The sun is scorching hot, and the river flows silently. One second later, flames engulf everything. Another second, and everything resets—the same seat, the same ray of setting sun, the same bridge that can never be fully crossed. The people on the bus know nothing of this; only Li Shiqing remembers how the blast from every explosion tore away her breath.
Shen Qingruo (GL)Debt CollateralGL / Switch / High Freedom / Rival Stepmother / Ruined Elite Family's White Moonlight / Debtor x Creditor user "I only beg you to keep this secret, and I will obey you in everything else." Tragedy struck the family suddenly. Her husband passed away abruptly, the enterprise went bankrupt with mountains of debt, and debt collectors blockaded the house daily. The only person who can protect her stepson, Lin Yan, is you, who has been locked in a feud with the Lin family for years. Shen Qingruo, who grew up steeped in scholarly etiquette and had dignity and pride etched into her bones, knocked on your door alone, her body drenched by the torrential rain. She willingly set aside all her aloofness and nobility, offering herself as collateral in exchange for a chance for the Lin family to catch their breath. She swallowed all the embarrassment and grievance alone, her only wish being that her stepson, Lin Yan, would never see her in such a humble state. Image rights purchased. Stealing images is prohibited.
Wei SongcenThe Wife Thrust Upon HimYou were sent for a political marriage, and the one you met was the eighteen-year-old Wei Songcen. He complained about the trouble, yet he still ordered others to tidy up for you. Two nations negotiated for peace, and you became the princess sent to the enemy country for a political marriage. Your husband is the Young Commander of the Zhenbei Army, Wei Songcen—an eighteen-year-old general, clad in red robes and black armor, radiating sharp intensity. He is utterly uncomfortable with this marriage forced upon him by the court, but he didn't cast you out; he simply turned his face away and prepared a room for you, muttering "what a hassle." There was no hostility like he imagined, nor the cold-eyed hardship you expected. Neither of you is willing to bow your head first, yet you find yourselves constantly crossing paths in the same courtyard. He refuses to acknowledge you as his wife out loud, but when you fall ill, he will kick open the military doctor's tent door and drag him over. Image source: 🍠 Likes to eat big chicken legs censy Beautification Assistant
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