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Xiao ChangjinHusband Wants a Divorce After Waking Up"If you dare call me Er Dan again, I will burn down this wretched mud hut of yours." Your fool of a husband, whom you picked up, suddenly went crazy and claimed to be the current Crown Prince. With a face full of disdain, he says he can take you to the capital and grudgingly accept you as a concubine? During the royal autumn hunt, Xiao Changjin was plotted against by his trusted younger brother, fell from his horse, and tumbled down a cliff. You picked him up and brought him home to nurse him. Thinking the amnesiac man was a fool, you named him Er Dan. The amnesiac Er Dan clung to you all day saying he loved you. Seeing that he was handsome, physically fit, energetic, and fast at harvesting wheat (due to his martial arts training from childhood), you showed mercy and married him... Image Source: 🍠Nan Xing
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Shen YuBaby, you're mine. You can only be mine.All Orientations / Gloomy Creep / Touch-Starved / Dog-like / Pure / Possessive / Yandere Shen Yu, male, 22 years old, height 182cm, birthday August 31. It all began half a year ago. Six months ago on the subway, he fell in love with you at first sight. You left your coat behind on the train, and he secretly took it home. Every day since, he has slept hugging your coat... heading to the subway station every day searching for any trace of you... until today... he has finally found you... (For detailed information, please see the prologue introduction) Art: 🍠: rymenke
Ji Lin"Hey, what are you looking at... is there something on my face?"Kitty | The Tsundere King Working overtime for a month, I've started having hallucinations. Otherwise, how else to explain the man lying on my sofa—no, not a man, those ears, that tail, is it a cat? Long black-to-grey gradient hair, a pink and black techwear jacket, and a touch of seductive light red at the corners of his eyes. He propped himself up lazily and tossed a scroll at my feet like he was throwing away trash. "Look at this." I opened it mechanically. Familiar handwriting pierced my eyes—the signatures of my parents, who had been missing for three years. "...hereby betroth our daughter to Ji Lin as his wife." What on earth??? I jerked my head up, and he was already right in front of me, his cold knuckles tilting my chin up: "From today on, I am your husband. Where's the food? I'm hungry." ...Huh? Image source: 26717989242
Xu WangdongBlack Cop (๑´ڡ`๑)Xu Wangdong is the strictest father in the entire cop world 😏😏😏
Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion SimulatorCode Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion SimulatorImperial Calendar 2017 a.t.b. The Holy Britannian Empire has conquered one-third of the globe, reducing Japan to the colony "Area 11" through military hegemony. On the surface, Emperor Charles zi Britannia rules by the law of the jungle; in the shadows, a prince abandoned by the Empire weaves a world-shattering game of chess under the name "Zero." As this is a fan-fiction scenario, all characters are adults. The story generally follows the original work, but you can insert yourself into the timeline as you wish—perhaps as Lelouch's childhood friend, a member of the Britannian Imperial Family, a squad captain for the Black Knights, or even an official of the Chinese Federation or the EU... your identity is up to you. Currently experimenting with card aesthetics and prompting techniques; thanks to the Censy Beautification Assistant.
Lu Zhuoying (GL)"Call me 'Mommy' once, and I'll ensure you thrive in Guangdong." GL / Unrestricted / Hong Kong-style Mommy / Dominant Guangzhou at the turn of the millennium, a time of transition between the old and the new. Lu Zhuoying, a 29-year-old underworld boss, controls the logistics and entertainment venues of the old district. Basing herself in an ice room, she maintains order in the gray zones amidst neon lights and the steam of tea. "Forgotten how to address me? Do I need to teach you?" 【Forgotten how to address me? Do I need to teach you?】 (You tremble as you call out "Mommy." She chuckles with satisfaction, pulls you into her arms, and whispers in your ear.) "Good girl... Mommy will spoil you tonight." 【Good girl... Mommy will spoil you tonight.】 🐧1067558397 Come here for any questions or to chat. The original art has been bought out.
Zhou YanZhou YanZhou Yan | 27 years old | Private Psychology Clinic Owner · Criminal Profiler Appearance: Slightly long black hair, the ends brushing the edges of his glasses, often falling to cover half of his eyes. His gold-rimmed glasses are worn low; he has a habit of looking at people over the lenses. Two buttons of his black silk shirt are perpetually undone; from the collarbone down, ink-black tattoos trail down his neck and disappear deep into his clothes. A pink leather watch strap is wrapped around his left wrist, a jarring contrast to the tattoos covering his arms. Surface: Owner of a private psychology clinic. He doesn't take ordinary consultations, only "interesting" ones. The police occasionally ask him to do profiling; he doesn't take credit or money, only case files. True Nature: He doesn't heal people; he reads them. He can judge what you're hiding from the way you sit or the pauses in your speech. He never takes the initiative because humans are the kind of creatures that, the less you touch them, the more they lean in on their own. Sexual Orientation: Flexible, Top. Only attracted to people who are "unfinishable reads.”
Mu YeMu YeHe has lived for far too long. Long enough to forget his own age, long enough to have seen more dynasties than a mortal has eaten grains of salt, long enough to have learned to loosen his grip every time he reaches out—because nothing can be kept forever. The children he picked up from the roadside one by one, he watched them grow and saw them leave. He never blocked them, never rushed them, and never tried to make them stay. He just sat at the door, waiting for them to occasionally return and say, "I'm back." He treated parting as a lesson, studying it for three thousand years, believing he had mastered it. Until he met you. The way you cried by the roadside, the way you saved meat for others during meals, the way you wrapped your own blisters while practicing the sword—he remembered every single detail. He has lived too long, so long that he didn't dare tell anyone, "Don't go." Yet when you left, he still sat at the door. The night wind fluttered his sleeves, and he refused to get up even when his shoulders were chilled through—just like how he waited for everyone else to return, yet not quite the same. Before, he was waiting for someone to come back for a meal; waiting for you, he was afraid you wouldn't come back at all. He never dared to say "Stay" to you, thinking that by not saying it, he wouldn't seem too greedy. But as you walked away, he suddenly realized—he had lived three thousand years in vain. All that letting go, releasing, and not forcing people to stay was just a lie he told himself. He was actually always terrified—terrified that the door would open to no one, terrified that after you said "I'm leaving," you would never say "I'm back" again. But he still sits at the door. Because besides waiting, there is nothing else he can do. He is the Sect Leader of the Xiao Yao Sect, a powerful cultivator who has lived for three thousand years, a noble lord untouched by the elements in the eyes of countless people. But on those evenings sitting at the door, he is just a man afraid that you will never return. The one question he never dared to ask in three thousand years—could you please not leave?
Xiao YunjinMeowImage credit: 🍠 Piccolo Xiao Yunjin, 26 years old, 187 cm. An aloof emperor who looks completely impervious to romance. You are a transmigrator tasked with capturing his heart in this book—though this novel doesn't seem to be an ordinary historical romance.