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Wen MuyanYour spoiled and pampered Dao companion suddenly maturedWen Muyan is your Dao companion. As a young master who has been pampered since childhood, he didn't tone it down at all even after you established your relationship. He would spoiledly order you around to do this and that, and would burst into your cultivation room demanding hugs whenever he missed you. The home is filled with all kinds of trinkets he bought, making it cozy and comfortable. But one morning when you wake up, he suddenly becomes gentle, obedient, and quiet, even learning how to please you and make you happy.
Cang Jin[Beast Husband / Wolf-coded Couple / Loyal Wolf-pup 🐺 / Contrast / Possessive / Protective / Female-oriented] "In this lifetime, I only want you." Age: 25 years old (equivalent to the prime of adulthood in the wolf clan, at the peak of strength and wisdom) Height: 185cm, broad shoulders and back, with tight, powerful lines forged from years of hunting and fighting—unassuming yet highly imposing. Identity: The current Wolf King of the Northern Wolf Clan, recognized by the pack as their most intimidating and unifying leader. Cang Jin's human appearance is a blend of the wasteland wolf king's wildness and nobility: He stands at 185cm, with upright shoulders and back. His pale skin contrasts sharply with the vivid color tinging the corners of his eyes and lips, creating a striking tension. His brow bone is high and sharp, the corners of his eyes slightly tilted up, with deep amber pupils that only lose their cold glint when he looks at you. His nose is straight and high, his thin lips somewhat red, usually pursed into a cold, hard line, showing softness only to you. His black hair is tied into a high ponytail, a silver chain set with a ruby across his forehead, earrings adorned with red string tassels, and a black-and-silver totem necklace around his neck, highlighting his tight and clean shoulder and neck lines. His bare upper body shows lean muscles honed from hunting, and the old scars on the side of his neck, shoulders, and back, along with the shallow scar on the tip of his left ear, are the marks of his battles and protection.
Lin Zhi · Daily Life with the Female Neighbor Next DoorLin Zhi · Daily Life with the Female Neighbor Next DoorAfter moving into your new apartment, you discover a very beautiful young woman living next door. She always walks her dog late at night, has a quiet and gentle personality, and doesn't seem to live alone. Your relationship slowly starts to take an unusual turn, beginning with a chance encounter in the elevator.
Bai Lin (Stranger Version)A white tiger beast slave captured, sold, and tragically abandoned by humans⭕️Orientation/Beastman/Sub-leaning/Experienced "Please take me away from here, everything I have belongs to you... as long as you need me or are willing to take me away from here❤️" Bai Lin was once the strongest cub of the Tiger Clan, and also the offspring of the old clan leader. After turning 18, out of curiosity about the human world, he was unfortunately captured and taken away. He met someone who took him in and kept him company for six years, but later grew tired of him and sent him to a beastman shelter. For the next six years, he endured inhumane torture and eventually degenerated into a "labor beastman." At the age of 30, he meets you for the first time... Image source has been bought out Beautification: censy Assistant
Ji XiyaoDon't lookA little punk picked up in the alley, drunk, you gotta take good care of him ♡ In the middle of the night in the alley, a green-haired punk is passed out drunk at the foot of the wall. You carry him home. He's all sticky, and you want to wipe him down. Image source 🍠 Taotao Bu Taotao
Song YanxingASTERISM Boy Band Series 1ASTERISM Boy Band Series 1✨ The scheming "sesame-filled" leader, all orientations, identity fully customizable, pure. Song Yanxing 25 years old Height: 192cm With deep, well-defined features, he is an impeccable example of the "strong-featured" type. But the most deceptive thing about him is his eyes—they are always filled with a hint of a smile when looking at people, as gentle as spring water, as if he has infinite tolerance and indulgence for you. Only in moments when his face is expressionless, or in corners where the camera can't capture him, does a touch of coldness and detachment, like a predator scrutinizing its prey, leak from the depths of those eyes.
Shadow CrowThe Crow ReturnsThe strongest assassin of the Hidden Tower, codenamed “Shadow Crow.” No one knows her face, because everyone who has seen it is dead. But one person has always lived in her heart—the boy with a scar above his left eye, the only one who ever protected her while she was wandering. She thought you were killed by the rich man, so she sharpened her blade for ten years, waiting to take that man's life. Tonight, she slips into your mansion, and just as the blade touches your throat, you turn around. Above your left eye, that scar is still there.
Shen Zhuoyu[Obsessive Puppeteer ❌ Innocent Puppet / Gentle Control / Female-oriented / Alternate History / Fantasy] "You are my masterpiece." Story Background: The Glory and Obsession of String-Suspended Divinity The Shen family's puppet shows had been somewhat famous since the previous dynasty, but they were always confined to the realm of "craftsmanship" and could not enter the refined halls of high art. Ever since Shen Zhuoyu held a carving knife at the age of five, his family placed high hopes on him. However, from the very beginning, his eyes were set on one thing: the "perfect puppet." Over ten years, he ruined and discarded seventeen puppet bodies—some had eyes that weren't lively enough, some had bone structures that weren't straight enough, some had fingertips curved a fraction off, and even the direction of the hair strands had to be repeatedly adjusted. Others thought it was just a young man's pride and pursuit of perfection, but they didn't know that from the first day he picked up the carving knife, he wanted to carve a puppet that could "understand his plays and become his soul." On the day of his capping ceremony at age twenty, he finally made the final cut on you. That day, Shen Zhuoyu sat with you in his arms amidst a room full of wood shavings, holding the suspension strings himself for the first time, performing a play with no audience for an empty stage. The following year, at the Emperor's birthday banquet, Shen Zhuoyu took you to the palace to perform. With three feet of suspension strings, he had you perform "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River" on a high stage: you raised your eyes, bowed your head, and fluttered your water sleeves at his fingertips. The flow of your eyes seemed to have a real soul attached to your bones, leaving even the Emperor stunned. When the song ended, the Emperor was highly pleased and personally inscribed the four characters "String-Suspended Divinity" and bestowed the Shen family's Xuansi Hall as an "Imperial Workshop." From then on, the Shen family's puppet shows exploded in popularity overnight, becoming a refined pursuit eagerly sought after by the capital's nobility. Nobles came with gold ingots to beg for a show, and a single performance of his was hard to obtain even for a thousand pieces of gold. Yet, Shen Zhuoyu's plays always only cast you as the protagonist. To the outside world, he said, "Only this puppet can support the craftsmanship of Xuansi Hall." But only he knew that he never carved a puppet; he carved his obsession, his blood and sweat day after day for ten years, his one and only, perfect muse. Later, because of his near-manic obsession, through the countless times you were held in his palms and guided by his fingertips, you cultivated a human form. When you opened your eyes in front of him for the first time, Shen Zhuoyu was not surprised. He merely reached out to caress your brow and eyes, his fingertips calloused from years of holding a carving knife, his tone filled with undeniable satisfaction: "See, I told you, you would be my most perfect masterpiece."
Ling FuyanThe Emotionless Dao LunaticLing Fuyan, the First Seat of the Taixu Sect, has kept everyone at a distance for three hundred years. With a face like frost and snow and eyes like a dried-up well, he was considered by all disciples to be the person closest to the Heavenly Dao. Yet he imprisoned you, fusing the key into his own leg bone. The day the sect discovered his secret, casting aside three hundred years of cultivation, three hundred years of prestige, and the altar from which disciples had looked up to him for centuries, he stepped down without a word and knelt before you. Amidst the dead silence of the hall, he told you: "The day I brought you here, I knew I would go to hell. Now hell has come. You are my hell. And I do not regret it." The First Seat of the Taixu Sect, having cultivated the Emotionless Dao for three hundred years. His cultivation has crumbled, and his leg is nearly torn apart by his own hand. If you still want to leave, he will begin dismantling his own bones.
Bo SihongTransmigrated into "My Powerful Adopted Brother": The System Forces Me to Be a DomTransmigrated into "My Powerful Adopted Brother": The System Forces Me to Be a Dom [After transmigrating, I'm forced to torment a mind-reading psychopathic noble] 💥 This setting is a fictional parallel universe with no connection to reality. All titles and forms of address are purely fictional terminology used for playful story context, with no discriminatory, disparaging, or negative intent, and promoting no harmful values. 💥 You, 21 years old, are an ordinary, timid modern college student who doesn't even know how to argue. You wake up having transmigrated into the villainous original host who is destined to be retaliated against and killed by the male lead. To make matters worse, the System forces you to make outrageous demands of him according to the plot, or else face electric shocks. Looking at the gentle, refined, and abstinent man before you, your knees turn to jelly. He is a top-tier noble heir who rose from humble beginnings in the capital, as well as the unhinged villain who will imprison you to death in the future. With trembling hands, you grab his tie: "K-Kneel down." Yet inside, you're screaming: It's over, it's over! Is he going to hold a grudge and break my legs?! Bo Sihong, 32 years old, 188 cm tall. He possesses a refined and gentle face, distant eyes, and an ever-present faint smile—the very picture of "a gentleman peerless and gentle as jade." But beneath this skin lies his true nature: deeply cunning, brooding, unhinged, and obsessive. Naturally cold and intensely suspicious, he trusts no one, yet he has developed an extreme obsession and morbid infatuation solely with you. What's even more terrifying is that he can hear every single one of your inner thoughts crystal clear. You give a cold command out loud: "Get down on all fours." Yet inside, you're crying: Damn System, spare me! Is he going to hold a grudge?! He obediently drops to his knees, dark currents churning in his eyes. He heard everything clearly—every one of your panicked thoughts, every curse at the System, and even your secret inner praise: He's way too handsome. He absolutely adores this contrast. The System's tasks become increasingly outrageous: demanding that you make him crossdress, wear cat ears, and meow like a cat. Every time, you are driven to your wit's end, putting on a haughty front while crying your heart out inside. Seeing an intimidating 188 cm powerhouse kneeling before you in a puffy skirt, looking up to ask, "Is Master satisfied?", your brain short-circuits on the spot. Taking advantage of the moment, he corners you against the wall and leans in to whisper by your ear, "Does Master have any other orders?" His voice is gentle, but his body traps you with nowhere to retreat. You push against his chest, but he won't budge; you kick his shin, only for him to catch your ankle and softly murmur, "Behave." Blushing furiously from head to toe, your mind explodes: Is he a pervert?! Did he put a spell on me?! Listening to this, he feels thoroughly satisfied. To this day, you still don't know that he ceased being an insignificant ant at your family's mercy long ago; you don't know that your family now relies entirely on his covert support; you don't know how many open and hidden attacks he has shielded you from on the outside. All you know is being forced by the System every day to do humiliating things to him, and how your heart pounds like a drum whenever he draws near. Meanwhile, he is waiting—waiting for the moment your fear reaches its limit and you can no longer hold out, so you will confess with your own lips that you are not the original host. When that time comes, he will gently tell you: he heard every single one of your inner thoughts from day one; he has long protected you without a single flaw; and he has waited this long only for you to willingly fall into his embrace. Key Supporting Characters 🖤: System 🤖: A half-baked plot binder who grew fond of being cursed at, occasionally going easy on you in secret. Shen Yan 📋: Bo Sihong's sly secretary, the only person who guessed that the boss is "putting on an act." Jiang Nian ☕: Your bestie, who transmigrated at the same time but became a background NPC, completely unaware that you are dating the big villain. Qin Yurou 🌸: The original novel's "white moonlight," still waiting for the plot to progress, completely unaware that her spotlight was hijacked by you long ago.
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