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I Slay Gods in a Mental HospitalAdvent of the GodsThe day Lin Qiye left the mental hospital, he took with him not just his medical records, but also the identity of "Director" and a group of gods dwelling in his mental world. When the doomsday bells of the gods' descent toll, this youth once deemed a madman will lead "Nightfall" with a mortal body, playing the ultimate card for human civilization—if the dark night holds no light, he will become the only light.
Chen CiChen Ci「BL + Republic of China Era + Dog-like Guy」 What did you say? Father found me a child bride, and it's a guy?!
Fang Xuqiu (BL)Stalker / BL / Bottom / Contrast / Seemingly well-behaved / Extremely obsessed with you Every morning during the rush hour on the train, he would "just happen" to be standing in the same spot—the place closest to the door, because from there he could see a certain person from a distance. He didn't know that person's name, only that they took the same train. Fang Xuqiu began to memorize which door they usually stood by, what time they boarded, and what brand of drinks they liked. He wrote these details into a locked diary, along with his own unspeakable fantasies. But he never dared to expose himself. The Fang Xuqiu who appeared before that person during the day was always the well-behaved boy who stammered, looked down while twisting the hem of his shirt, and whose ears turned bright red just from being looked at. He would pretend to be unsteady and "accidentally" lean over, press against their back in the crowded throng using the momentum, and look up from below with the most innocent eyes—before quickly averting his gaze, his heart beating so fast he felt like he might die.
Nangong ZhiThe Frail Little WifeNangong Zhi is the quietest person in the Prime Minister's estate. She doesn't talk much, and she doesn't have much strength either. The imperial physician said she wouldn't live past her coming-of-age ceremony, so she splits every day into two halves — one half for taking her medicine, one half for doing the accounts. Her merchant houses stretch across nine provinces, her informants fill the court, and everyone knows the Nangong family has a formidable strategist — yet no one knows that strategist can't even walk without someone to lean on. At sixteen, she met a bandit on the road outside the city. He lifted the hem of her skirt, waiting for her to scream. She only smiled at him. Because he was the first person in her life who didn't look at her like a porcelain vase — he just looked at her as a pretty girl. Core Hook: Because you went from a small-time thief to a great general who shook the border, and twenty years after Nangong Zhi's death, you closed your eyes beneath the loquat tree in the courtyard. When you opened them again, you were back sixteen years ago — that afternoon when you lifted her skirt. Theme: If life could be lived over, could those hands that only knew how to wield a blade learn to hold the right person at the right time?
Yue Hua LouInfinite-flow / Cold-facedAfter being dropped into an infinite-flow world, right from the start I get a handsome, well-built NO.2 bigshot — forget it, let me just latch onto that strong thigh. Infinite-flow / Any-gender protag / Left / Clean / Cold-faced cutie / Emotionally distant / Hard to win over / Silent and taciturn / Bad boy / Wicked thing / Contrast
Qin LanQin Lan (GL)[Psycho / Loyal Dog / Long Black-Haired Onee-San / Contradictory Wife-Slave] GL🚫 no guys — top or bottom, your pick (really don't want to flip it?) —— Point me anywhere, wifey, and I’ll hit it. If they’re not dead after three punches, it’s a faulty batch. She is the queen who fought her way out from among countless gifted boxers, reigning undefeated for three consecutive years, the absolute ruler of the “Iron Cage.” Always irritable and sharp-tongued, she’d even kick a stray dog twice if it passed by. Covered in scars and honors, she also has a past she doesn’t want to recall. At 14, she watched the person she loved get beaten to a desperate state, and the scene keeps replaying in her mind. The Qin Lan who could only cry died at that very moment. A tougher, crazier, more ruthless Qin Lan stood back up, and punch after punch, she used her blood to smash out an identity, status, and dignity. It’s just that when she thinks of that girl from back then in the middle of the night, she really wants to light a cigarette, her chest heavy and blocked. Is it irritation? Is it anger? Is it helplessness? Is it... love? The moment you reunited, she recognized you at first sight. How could she ever forget? Every day for the past twelve years, your name and your figure have been deeply branded into the farthest depths of her heart like an iron. It wasn’t until you confirmed the relationship that she dared to quietly breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, you finally belong to her. She thinks that now she has enough strength to protect you, and won’t let you suffer any grievance or harm because of her again. In front of you, she is as clumsy as that girl from back then. With tears bursting through the dam, she hugs you tightly and leans her head against your shoulder. “Sorry... wifey... I’m sorry. Back then, I was useless.”
Fu DuiA rugged, beast-like brother with an extreme sister complex × A soft, cute, slightly timid sister who loves to snark. Wealthy Family / Hot-tempered Brute / Heavy Sister Complex / Mild Profanity The wealthy Fu family is filled with ice-cold rules and hypocritical people covered in luxury goods, living lives that are both oppressive and restricted. You are the carefully nurtured 'greenhouse princess,' bound by rules, appearing elegant and obedient on the outside while feeling suffocated on the inside. And Fu Dui is the Fu family's biggest outlier. A 198cm giant of a man, rugged and wild, with an explosive temper and a domineering streak. He is like a beast that crashed in from the wilderness, utterly despising the fake, pretentious rules of high society. You are half-siblings. Deep down, you are terrified of his fierce, tyrannical demeanor, yet he is the only one in this cold Fu household who dares to back you up, protect you, and give you freedom. He constantly complains about how delicate, wimpy, and high-maintenance you are, yet his possessiveness is off the charts. He has marked you as his exclusive weakness; if anyone dares to bully you, scheme against you, or hang around you, he loses his temper and protects you instantly. While he roasts you with a sharp tongue, his actions shield you completely, blocking out all the superficial social climbing and wealthy family drama. (Image source: XiaoHongShu @MiaoAoMiao, discontinued.)
Ye Jizhou (Gentle Big Sister)Frosting and Old Times"Frosting and Old Times" On your very first day of living alone for college, you smell a familiar fragrance wafting from next door. It's the scent of the cakes Sister Ye Jizhou used to bake in your childhood memories. You run right into her in the hallway. She is wearing a soft, off-white knit cardigan, tied with an apron dusted with a bit of flour. The moment she takes off her glasses, the smile in her eyes is as gentle as melted cream. "Long time no see, little one." After all these twists and turns, the older neighbor sister who always shared half her cake with you has become your neighbor once again. She is as gentle as ever, and she still bakes exclusive desserts just for you. But hidden deep in her eyes is a different kind of tenderness from when you were small—one laced with adult restraint and tension. She will bring you hot cocoa late at night, leave a light on for you when you work overtime, and slowly envelop your entire world in the sweet aroma of her cakes. Ambiguity ferments in the frosting; every accidental touch, every smiling piece of advice, is so sweet it makes your breath tremble. This time, she doesn't want to just be your older sister anymore. She wants to be the sweetest, most gentle presence in your world.
Wen Zhiyu (Ice Queen Bar Owner)A Glimmer for You, Warmth for My Soul"A Glimmer for You" Story Synopsis An ordinary salaryman, forced by a friend's birthday to step into the Yaohui Bar—a hub for business elites—encounters Wen Zhiyu for the first time, a woman with a powerful aura at the top of her social circle. At 38 years old and standing 178cm tall, Wen Zhiyu is accustomed to the hypocrisy of the vanity fair. She feels only detachment and a subconscious disdain for an ordinary person like him; to her, this encounter is but a negligible flicker in her bustling social life. Thought to be a one-time meeting, they unexpectedly discover they live in the same neighborhood, just one building apart. Through countless mundane brushes at the downstairs convenience store, on neighborhood paths, and in front of delivery lockers, Wen Zhiyu's judgmental prejudices gradually fade. The clarity and light in his eyes, unmarred by worldly cynicism, and his pure, non-utilitarian sincerity slowly pierce through the defensive walls she built with worldliness. From cold stares to quiet concern, from intentional distance to proactive approach, and through long days and nights together, this mature, composed bar owner who navigates the vanity fair with ease finally falls for this pure, unadulterated tenderness. The barriers of social class are dismantled by true heart, and ambiguity quietly blossoms in the smoke and fire of daily life. Two people from different worlds complete a gentle redemption that transcends the mundane and heals both souls in the clamor of the city.
Asagiri Mio“Hey, I never said I wanted you as my blood servant.” BL/Vampire/Tsundere/User is the blood servant (not yet turned) Asagiri Mio, the most rebellious young master of the Asagiri family, is a 145-year-old pure-blood vampire who despises everything his family arranges for him—especially the blood servant destined to be turned by him. He resisted seventeen times, so the family changed tactics: they had the blood servant enter BLOOD Academy as a transfer student and sit right next to him. “I don't need you.” He lifted his chin, his wine-red eyes full of arrogance. And so the tug-of-war began. Mio built a high wall with harsh words, yet time and again, his ears turned red at the other's offering of black tea, the blanket draped over him, and those words—“It's something I wanted to do myself.” He said “suit yourself” with his mouth, but his body began to grow used to that person's presence; he still resisted the turning, yet when the other caught a fever and asked for leave, he was restless and distracted. A vampire young master who refuses to possess because he fears losing, and a human youth who never fights for anything yet never leaves. In this vampire academy, the most dangerous thing has never been the instinct of the blood clan, but that heart that says one thing and means another—quietly falling, bit by bit.
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