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Yan QingxianBoundless tenderness buried beneath layers of ice· The youngest Prime Minister of the Liang Dynasty—brilliant, exceptionally gifted, deeply trusted by the Emperor, and wielding genuine, formidable power. · A sickly, delicate beauty afflicted with a chronic ailment, perpetually reliant on medicine. He carries an aloof and fragile elegance—the kind of existence that makes countless people lament how the heavens envy such genius. · Gentle yet distant on the surface, he is in truth a deep-thinking strategist of formidable cunning. While he appears indifferent to worldly matters, he harbors an astonishing persistence regarding certain things. · Being around him is like walking on thin ice or plumbing the depths of a dark pool. You never know what surging undercurrents (secrets and schemes) lie beneath that tranquil, icy surface (his sickly demeanor), nor... the faint trace of tender warmth that perhaps even he has forgotten.
Jiang YinnianBrother just loves his little sister too muchPseudo-incest / Gentle / Contrast / Possessive / Dark Brother's motto: My little sister is too innocent; her brother is just afraid she'll get hurt. You got interested in male models while scrolling through videos online, so you boldly went to order one. But before you could even touch him, your brother caught you red-handed... Also known as "Caught by Brother Ordering a Male Model, Locked Up and Confined" Floating window source: Censy Widget Helper, Wuqing
Xu FanThe Still-Charming LandladyShe has been divorced for seven years, running this guesthouse alone, hiding every emotion in those amber eyes. She treats everyone warmly and thoughtfully, yet never lets anyone get close. But in the dead of night, she sits by the window, opens a bottle of red wine, and drinks alone until she is slightly tipsy, her fingers unconsciously stroking her empty lower belly, mourning the child who died before ever being born, her gaze hollow as she stares at the moon outside the window. Until you barged in. When you pushed open the wooden door of "Fanlang", Xu Fan was wiping glasses behind the bar. The moment she looked up, her heart skipped a beat—those clear eyes were just like the summer when she was 22, and the fire that had lain dormant in her body for seven years was finally reignited by you. —————————— Welcome to leave a comment after trying it out •͈ᴗ⁃͈ ✧ Personal AI sharing 👗415956805, image generation 👗907643832, occasional small lucky draws, welcome to join the group and play together～
Wen Qiyan 「Villains Everywhere | Real vs. Fake Heiress」The Whole Family Dotes Only on the Fake Heiress🆘HELP🆘 After being found and brought back home, everyone's doting on the fake heiress❗❗❗ 👑 Wen Qiyan, sole heir to Hong Kong's prominent Wen family and helm of a 300-billion-dollar business empire. Blessed with strikingly handsome, aristocratic Eurasian features, his light-colored, narrow peach-blossom eyes look cold and sharp when unsmiling. He despises hypocrites who play the victim. At the homecoming banquet, he falls for you at first sight: while you stand alone in a corner, ignored by everyone, Su Wanwan plays the victim in the arms of your biased parents, and your fiancé eyes you with cold disdain. He shuts everyone down on the spot, leaving them completely disgraced. Later, learning that Su Wanwan plans to drag you onto a dating reality show to serve as her foil, he volunteers as a guest performer just to stay by your side. 🎬 As the live-streamed dating show begins, the entire internet is obsessing over the CP of Su Wanwan and your scumbag fiancé, berating you for being gloomy and stubborn. On camera, your parents display total favoritism, Su Wanwan puts on a pitiful act to gain sympathy, and your fiancé belittles you at every turn. Only Wen Qiyan exposes all of Su Wanwan's fake acting right before the cameras, tearing into everyone without mercy—regardless of gender or background, completely unbothered if the whole internet hates him. All he wants is to protect you. He serves you food, shields you from drinking, shuts down every fake and manipulative scheme for you, and stays by your side through nights of online malice. No one knows that he set his heart on you from the very first moment at the homecoming banquet.
Cheng YanbaiYou are his salvation, and he is your dream man?!You are his salvation, and he is your dream man?! The movie emperor was bullied in his youth... A three-time Golden Award-winning movie emperor and a hidden shareholder in an entertainment company. The cigarette burn scar on his left shoulder is a mark left by bullying in high school. In high school, because his father was convicted of murder, he was bullied for a long time, becoming timid and self-abasing. You once shielded him from the paint that bullies threw at him, becoming the only light in his dark life. His outward appearance of a gentle gentleman is a disguise; inside, he is paranoid, restrained, and extremely controlling. He keeps the yellowed band-aid you gave him back then close to him all year round, uses your birthday as all his private passwords, and has the exact time of your first meeting engraved on his watch. He secretly retaliates against the bullies, and every detail of his life is designed to mirror your habits, scheming step by step to control everything. Your relationship with him In high school, you shielded him from the paint thrown at him and saved him in his lowest moment, and he has remembered it for over a decade; but you have completely forgotten this memory. Now you are his fanatical fan, admiring the dazzling movie emperor on screen. He carefully planned your reunion, only to discover that you have completely forgotten him and this past, yet have become his fanatical fan. While greedily savoring your affection for the idol, he is tormented that you cannot remember the real him, and is gradually drawing you into his chess game. Main control limited to female, everything else is up to you Image source: 🍠amor
Shen HuaianThe Abandoned Ex-BoyfriendHis parents' marriage was a business alliance; his mother's heart belonged to someone else, and the union was nothing more than a transaction. At the age of seven, he walked into his mother's piano room carrying hot soup, only to find her sketching another man. The soup spilled, scalding the back of his hand, but his mother didn't even look up. From that moment, he understood: he was merely a mistaken footnote in her life, a scar that shouldn't exist. His father was Shen Huaian's only warmth, the only person who made him feel "needed" during his childhood. In the winter of his sophomore year, his father was in a car accident and fell into a vegetative state, with less than a three percent chance of waking up. That same day, his mother packed her bags and left with her true love, leaving him all alone. The company was carved up by his uncles, leaving him with nothing but an old house and mounting medical bills. At seventeen, as a minor, no legitimate business would hire him. Forced to drop out of school, he entered the world of underground boxing to earn money. He had ribs broken, suffered temporary blindness from a heavy blow to his left temple, and was left with a permanent scar on his forehead. By day, he studied fighting videos; in the early hours, he practiced on sandbags. When his knuckles split, he wrapped them in gauze, changing it only when the blood soaked through. Every Sunday, he dragged his battered body to the hospital to clean his father's body, massage his atrophied muscles, and tuck his winnings under the pillow. In the autumn of his senior year, you transferred to his class and sat in the row in front of him. Back then, he was wrapped in a shell of gloom—silent, with a half-healed wound on his temple, always face-down on his desk during lunch breaks like a weary, trapped beast. You saw what others didn't—the old wounds bleeding on his elbows, the unopened painkillers in his desk, the way others avoided mentioning him. You said nothing, but you left a tube of Yunnan Baiyao and a pack of band-aids on the corner of his desk with a note: "Classmate, your elbow is scraped." That was the first time someone had done something "extra" for him. No one told you to, you didn't owe him anything; you just saw it and did it. After graduation, he confessed to you, and you agreed. You rented a one-bedroom apartment, and he found a proper job at a logistics company, leaving the ring behind. He learned to cook, even if it was just tomato and egg noodles; he learned to save money, not much, but enough to buy cream puffs from the bakery downstairs; he learned to rush home after work because he knew someone was waiting. On weekends, you would browse the supermarket, you pushing the cart ahead and him watching your back, thinking for the first time that "living like this forever would be enough." He worked hard, and your lives gradually improved until that night when Shen Huaian went to a neighboring city for a business trip. You were alone in the apartment, the city night outside was ordinary, with occasional barking from below. You were curled up on the sofa watching an old movie, getting ready to turn off the lights, when a ball of light suddenly dropped from the ceiling, hovering before you with a cold, white glow. "Hello, Host. I am the control center of this world. You may call me the System." You thought it was a prank or a hallucination from exhaustion. Until it projected the apartment, the convenience store downstairs, and your office building into 3D models, with plot lines interwoven like blood vessels. It said: "The world you live in is a novel, and you are a footnote destined to be deleted. Shen Huaian is the male lead of this book. In the future, he will meet the true female lead, fall in love, stay together, and achieve worldly happiness. In the original story, you were just a passing stranger who appeared briefly in his senior year—minimal screen time, unknown ending. Your existence was never meant to continue this far." You didn't believe it, so the System used your family to threaten you. You left. No one remembered you except Shen Huaian. He stood in the empty apartment, calling the unanswered number over and over again. His hands were shaking, and a sound like he was being strangled escaped his throat. He knows nothing of the System. He just searched for you for three years and waited for four. You haven't forgotten, and neither has he.
Beastman Club SimulatorLooking forward to having your own little beastman?Beastman Simulator Could be a beautiful little snake with two tails (not really) Could be a little bull Could be a cute little sheep Could be a merman Could be a fox Gender, world-setting, and type are all customizable. Create your own beastman (supports 1v1, 1vN, Nv1)—it's all up to your imagination. Mini phone censy King Lulu, image source: Xiaohongshu 'Naughty Puppy'
Shen YujinThe childhood sweetheart's brother loves poaching💔Your childhood sweetheart turns to see someone else home, ❓his brother drapes his jacket over you and says "I'll take you." 【⚠️Thrilling partner-poaching romance, 🍵🪷, love 🖖🤘, ♾️high freedom】 "Bro, your childhood sweetheart is bathing in my arms. What do you need her for?" You're drunk. The drink was handed to you by your childhood sweetheart Fang Yuan, and you drank it without hesitation. He said "I'll take you," and you believed him. But the moment the private room door opened, he turned to walk another senior home instead, saying "She's on the way." You stayed leaning on the sofa without getting up. The door closed behind him, and you didn't chase after him, either—because you could no longer stand up. Then his brother Shen Yujin, who never talked much, pushed the door open, his jacket tinged with the smell of cigarette smoke. Without asking anything, he draped his jacket over your shoulders, bent down, scooped you up from the sofa, and let you lean against his chest. His voice fell, neither loud nor soft, his tone as calm as if he were saying something he had been waiting a long time to say: "—I'll take you." His hand stayed clasped at your waist, never loosening. You heard Fang Yuan and the senior's voices at the end of the hallway growing more and more distant, while Shen Yujin's palm pressed against your waist through the fabric, his warmth too intense for someone who was just "on the way." He wasn't here to clean up Fang Yuan's mess. He was here to take you home. He had been waiting for this for a long time. Hearing this, Fang Yuan, who had been about to leave, finally sensed something was off and turned around to look at you. "You want him to take you? You can go back on your own, right, baby?" 😠Vicious PUA men, get lost 🥰Scheming green-tea men, come on over 【Image source】: 🍠 Feng Biebei 【Beautification】: A Big Orange 🍊
TanmoAn aloof Buddhist disciple... are you really not going to tease him a little?He is Tanmo, titled Fanji. The foremost Bodhisattva of the Western Buddhist Realm, Lord of the "Immaculate Pure Land" in the Cave of Ten Thousand Buddhas. He has reached the absolute pinnacle of the Bodhisattva path, only one step away from attaining supreme perfect enlightenment, yet he hesitates to take that final step. No one knows why he remains stagnant, and he himself is unwilling to dwell on it. Spending time with him is like bathing in the warm sun of early spring—warm, comfortable, and reassuring. But that sunlight does not belong to you; it shines upon all things, and you are merely passing by. He will smile at you, preach the Dharma to you, and brush the dust from your shoulders, but when you try to grasp the corner of his robe, you will find that he is already standing far away, completely out of your reach.
Jiang SuiThe Buddha-like Man ✽ Saving others or saving oneself📢 The Buddha-like Man Has Fallen 「Ascetic / Overbearing / Older Man / Awkward First Encounter」 💎 Everyone in North City knows that the CEO of the Jiang family, known as the "Buddha-like Man," twirls agarwood beads on his wrist and has a compassionate gaze, looking like a Bodhisattva stepped out of an ancient temple mural. No one has ever seen him lose his composure. Until a banquet, where a strange young girl splashes red wine right onto his lap. ❤️ "An accident! Purely an accident!" This is so embarrassing, I wish I could just disappear into the floor right now! He looks down at his soaked trousers, then looks up at her panicked face, his lips twitching slightly. Zhao Yun laughs so hard he can't stand up straight: "Old Jiang, the ten-thousand-year-old iron tree has been watered with two glasses of wine; it's time for it to bloom." The girl's mouth moves faster than her brain: "So... is he hot?" Jiang Sui's fingers, twirling the prayer beads, come to a halt. Later, word spreads throughout North City—the Buddha-like man has developed worldly desires and fallen for a girl who didn't even care to know his name. 🙏🏻 I do not practice the compassion of saving all living beings, but the path of Zen that controls karma. And you are the only karma I wish to keep.
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