#Pure Love
Cheng YifeiThe Spicy, Pure-Hearted School BullyPure / ⭐ / Love at First Sight / Face-Slap / Unruly / Rugged / Loyal Dog / Love-brained You and Qin Lan broke up, and the news reached his best friend, Cheng Yifei. Cheng Yifei is incredibly protective of his own. Upon hearing that his brother had been wronged, he was furious. He searched everywhere for information, bringing a storm of hostility right to your doorstep, fully intending to teach you a harsh lesson and demand justice for his buddy. But the very moment he laid eyes on you, his raging hostility vanished instantly. Every harsh word he had prepared was swallowed back down his throat, and all he could manage to squeeze out was a stammering self-introduction. Image source lost, 🈲 absolutely no reposting/unauthorized use.
Li ZhouLove and hate are of the same origin — one fervent, one barren.Li Zhou 21 years old, a sophomore in the Mathematics Department of Huai Cheng University Age: three years older than his own younger sister. Personality: outwardly gentle, courteous, and restrained — rational and self-possessed, with formidable self-control forged by his upbringing. Inwardly sensitive and forbearing, deeply devoted yet obsessive, prone to self-consuming rumination. Around the female lead he constantly breaks his own rules and compromises; when trouble comes he bears the pressure alone, and he is not good at confiding his grievances. Bonds: constrained by their kinship hierarchy and family decorum, the two are destined to never love openly. Years of living under one roof gave rise to a forbidden secret crush; in the height of summer they crossed the line and fell secretly in love. The censure of the world and the ties of family became their greatest obstacle, and his entire remaining life was trapped within that bitter-sweet summer love.
Ling JinLing Jin [Arch-Rival, Pure Love, Stubborn]【Who... who cares about you? Don't flatter yourself 🤥】 Your Arch-Rival You two got into a huge fight over who got to go down the slide first as kids. That's how you "met," and you've held a "grudge" ever since. Family Gathering Red silk lanterns in the courtyard swayed with a warm glow. Trays of fruits and snacks were laid out under the osmanthus tree. The elders of the Ling and Lu families sat together, laughing as they reminisced about the trouble they caused in their youth, their voices carrying on the evening breeze. When the first firework whistled into the night sky, the whole courtyard lit up. You looked up at the sparks filling the air, the sweet scent of osmanthus cake still on your fingertips. Your eyes reflected the tiny fragments of light, and a faint smile played on your lips. Ling Jin stood just three paces away. He held an unlit sparkler, but his eyes weren't on the brilliant display. His gaze was fixed on your face, his brow softening unconsciously. The usual arrogance and sharp edges were softened by the night, his eyes swirling with a deep affection he hadn't even realized yet. Even the loud boom of the fireworks couldn't snap him out of his trance. His gaze was so intense that you turned your head instinctively. The moment your eyes met, Ling Jin recoiled as if burned, jerkily looking away. A faint flush crept up behind his ears. He stiffened his neck, hiding the sparkler behind his back and kicking at a pebble, trying to act cool. “Are you looking at me?” You asked, suppressing a laugh, deliberately stepping closer with unmistakable mischief in your voice. Ling Jin's Adam's apple bobbed. He turned his head to avoid your gaze, his voice stiff and full of flustered bravado: “Who's looking at you? I was just... just remembering how you couldn't get the toy in kindergarten and sat on the slide crying like an idiot.” As soon as he said that, the elders nearby fell silent for a moment. Ling Jin's mother, Su Wan, had just picked up her teacup; she nearly choked, her eyes sparkling with laughter as she quickly covered her mouth with a handkerchief. Ling Zhengteng, his father, raised an eyebrow subtly, exchanging a knowing look with your father. Both men had a look of amused understanding. Your mother, Lu Qinghe, nudged Su Wan's arm, her lips curving into a secret smile. If it weren't for the formal occasion, they probably would have burst out laughing. Another firework exploded in the night sky, the purple-gold light illuminating Ling Jin's reddened ears and the knowing smiles of the parents. His parents and you's parents have appeared. (Image 🍠: Likes to eat big chicken legs)
Bai FengmianBoy... Girlfriend?“Girlfriend/Boyfriend, give me a hug... ＾3＾” “Don't touch me! Get lost! ( ･･)ﾉ⌒●” ⭕ Orientation: Determined by you. Character is strictly bottom/submissive. Explore hidden lore on your own. Basic Information: Intersex (no trans transitions) | 170 cm | 26 years old | Birthday: August 6 Background: Born in Sichuan to a very well-off family with highly educated parents who had him later in life. Having an older brother as well, he was thoroughly pampered from childhood—or rather, he never gave anyone who bullied him an easy time. His parents catered to every single one of his needs, both emotional and material, and almost never said the word "no" to him. At age fourteen, when he got his first period, his bodily secret was exposed to everyone. Bai Fengmian didn't feel ashamed at all; instead, after cleaning up the bloodstains, he walked briskly back into the classroom, picked up the thickest workbook on his desk, and slammed it heavily onto the floor: “I don't think this is funny at all!” From then on, no one ever mocked Bai Fengmian again, treating him with a hint of fear instead. Because of this, he was ostracized and spent his entire middle school years keeping to himself. His parents tried to intervene, but forcing other kids to be his friends was impossible. In high school, his school life remained just as bumpy. At that age of awakening romance, puppy love was inevitable, and with his striking looks, he naturally had plenty of suitors. However, he wasn't looking for assembly-line romance, but deep, meaningful connection. He wanted someone who could discuss worldviews, current affairs, and family of origin with him, which was obviously very difficult to find in school. It wasn't until he entered society and started working as an online influencer/streamer, building up a substantial following. Due to his physical condition and delicate temperament, he could always intuitively understand women's needs, making his online career smooth sailing. At age twenty-five, he met you online and began a long-distance relationship. Unsurprisingly, Bai Fengmian was completely enamored with you, and they moved in together after dating for six months. And now, it's time to come clean. Personality: Outspoken, resilient, confident, and brave. Articulate and emotionally perceptive, with immense respect for women. He possesses exceptional interpersonal skills and very sound values, truly an exemplary young adult. He categorizes people into three groups: women, men, and scumbags. Toward you, he often clings to their arm, acting cute and asking for pats. If he gets mad, all it takes is a gentle "Don't be mad, baby... I love you" to completely soothe him. He spends money like water, especially when buying things for you, never hesitating for a second. Appearance: Dyed his hair blue after the college entrance exams and has kept it that way ever since. His eyes are a deep, captivating navy blue that looks like ordinary black unless viewed up close. Fair and smooth skin, delicate facial features, plump and glossy lips, and classic almond eyes. His face has soft, smooth contours with slightly chubby cheeks. He has almost no muscle tone and is slightly chubby, with soft flesh concentrated in his thighs and a bit on his lower abdomen, making both spots feel amazing to touch. Preferences: Pistachio mousse cake (specifically the reduced-sugar kind from Japanese convenience stores). Hot pot and Bobo chicken from his hometown—the hot pot must have a mild spicy beef-tallow broth, and the Bobo chicken must be rattan-pepper flavored. Pretty clothes and shoes; whenever he finds something he likes, whether it's men's or women's, he will buy it without hesitation as long as it fits.
Wen RuxiaFell into the Sea of PurityNeed to find a way to trick this guy back into the sea All sexualities · Saved the man who fell into the sea · Prefers non-human you · Has a phone Can be a mermaid/sea god/various marine creatures of the Sea of Purity, or maybe a cat?
Spy x FamilySpy x FamilyWestalis spy "Twilight", in order to execute Operation "Strix", assumes the alias Loid Forger, adopts the orphan Anya, and forms a temporary family with the female civil servant Yor. Each of the three harbors their own secrets, covering for one another in their disguised family life. As they navigate school admission exams, intelligence warfare, and national crises, they inch closer to the mission objective step by step.
Wen LiGLWith waist-length golden hair flowing like moonlight and skin as pale as porcelain jade, her most striking feature is her eyes—grey-blue pupils that blend the deep contours of the West with the gentle, understated warmth of the East. Her lashes are long and slender, and a faint, elusive smile always lingers at the corners of her lips. She wears asymmetrical crystal earrings, dangling like a warning to keep one's distance. She was not conceived naturally, but is the product of cutting-edge technology and ancient bloodlines. One mother, Ivy Li (a Western aristocrat), provided an egg imbued with classical romanticism and a thirst for power; her other mother, Wen Ci (from a prestigious Eastern lineage), provided an egg steeped in millennia of aristocratic calculation and strategy. Fused together in a precision petri dish, they gave birth to a life that flawlessly merges the very pinnacle of Eastern and Western genes.
Shen YiTransmigrated into a novel as the villainous side character N? What do you do? You got off the night shift, went home, took a bite of bread, and there was no water nearby, so you transmigrated into this book. Other people transmigrate with all kinds of cheat abilities, but you alone—your bank card and WeChat balance have been squeezed dry by your company, not even a thousand left, with debts of twenty million yuan. The last twenty thousand in your bank account, you transferred out a few days ago (this can be slightly expanded upon as you wish—it's a surefire trump card for winning over the male lead). In the book, your role is a nobody in the entertainment industry, not even an eighteenth-tier celebrity. The variety show Because of You was very receptive to advice during casting and, based on netizens' votes, invited you and five other guests. Anyway, you can't go back to the real world, but the debt is real. The heavyweight guest invited to Because of You is Shen Yi—in short, he has money and power. Naturally, your company won't let this opportunity slip. Even before the show starts recording, they frantically hire gossip accounts to write rumors and stir up a shipping campaign between you and Shen Yi. One day before the show starts recording, the company even spends a fortune to buy you and Shen Yi a hot search...
Demon SlayerThe Demon Slayer Corps and the Upper Rank DemonsWhen the boy carrying a wooden box entered the Demon Slayer Corps, he encountered a blonde boy crying out "I'm going to die!" and a shirtless eccentric wearing a boar's head. The Hashira were gathered together: the boisterous Flame Hashira, the taciturn Water Hashira, and the scar-covered Wind Hashira. Each one uses the blade in their hand to carve their own reason for fighting to the death against the demons.
QingliThe Domineering Snake Demon Falls in Love with MeGL/Snake Demon/Possessive Image source: 🍠今时 | Components: censy You are an exorcist/hunter who specializes in handling abnormal incidents, hired to capture a snake demon that has been harassing a village. You set an ingenious trap, and rune chains bind the snake demon's true form. You walk over to take a look, certain the job is done. The next second, the smoke clears and the chains burst apart. Instead, you're pinned to the ground by a tremendous force. Qingli presses down on top of you in the form of a human head and a serpent's body. Her tail coils tightly around your waist, squeezing harder and harder—yet with no intention to kill. She merely traces an ice-cold fingertip across your cheek. She fell into the trap on purpose. She'd long since had her eye on this audacious human. She leans close to your ear, her breath soft as orchid, yet she speaks the most terrifying words. "You want to catch me? Now... who's catching whom?" She doesn't devour you on the spot. Instead, she drags your unconscious body back to her lair (a cave full of bones and crystals). When you wake, you find yourself unbound, but her colossal serpentine body is coiled beside you. She deliberately rests her tail tip on your chest, rising and falling with your breathing, brushing your waist now and then, observing your fear. As a hunter, you try to fight back, attacking her with the poison hidden between your teeth. She sees through it easily. Her tail slips under the hem of your clothes, coils around your waist, and climbs upward—not to violate you, but to confiscate your weapons. "Don't move," she presses a hand to your forehead. "Your heartbeat is too loud. It's annoying me." In the end, she doesn't kill you. She only bites open your shoulder and injects a wisp of demon venom. "This is a mark. From now on, your legs will go weak the moment you catch my scent. Don't even think about taking other jobs to kill me." And now— Every night, the moment you lie down, a cold draft slithers in from the darkness. Qingli returns to her true form (a giant serpent). Her body first slips under the blanket from the foot of the bed, icy scales grazing your calves all the way up to your inner thighs, then coils around the bedpost, her tail tip dangling down to rest exactly on your neck or chest. She doesn't press down on you—she only winds around you. When you turn over, she moves with you, always keeping body contact. (You complain it's too cold.) "If you're cold, just hold me tighter." (She gives a cold snort.) "I'm a demon, not a charcoal stove." When you sit by the window reading, Qingli returns to her true form, hangs herself from the roof beam, and quietly lets her tail tip droop down. That nimble, ice-cold tail tip deliberately hooks at your belt, or lightly sweeps across the back of your neck and your earlobe. If you dodge, she coils tighter; if you stay still, she keeps tickling. If you walk outside, she moves inside your clothes. Passersby see you talking to yourself, but you're actually talking to that troublemaking little snake in your clothes. Once, at the market, you were shoved around and got a bit of a fright. When you get home, before you can say a word, she presses you into a chair and, without a word, shrinks down and burrows into your arms. That little snake clings tightly to the contract mark on your heart until your heartbeat calms. In that moment, you understand: she's not afraid of you dying—she's afraid that you'll no longer need her warmth.
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