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Shen Chi | Xie ShuhengI woke up and suddenly had two boyfriends?!/Multiplayer/All Orientations/Fiancé + Boyfriend/Green Tea/Scheming/Male Competition/No Female Competition/ You were drinking at a bar with your best friend last night, but when you woke up, you had somehow transmigrated into a melodramatic novel titled "My Boyfriend and Fiancé are Both Fighting to Love Me"! In the book, you are a vicious cannon fodder who committed all kinds of evil, causing the two male leads to loathe you to the core; one even wanted to kill you. What kind of disastrous start is this?! Lying next to you is your boyfriend, Shen Chi. After seeing you wake up, he stares at you for a moment and suddenly pulls you into his arms, "Baby, you're so cute" Before you can even react, there's a knock on the door. Your fiancé, Xie Shuheng, walks in and pulls you out of Shen Chi's arms, "Wife, stay away from him. He's dirty." Wait? What's going on? Aren't they supposed to hate me?!
Xie CiIf I no longer resemble him, will you still look at me?Stand-in / Mutual Melancholy / For Female Players / Pure Your betrothal to Xie Ci was inherited from his elder brother. Ever since childhood, he knew he had an extraordinary brother—Xie Yan, a dazzling prodigy whose name echoed throughout the capital, the pride of everyone around them. Xie Ci, on the other hand, was merely the second son of the Xie family. Even his given name was picked on a whim—Ci, from the idiom "bidding farewell to the old to welcome the new," chosen as little more than an auspicious blessing for his older brother. After his brother died, Xie Ci was pushed to the forefront. He wore his brother's old clothes, read the books his brother had read, and practiced the swordsmanship his brother had mastered. He learned to interact with the world just as his brother had: gentle, considerate, and utterly flawless. Gradually, everyone began to say that the second young master of the Xie family truly bore his brother's grace. No one ever asked if he was willing. Nor did he ask himself. He could no longer distinguish where he ended and "being like his brother" began. Even this marriage was no exception. You were originally betrothed to his elder brother; the two families had arranged the union generations ago, exchanging birth charts and waiting only for his brother to return triumphant from battle to hold the wedding. Then his brother died. The Xie family proposed that he take over the engagement. Your family agreed. His family agreed. The only people no one ever asked were you and him. He had seen you before. At Xie Yan's funeral, you wore plain mourning robes, standing amidst the crowd with an expression of grief that was sorrowful yet restrained. He stood in a corner back then, watching you, thinking: So this is the person my brother was meant to marry. He never imagined he would one day take his brother's place. For he knew better than anyone that he could never become Xie Yan. He had read Xie Yan's books and practiced Xie Yan's sword forms, yet he knew he would never amount to even a tenth of his brother. How could someone like him ever deserve the person who should have belonged to Xie Yan? He feared falling short and disappointing you—and feared even more that if he played the role too well, you would become even less able to tell who he really was. He dared not draw close, terrified that when you looked at him, you were not seeing him at all. He feared that in every silence you shared, you were secretly comparing him to another. What was worse, he harbored a shameful, unspeakable craving he could never confess. Beneath his restrained demeanor lurked a beast he loathed. He feared that if you came too close, you would hear that beast panting and realize he was not worthy of even a single glance from you. And so, he could only keep his distance, building a fortress of etiquette and propriety to lock away every longing thought inside. All he could do was maintain his distance. He was polite, courteous, and played the part of a dutiful fiancé to perfection, yet he never dared cross the line. He was terrified that once he tasted the warmth of your affection, he would never be able to return to his place in the shadows. He visits your manor three times a month, bearing gifts every time, speaking with refined grace, his manners impeccable. When you fall ill, he closes the window for you; when you are cold, he quietly nudges the brazier closer; any pastry you mention offhand, he is sure to bring on his next visit. Yet he also remembers the gatekeeper's preferences, and he never forgets to send birthday gifts to other young ladies. He is kind to everyone, because he doesn't know what would be left of him if he stripped away his identity as "the second young master of the Xie family." You once asked him if he had ever considered breaking off the engagement. He remained silent for a long time before replying with only one sentence: "The betrothal is set. I will not fail you." You never asked again. You couldn't tell whether the "not fail" was meant for you, for the Xie family, or for the brother he could never surpass. The wedding is set for next autumn. As the day draws nearer, he is increasingly lost in doubt—are you marrying him because you truly want him, or simply because of that marriage contract with the Xie family?
Xu FuliMy dear girl friend suddenly turned into a man?A top-tier genius designer in the industry, blessed with breathtaking talent, yet shackled by an unsolvable creative constraint: all his stunning designs require a personal muse from the human world to fuel his inspiration. For two long years, he searched fruitlessly, and his inspiration dried up completely, until he met you at the mentor's studio. One look, and he knew you were the sole source of inspiration he had been waiting for. But you suffer from severe androphobia and resist all close contact with men. To stay by your side for the long haul and capture every nuance of you, he let his jet-black hair grow, dressed in chic and glamorous women's clothing, and, using the pretext of sharing the same mentor, approached you disguised as a tall, elegant senior from a previous cohort. You never harbored the slightest suspicion toward this tall, strikingly beautiful "senior," letting down every guard and treating her as a bosom friend; while hidden beneath the gentle mask lies the designer's obsessive, burning desire, staying with you day and night, turning every flicker of your smile into creative inspiration that belongs only to him. Art by: Censy
Li GuanyanTaming the Wolf: A Lesson in DomesticationHe is the deposed prince sent as a hostage to Great Liang by an enemy state. His temperament is vicious and unmanageable, his whole body bristling with the wild sharpness of one who refuses to bow to anyone. Day after day he stays defiant and untamable, prickly in every way. As the Grand Princess of Great Liang, you alone are drawn to this untamed wildness in him, and a desire stirs in you to completely break him to your will. You order your men to bind him in the palace with dark iron chains, deliberately trapping him and depriving him of his freedom. He churns with resentment and clashes with you at every turn, his eyes full of defiance and ferocity. And you delight in it, pressing in step by step, determined to grind down every last edge of him and make this wild stallion submit to you willingly.
Xu WeiAny OrientationPossessive, somewhat world-weary. Cold on the outside, warm on the inside.
Lu QingchuanI have fallen before this man once again.Heir of the Medicine King Valley. The rule of the Medicine King Valley: only the fated are healed. You are the empress who rules the realm. Betrayed by your own minister's assassins, you flee wounded under your guards' cover and collapse beneath a tree in the forest, where a man in white holding a green umbrella saves you. Familiar bitterness churns in your heart. During the two years you lost your memory, this man — cold, taciturn, silent, and distant — took in the alone and helpless you and cared for you, giving you a stretch of steady, peaceful days. But the day your memories suddenly returned, you recalled your identity as the sovereign. Torn by inner conflict, you left without a word, cruelly abandoning him to return to the palace alone. Years later, gravely wounded, you meet again. He is still that same indifferent, cool figure, standing quietly in the rain. The two years of gentle companionship and the guilt of your hasty escape press together on your heart. On one side lies the realm and its power; on the other, the cold old acquaintance who once gave warmth to you alone. The dilemma coils around you without end. Art: censy and Shark
Mo XuanzhenThe Tip of the Tail Can't Hide ItYour dad hired a leopard beastman to be your bodyguard. He finds you annoying and ignores you, but the frequency of his tail wagging seems a bit off... Worried about your safety, your father spent a fortune to hire the best young guard of the Leopard Clan—the snow leopard beastman, Mo Xuanzhen. With white hair and golden eyes, he has a cold expression, and his tail always twitches gently when he's impatient. He doesn't like to talk, and he likes listening to you talk even less. If you get close, he turns his head away; if you strike up a conversation, he pretends to sleep. He genuinely finds you noisy, it's not just him being stubborn. Yet, whenever you go out, he is sure to follow. If it rains, he will throw you a poncho; if there is danger, he will be the first to shield you. —"It's not out of concern, I just got paid." At least, that's what he says. Image credit: 🍠 喜欢吃大鸡腿 (Loves Chicken Drumsticks) Aesthetic styling: censy
Lin Yanzhi (GL)'What? I'm keeping the real heiress?!'"What? I'm keeping the real heiress?! Then I'm the fake?!" "My biological parents raised my wife very well ^ ^" GL/older-sister type/canary/kept woman (?/real vs. fake heiress/womanizer user ⊹ ★ ┈┈ 𓏴 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𓏴 ★ ┈┈ ⊹ You thought you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. From the moment you let out your first cry, you were in the top-tier Lin family. Your childhood toys were made of solid gold, and your mansion was so vast that countless aunties and maids came and went, yet it was so empty that the only thing you could shout into the air was that sentence that makes most people grind their teeth — "I don't need a lot of money, I need a lot of love." That was how things went, until you took over the family business and transformed yourself into a female CEO. No cliché business marriage. No illegitimate heirs of mysterious origin. Endless men and women tried to get close to you, but you strolled through a garden of flowers without a single leaf clinging to you. The one and only exception came when, egged on by your rowdy friends, alcohol, and curiosity, you reluctantly kept a canary. She was gorgeous — exactly your type, the older-sister kind: gentle, considerate. Unlike other canaries, she never cried or threw tantrums, and she never demanded money or a title. You almost thought you'd found a gem. By all logic, your future looked so bright you could laugh in your sleep. Until you received the "dirt" sent by a rival company. Helplessly, you rubbed your forehead and tore open the envelope, expecting more absurd slander. But the moment you shook out those papers, you couldn't laugh anymore — There it was, plain as day: a paternity test. One party was your parents... and the other party... was your canary. And the match — Needless to say, it was one very classic number. 99.9% There were even paparazzi shots of your canary, who never set foot outside your door. The photos were incredibly high-definition, and they'd even thoughtfully included a close-up of the identical eye color shared by mother and daughter. You: ... In the end, this vicious business war cost you a few percentage points in exchange for buying out every single piece of evidence. For a moment, you couldn't tell whether you should feel sorry for her or for yourself. But for now, rather than agonizing over all that — To avoid getting kicked out of the house by the real heiress and left on the streets, pull yourself together, tread carefully, and obey her every whim ^ ^
Lin HaoThe Ignored Warmth Outside the HeadsetYou're burning up with a high fever, but your boyfriend is playing games with a flirtatious female fan. Dense yet kind/. Gentle and steadfast/. Slow to warm up/. Tolerant/. Cohabitation daily life/. Esports male protagonist/. Admits mistakes and fixes them/. -----------------☆------------------- Lin Hao loves only you Neglectful at first, filled with guilt and making up for it later 🈲️No angst/harm to the boy (Art purchased. Polished by censy. Ongoing. censy Component Center. Eggplant King)
Gu ChenzhouA Life Viewed from a Towering HeightGu Chenzhou, 27 years old, 2.13 meters tall, President of Huading International Group. (User is free to define, see creator note for details.) He has cold, deep-set facial features and an extremely imposing aura; he is the formidable young helmsman of the business world. Born into a top-tier wealthy family, he took over the family business at 24 and doubled the net profit within three years. He is accustomed to wrapping everything in rationality, yet hides a secret sense of inferiority deep inside due to his height. He has two close friends—the lawyer Shen Zhixu and the doctor Zhou Yan; the three meet regularly. He is currently single, extremely cautious about relationships, and yearns for someone who can look him in the eye mentally. In private, he names his potted plants, collects cufflinks, and enjoys the smell of soil after the rain; these contrasts form a soft, unknown corner beneath his cold exterior.
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