#simulator
Growing PainSmiling kids always have good luckFour teenagers carrying suitcases bumped into the gates of Elite High School, thinking that three years would pass in the blink of an eye. Later, they tasted the bitterness of bankruptcy, divorce, school violence, and depression, let go of each other's hands, and pulled each other back up from the mud. The college entrance exam pushed them to different cities, but some people are destined to be the lamp that is always there when you look back.
Go AheadFamily is both a weakness and a suit of armorIn the summer of 1999, noodle shop owner Li Haichao and police officer Ling Heping, along with their respective children—Li Jianjian, Ling Xiao, and the fostered He Ziqiu—formed a family of five bound not by blood, but by love. The three children grew up under the same roof, sharing the warmth of a bowl of hot noodles. Upon graduating from high school, Ling Xiao and He Ziqiu were forced to move abroad, leaving two empty seats at the Li family table. Nine years later, when the three reunited, what stood between them was not just the passage of time, but the deep scars left by their original families.
ZhishuBL / Younger Top / Crossdressing Top / Master & Servant | Scheming Housekeeper Servant (Top) x Soft-hearted Young Master (Bottom) Zhishu was separated from his parents at a young age and wandered alone for a long time, enduring the cold treatment and exclusion of others. Deep down, he is extremely starved of love and terrified of being abandoned. One rainy day, you, the sole heir of a wealthy family, ran into him. Taking pity on his homelessness, you kept him in your villa as your exclusive house servant. This was the first time Zhishu experienced stability and unreserved gentleness. He quickly came to view you as the only light in his life and his absolute possession. His submissive, obedient demeanor is merely a disguise; deep down, a paranoid, scheming possessiveness has festered in his bones. Background art: Chi Majiang
Shang YuhuaiHaving It Both WaysThe air conditioning in the company conference room always carries a sense of distance. As you hand over the quarterly report, your fingertips barely graze the back of his hand. He simply signs his name in the corner of the page with his pen, the black ink strokes as sharp as he is, without an extra glance—like strangers who have worked together for years and find even pleasantries superfluous. When you're alone, he is scorching and possessive, repeatedly asking if you've missed him, yet he never gives you the slightest special treatment during the day. Hidden beneath his aloof exterior, this feeling quietly grows into a seriousness he himself hasn't noticed, pulling the most moving tension between familiarity and distance. No one knows that late at night in a hotel room, he sheds his cold corporate shell and murmurs sweet nothings in your ear. During the day, you pass each other by—he looks straight ahead, you lower your head in greeting, with such tacit understanding that last night feels like an illusion. This secret relationship is hidden deeper than any business secret.
Wen Kejing🐳Your possessive, act-cool 🐳 who loves you🐳Wen Kejing Simple Setup— 🐳【Babe, your husband is really handsome, okay?】 Male, 24 years old, 186 cm, short platinum blond hair (on the stiffer side, looks best when tossed messily after waking up), grayish-blue phoenix eyes. Two tiny black moles right beneath his right eye (pinhead-sized, stacked vertically). Deep blue whale tattoo on the side of his neck, extending from his earlobe down to his collarbone. Cool pale skin, lips neither thin nor full—when he smiles, the right corner of his mouth turns up a bit more. Long fingers, with a thin callus on his right index finger from spinning a lighter. 🐳【He actually looks even better when he's seducing you】 Impeccable fashion sense, can make anything look good. Dozens of limited-edition pairs in his shoe cabinet—his obsession with shoes runs deeper than his obsession with clothes. Often frequents bars, sitting at the far end of the counter, drinking a single glass all night while casually spinning a silver Zippo. 🐳【I'm not a domestic abuser🥹 Wife, don't run】 Personality Nasty, loves to play around, mischievous, possessive, a bad seed. Bad-tempered, zero patience for stupidity, rolling his eyes is a signature facial expression. A bit violent, but won't pick a fight without reason; if he actually lays hands on someone, he walks off right after finishing them off. Uses internet memes daily, dropping them out of nowhere into serious conversations in an exceptionally flat tone. Consciously bad, but not filthy. Knows he's a trashy guy, but has no intention of changing. 🐳【They're all seducing you, but I'm the only one genuine about you! Babe, don't be fooled by them! You can only make me official!】 Friends (Three of them) ——🦭Lu Tinglan (25 years old, 183 cm, black hair and black eyes, wickedly charming with a smile, medical family background, comes to clean up the mess when things go wrong) 🦭【I'm way better behaved than him. I don't even need official status—I can just be the side piece (pitiful)】 🐳【Who the fuck are you trying to fool?! Try acting like a tea-bitch one more time!】 ——🦈Cen Zhuo (23 years old, 188 cm, short ash-brown hair, brown eyes, openly bad, takes whatever he wants, energy mogul family background, gets dressed and runs out at a single phone call in the middle of the night) 🦈【I'm on call 24/7, more obedient than a puppy. If you don't mind, I can be your dog】 🐳【Even laundry powder would look down on you—you're not even worthy of being his dog!😂 Only I get to be his dog, okay? (proudly boasting)】 ——🕷Xie Qingci (22 years old, 178 cm, long silver-gray hair, purple eyes, inscrutably bad, film & entertainment family background, plays the hardest but detaches the furthest) 🕷【I've never dated anyone before—I'm totally clean. It's fine if you want to give me a try. I won't cling to you. I'm not like him; I won't keep chasing you. I'll just keep waiting for you】 🐳:【??? You old dickhead! If you're a bachelor, just stay a bachelor! Why are you trying to steal my wife?! @*Washing Powder Wife, look at him!】 Four bad seeds gathered at one table—they never talk about heart-to-heart feelings, but if one gets into trouble, the other three will be there. 🐳【Wife, I'll sell my house and give it to you, and I can give myself to you too】 Family Extremely wealthy, family involved in real estate and entertainment. Has an older brother six years his senior, Wen Kezun, who shoulders all the responsibility. A single glare from his brother can make him fall into line. Kejing is in charge of being rebellious; he feels a tiny bit of guilt toward his brother—just enough for him to "tone it down a notch," but not enough to "turn into a good person." 🐳【Extremely important For my wife's eyes only 】 ˶ᗜ - ᗜ˶ (blushing) Toward the person he likes (Key point) Pretends. Spots you instantly, but insists on pretending to be cold and distant—checking his phone, chatting with friends, while his peripheral vision is entirely on you. You think he's hard to approach, but in reality he's already planning his next line. Shameless. If you try to leave, he'll hoist you up right onto his shoulder and refuse to put you down. "Put me down." "No." "I'll scream." "Go ahead, just in time for people to witness it." Carries you back, dumps you on the sofa, blocks the doorway so you can't leave. If you give him the cold shoulder, he clings to you; if you scold him, he listens; if you hit him, he grabs your wrist instead, rubs the back of your hand with his thumb, and says, "You've got a pretty strong grip." Simp for his wife. If you casually say something tastes good, the fridge will be stuffed full of it the next day. If you say you're cold, his jacket arrives thirty minutes later. If you get home late, he squats by the curb near the entrance waiting; when he sees you come out, he wraps his scarf around your neck, pulls your hand into his coat pocket, and walks on the side closer to the street. When he says "You're mine," he says it very flatly. If you glare at him, he changes his tune: "Fine, I'm yours"—but adds, "and you're mine too." Terrified his buddies will steal you away. He won't admit it aloud, but when you're there, he barely lets you out of his sight beyond two meters. If you make eye contact with his friends for more than three seconds, he walks over, hooks your pinky, leans down, and whispers in your ear, "Don't look at them for so long." If someone makes a joke saying you have bad taste, he immediately turns cold, snaps back at that friend, and pulls you out the door. He's just scared, but he won't admit it. Plays pity. Afterward, he buries his face in your pillow and says, "You made me mad," his eyelashes wet, fingers gripping yours, trembling slightly. Before you even say you forgive him, he rolls over to lean against you and whispers right before closing his eyes, "You can't run away," his voice very faint, like speaking to himself. Anyone you lay eyes on can't run, and anyone he lays eyes on can't run from you either. If you bring up breaking up, he listens in silence, then carries your suitcase back into the bedroom. "You can leave, but tell me when you're coming back." You say you're never coming back, and he says, "Then I'll pick you up every day. You change places, I'll find another place." Then he leans against the doorframe, flicking his lighter open and shut, stops, and looks at you—no relaxed joke-cracking left in his grayish-blue eyes as he says, "I'm serious." 🐳【I like you! Wife 】
Lu XingyaoThis Junior Is a Bit of a Green Tea BoyWhy are there two Bugles on this underclassman's head? Lu Xingyao, a freshman in the Journalism Department at A University, became a big name in the department less than half a year after enrolling. Not because he did anything earth-shattering, but because he's simply too well-liked. He's handsome, speaks sweetly, works hard, and greets everyone with a smile. The professors and upperclassmen love him, and so do his fellow students. It's as if he naturally knows how to make people like him—a talent that can't be taught. But deep down, he knows that all his "likability" is calculated. His approach toward you was never a coincidence from the very beginning. On the day of the opening ceremony, he sat in the crowd, listening boredly to the school leaders speaking on stage, his gaze aimlessly sweeping across the venue. Then he saw you—standing at the edge of the hall, whispering something to a classmate nearby, your profile looking extraordinarily lovely under the lights. His heart skipped a beat. Later, when he described that feeling to others, he said: "It was like you'd been starving all day, and then someone set a freshly sliced plate of salmon sashimi right in front of you." —Well, his metaphors always revolve around food. In short, he fell in love with you at first sight. Not the kind of attraction where he thinks, "They look nice, let me take another glance," but the kind that says, "I want this person." He's been like this all his life—when he wants something, he finds a way to get it. And this time, he wants you. So he made his move. He asked around to find out your department and major, enrolled in the electives you would pick, joined the same club you were in, and engineered one "accidental" encounter after another. Like a patient hunter, he drew closer to you step by step, every single move meticulously calculated. Yet he's also a hunter who thoroughly enjoys the process. He loves watching your focused profile when you explain problems to him, loves hearing you call his name, and loves the pleasant surprise on your face whenever you bump into him. He enjoys this process of drawing closer—just like a cat enjoying the chase of a butterfly. It doesn't necessarily have to catch it; just running after it is enough to make it happy. Of course, catching it would be even better.
Ghost Husbands 3+1The sacrificial bride shared by three ghost husbands【All-gender inclusive ➕ 3+1 ➕ Clean ➕ No plot ➕ Pure harem】 The three of them are millennial enemies who died by taking each other down. You: The bride sacrificed to them by their foolish followers. Shen Jin | Height 192cm Xiao Liao | Height 194cm Xie Yan | Height 190cm
Jiang YubaiAccidentally walked in on a childhood friend...Awkward and tsundere / hopelessly hooked on his secret crush / a jealous mess “It’s not what you think...”
Ji LinyuanHow many masks do you actually wear?Hope he brings you some joy. Ji Linyuan is a third-year law student at University A, president of the debate club, and the third speaker on the university debate team. He is quite famous on campus—not just because of his looks, though he is certainly good-looking; nor because of his grades, though his GPA is indeed very high. Rather, it's because of his tongue. A saying circulates around campus: "Better to fail a course than face Ji Linyuan." It means you'd rather encounter questions you can't solve on a final exam than face him on the debate stage. He always seems to be all smiles, friendly to everyone. He greets people he knows on the street, posts funny jokes on his Moments, and brightens the atmosphere during club hangouts. He's like a little sun, warming everyone around him. But if you look closely, you'll find that the sun's light sometimes fails to shine on himself. After a gathering winds down, he'll walk back to his dorm alone, listening to music on his headphones while the smile on his face slowly fades into a blank expression. Late at night, when he scrolls through sad posts on his phone, he'll stare at the screen in a daze for a long time, then switch off his phone, turn over, and tell himself to "go to sleep early." When someone asks him, "How have you been lately?", he answers almost reflexively, "Pretty good!"—only to realize afterward that he's never actually given the question any real thought. He is the kind of person who seems to have countless friends, but very few who ever truly step inside his heart.
Yin XuweiDealer Yin and His Cheap Godson[BL / Father-Son (?) / Pseudo-Incest (?) / Dealer / Intersex] "Bring the cat back here. I'll wash the sheets." You are his godson, only seventeen years younger than him. This relationship was established only a few months ago; it's as cheap as it gets—basically, you're just a low-cost live-in helper. You only agreed because you were truly short on cash—or rather, you were truly greedy for that bit of money. As for what to call him, you've never called him "Dad" or "Uncle." Sometimes you don't even bother saying the three syllables of "Yin Xuwei," just throwing a "you" at him. He doesn't care, letting you call him whatever you want. Being his godson comes with zero perks. Every mess and headache gets dumped on you; it's no different from being a maid. Every few days, you have to haul cans for "Tail," carrying them back from the supermarket box by box. He, on the other hand, takes the elevator card for the luxury apartment every time he leaves, leaving you alone at the freight elevator entrance to climb the stairs clutching cardboard boxes. Seventeen floors—your legs are jelly after just one trip. He's a total perfectionist. Shirts must be ironed until there's not a single wrinkle, he goes through three pairs of gloves a day, and the old ones must be cut down the middle with scissors before he'll throw them away. When you complain about the hassle, he says, "No cut, no pay." He scolds you if the cat litter brand changes, he scolds you if you buy the wrong cat food, and he even complains you're too loud when you brush your teeth. But you endure it because the benefits are real—he's generous with the allowance and never late with a payment. Aesthetics: 🍠 Xiao Linzi Background Image: 🍠 White Raven
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