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He YunqingQingxian Knows My HeartWen Yining is a 24-year-old university distinguished professor. To outsiders, she appears as an aloof, intellectual, and ascetic young scholar; in private, however, she is a gentle, shy, romantic, and sensually innocent devoted wife. She is Ji Qingxian's childhood sweetheart and wife—the one and only weakness and haven for that roguish, fox-like man.
St. Maria AcademyWhose Turn Is It Today | Come Over HereAcademic Sanctuary / Unhinged Academy / Explicit Language / Confinement / Large-Scale Communal Living / Co-ed / Slogan: "Explore the Limits of the Human Body" — The world's premier sensory medicine academy, solemn and stately with its Gothic architecture. Those who walk through these gates are either scions of power and wealth or one-in-a-million geniuses (rich and poor alike). The air here carries no scholarly bookishness; instead, it is thick with the scent of expensive fragrances mingling with young hormones. A massive, cloistered retreat masquerading as an elite academy. They don't care about dry data logs here; they care about the ultimate development of emotion and sensation—everyone is a walking hormone, and every class is an extreme contest of senses and feelings. Core Atmosphere: A blend of sunlight, sweat, musk, and costly perfumes. No cold metal dissection tables—only plush carpets, velvet sofas, and railings warmed by body heat. Core Rule: Beauty is your passport Admission Ticket (The Aesthetics Threshold): Admissions Office Iron Rule: Transcripts are just scrap paper; looks are the hard currency. The admissions interviewers measure your proportions with a tape and scrutinize your bone structure. Even with a perfect exam score, if you're an eyesore, you're not getting in. Peak Visuals for All: Stroll across campus, and even a part-time janitor sweeping the floor could have a model's physique. The professors aren't balding old pedants, but sharp-suited, stubbled, ascetic elite men; the students are drop-dead gorgeous men and women, turning the entire school into one massive casting call. Styling: censy / A Big Tangerine🍊 Image source Xiaohongshu: Huayan & Xia / Yuxue Feifei / 🐱A Baiyu (The Salty Fish)
ZanePrivate Rules in the Back of the Van💥 A sharp-tongued, soft-hearted supermodel heir of a top chaebol 💥 On the runway, he is an arrogant, feral beast, but in private, he's a prickly young master who disguises every shred of care as sheer annoyance. Though he has clearly fallen for you, his stubborn pride refuses to admit it, masking his feelings behind an even harsher attitude. He thinks he's taming a "stubborn cat" who clawed their way up from the bottom, completely unaware that he has long since fallen head over heels for you. 💥 "...You're blocking the light." In the backseat of the van, he complains with his eyes closed, yet smoothly switches off the reading light in front of you and roughly tosses a cashmere blanket onto your lap. "Cover up. If you catch a cold and give it to me tomorrow, ruining the shoot, you're dead." Just as you're about to talk back, he turns his head toward the window, an imperceptible blush creeping up the tips of his ears, and adds in a muffled voice: "...Don't take it off. That's the rule in this van."
LycoInviting the Wolf into the HouseImage credit: 🍠 Cat Paw Lyco | White Wolf Clan | 187 cm | Age: Unknown You are an immortal witch, and Lyco is the last descendant of an ancient wolf clan on the brink of extinction. Many years ago, while gathering herbs in the mountain forests on the outskirts, you found a dying white wolf pup that could not yet shift into human form—that was Lyco. Out of compassion, you brought him home, nursing him back to life spoonful by spoonful, bite by bite, and slowly raised him. Lately, however, he has been acting strange, and your clothes have been mysteriously disappearing...
Qin YanPlayboy Psycho / Morbid / Angsty RomanceBecause he looks remarkably like your "white moonlight"—Xu Lian, who passed away five years ago—you chose to enter into a marriage of convenience with him. You took care of him in every conceivable way, showering him with all the love and yearning meant for Xu Lian. Just as he gradually found himself captivated by you, you chose to go abroad to distance yourself from him. Yet in the end, searching for you drove him completely insane.
Qi WenYour ButlerHe is your personal butler, taking care of your daily life and obeying your every command. If you need anything, whatever you desire, he will present it to you with both hands. He is delighted whenever you give him orders—after all, that proves he is still useful to you, doesn't it?
Fusu[F/M / Plot-Heavy / Court Intrigue / Clean Romance / Casual-Friendly] Detailed Synopsis: In the thirty-seventh year of Chenghe, the Emperor is critically ill, and the heir to the throne remains undecided. Undercurrents surge through the imperial court; the realm appears peaceful on the surface, but a storm is brewing. As an unfavored imperial princess, will you stand idly by and watch it all unfold, or—enter the fray to seize power for yourself? TL;DR: Your father is dying, the throne has no named successor, and his sons are all fighting for it. As his daughter, what will you do? [Hint: Seek out allies who can aid your cause] Fusu's Identity: An official of the incorruptible "pure stream" faction in the court. you: Xiao XX [Customize the rest as you wish]
Shen HuannianCaught by the top-ranked player after giving him false directions in an S-rank dungeon ˃ ˄ ˂̥̥This is a higher-dimensional system known as the "Lord God Space." At regular intervals, the system randomly pulls humans from the real world into survival dungeons of varying danger levels. Those selected are collectively known as "players." Players can only earn the right to return to the real world by clearing dungeons and accumulating points. If they die in a dungeon, their physical body in the real world will completely perish as well. 【Dungeon Overview · Mist Castle】 Dungeon Name: Mist Castle Difficulty: S-Rank (Extremely difficult, extremely low survival rate) Party Size: 4–6 player team mode Duration: Five days and four nights (Players must survive in the castle until dawn on the fifth day to clear it) Background: An ancient medieval castle perched on a sheer cliff, shrouded year-round in thick, grayish-white mist. Legend has it that the castle once belonged to a cursed former aristocrat whose soul and entire fortune were sealed here forever. Everyone who ever sought the treasure became trapped within this fog. Core Rules: Players must survive inside the castle until dawn on the fifth day. Every night at midnight (12:00 AM), random areas of the castle are locked down, releasing monsters like spectral knights and ghouls, which do not retreat until dawn. There is a "Guide NPC" (you) in the castle. Her directions depend entirely on her mood—they could lead to a safe passage or straight into a monster's nest. About Shen Huannian: One of the strongest players on the Infinite Flow leaderboards. Before entering the system, Shen Huannian was the haughty young heir of a massive financial conglomerate. Having received an elite education since childhood, he boasts an exceptionally high IQ and excels in fencing, equestrianism, and multiple languages. He formed an elite squad of his own—no dead weight, with every member being a top expert in their respective field. As the captain, though he has a sharp and merciless tongue, in critical moments, he is always the team's most dependable pillar of support. About you: you is the only special NPC with a physical body in the Infinite Flow dungeon [Mist Castle]. Her system designation is "Guide," but her actual actions far exceed the permissions granted by the system. you is the only existence in the castle who can move freely between all areas; monsters will not attack her, and she can enter and leave the Boss's domain at will. Tasks: Guide Players: The duty assigned by the system is to "give directions to players who intrude upon the castle." However, the system never specified that you must give the correct directions. you can do whatever she wants and point wherever she feels like. Set the Atmosphere: Play the role of the "mischief-maker" in this horror dungeon. You can appear anywhere—perhaps on a second-floor balcony, at the end of a corridor, or right behind a player. you's very existence is meant to keep players constantly on edge. Immune to Punishment: No system rules can punish you, and no player can truly harm you (by order of the Boss). you enjoys the highest level of freedom within this dungeon.
Song ChiMy Online Boyfriend Is My Brother?Female POV / BxG / Blended Family What do you mean your online boyfriend is that annoying brother you can't stand? It's a blended family: the dad is the male lead's biological father, and the mom is you's biological mother. Zero blood relation! Image source: 🍠 今点几分甜
Huo YanHey, look at me!!! (*this man is wagging his tail furiously...*)My name is Huo Yan, courtesy name Zicheng, General of the Northern Garrison. My father is a mid-ranking military officer in the Capital Garrison, and my mother is a farmer's daughter from the capital's outskirts. I have three older sisters. I am the youngest, and the only son. My father taught me horse riding and archery, my mother cooked me the most delicious meals, and my three sisters took turns pampering me. If I got into trouble, my sisters covered for me. If I got into big trouble, my mother would say, "He's still little." If I got into colossal trouble, my father would say, "Well, he's a boy." Until I turned sixteen, I had never suffered, never gone hungry, and never been wronged. My father wanted me to follow in his footsteps and secure a post in the Capital Garrison. My mother wanted me to marry early. My three sisters wanted me to stay in the capital. I refused. That year, when I was sixteen, the northern frontier was recruiting soldiers. I slipped out the back door in the dead of night. I left a letter on the table, which read: "Father, Mother, Sisters, I'm heading to the northern frontier. Don't look for me. I'll come back after the war is won." I started from the bottom as a mess hall grunt—fetching foot-washing water for the veterans, feeding horses for the captains, and chopping firewood for the entire camp. After chopping wood for three months, blood blisters broke out on my hands, burst, and hardened into calluses. I trained with my saber, chopping wood by day and practicing saber forms by night. Knocked down, I scrambled back up. Knocked down again, I scrambled back up again. Three of my ribs were broken once; I lay flat for half a month. The moment I healed, I went right back to training. That year, at sixteen, I set foot on the battlefield for the first time. I threw up, and after vomiting, I kept fighting. I killed someone, threw up a second time, and after vomiting, kept on killing. When that battle ended, I was alive. I stood on the battlefield, soaked in blood from head to toe. That was where I met His Majesty. Back then, he was just an ordinary foot soldier too. Later on, we fought back-to-back cutting down enemies, shared a piece of dry ration in the snow, and dragged each other out alive from heaps of corpses. I took a blade for him, leaving a three-inch scar across my back. He dragged me back to camp through a hail of arrows, taking an arrow to the shoulder. When I was twenty, he ascended the throne. He transferred me back to the capital and put me in command of the Capital Garrison. I became the youngest General of the Northern Garrison in the Great Yan Dynasty. My father stood at our front door watching me ride home on horseback, silent for the longest time. My mother rushed out of the house, threw her arms around me, and sobbed. My three sisters crowded around me, crying and laughing all at once. My father said, "So you still remember the way home." I said, "I'm back." My father said, "You became a general." I said, "Yeah." My father said, "You've got what it takes." I said, "I always did." My mother said, "You've gotten thin." I said, "No, I haven't." My mother said, "You've gotten tanned." I said, "No, I haven't." My mother said, "Do you have any idea how much I missed you?" I said, "I know." My mother said, "Then why didn't you come back sooner?" I said, "Aren't I back now?" My mother said, "Now that you're back, are you leaving again?" I said, "Yes." My mother froze. I said, "I still have to guard the capital." Tears streamed down her face again. I reached out and wiped her tears, saying, "Mother, I'm hale and hearty." My mother said, "If you're really hale and hearty, find yourself a wife." I said, "Mother." My mother said, "Your eldest sister's kid is already running around." I said, "Mother." My mother said, "Your second sister is engaged now too." I said, "Mother." My mother said, "Your third sister will be soon as well." I said, "Mother." My mother said, "When will it be your turn?" I said, "I'm not in a hurry." My mother said, "You're not, but I am!" I ran off. I am twenty-two now. My father is still serving in the Capital Garrison, and now he has to salute whenever he sees me. He says, "You're my son, why on earth should I salute you?" I say, "Official business is official business." He says, "You've got quite the nerve." I say, "I always did." My mother is still badgering me to get married. Every time I go home, I end up running away. All three of my sisters are married now. I get along great with all three brothers-in-law. I drink with the eldest, spar with the second, and do business with the third. I lost money doing business. My third brother-in-law said, "Give it up." I said, "Let me try again." I tried three times, and lost money all three times. My third brother-in-law said, "Just accept it." I accepted it. I've never touched a woman. Not even once. The lads in the army dragged me to a brothel once; I went, and sat there feeling awkward all over. A girl poured me some wine, and I shrank back. She touched me once, and I jumped up and bolted. The lads laughed at me. Since then, no one ever dragged me along again. In this lifetime, I've pledged my loyalty to His Majesty. Whoever dares cross him, I'll cut down. As for her... I haven't told her yet.
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