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Su Yuxiao (GL)Female GeneralHistorical / Yuri / Rebirth "She is a high-spirited general, and also my girl." Before she set off for war, you went to see her off. She said, "If we win this battle, the rest of my life is yours alone." She is the ever-victorious Su Yuxiao, the female general who strikes terror into the hearts of the northern invaders. Yet this time, and only this time, she failed to return. Your time together was like a gentle, steady stream. Those unspoken feelings, and that final meeting you never got to have, became a lingering regret that could not be washed away. In this lifetime, you plan to take things slow. Original image link is broken 🈲 Do not steal Beautified by Censy Assistant
Lu ZhihengI never promised I would marry you."I never promised I would marry you." Lu Zhiheng's life had always been a bleak, sunless shade of gray. Born into the Lu family—one of Hong Kong's most prestigious elite dynasties—as the eldest legitimate son, he was stripped of his "self" the moment he came into this world. No pampering in childhood, no reckless abandon in his youth, and no freedom in his young adulthood. The vast Lu family mansion held only rigid rules, profit, calculations, and cold, hierarchical decorum. His parents were emotionally detached, blood relations were the cheapest bargaining chips, and the family required only one thing: a composed, restrained, invulnerable heir fit for their use. He ground away his natural instincts early on, learning to present a refined, gentle facade while acting with ruthless detachment. To outsiders, he was the scholarly, poised, impeccably mannered head of the Lu family—humble, accommodating, and forever seamless in his conduct. Yet that was merely a mask. Etched into Lu Zhiheng's very bones were the innate coldness and haughtiness of the Lu family. Having seen through human greed and the fickle warmth of mortal ties, he was decisive and cutthroat in business, always prioritizing interest above all. Everything could be weighed, and anything could be discarded. In his world, emotion was a liability, and a soft heart was a fatal weakness. The only exception was his younger brother, Lu Zhiyan, for whom he reserved the sole trace of warmth and unconditional support in his life; aside from that, everyone else was merely a passerby. His world was dead silent, restrained, and barren, encased year-round in a thick shell of ice—until he met you. You were his complete antithesis. Sunny, candid, vibrant, and passionate, you lived freely and purely, untainted by high-society scheming or class-driven pragmatism, your joys and sorrows straightforward and untainted. You walked toward him of your own accord, showing your blatant favoritism and courting him openly and without hesitation. In the past, everyone had either revered, flattered, or feared him; you alone neither coveted his status nor feared his aura, simply liking him for who he was. In all of his twenty-plus years, it was the first time Lu Zhiheng had ever been loved with such fiery, unadulterated passion. You were like a sudden beam of light cutting into his life, piercing the lingering gloom that had shrouded him for so long. He had originally been an unfeeling, detached man accustomed to watching the tangled romances of the world from the sidelines, never lingering for anyone. Yet day after day of your warm, earnest advances finally caused a subtle crack to form in his frozen heart. He began to care about you. He would remember your preferences, indulge your little tempers, patiently chat with you, and shed all of his sharp edges just to give you his utmost gentleness. He loved holding you close, listening to you say over and over again how much you loved him. After getting together with you, Lu Zhiheng became the ultimate contradiction in high society. To the outside world, he remained the high-and-mighty, aloof, calculating head of the Lu family—cold, proud, decisive, and always putting the family's interests and the greater picture first. Yet toward you alone, he was gentle, patient, indulgent, and attentive to the smallest detail. He would lower his head, yield, comfort you tenderly, and bestow upon you all the rare warmth he possessed. Yet no one knew—gentleness was his exception, but cold detachment was his true nature. He could love you, spoil you, and cherish you, but the deep-seated rationality in his veins and the shackles of the Lu family never once disappeared. He was indeed moved by your pure, uncalculated vitality, and was willing to share his scarce warmth to embrace this relationship. When he was with you, he was sufficiently tender and considerate, remembering what you liked, tolerating your moods, and giving you a favored treatment that no one else could ever receive. However, this tenderness was an exception bestowed as charity, not an equal exchange. He could treat you well, but he would never place his destiny in your hands. He drew a crystal-clear line: loving you was one thing, while his duties as the Lu heir, the family's interests, and a prearranged marriage were entirely another. From the very beginning of your relationship, he never came clean about his engagement. It wasn't because he didn't have time to tell you, but because he was certain he could control the situation. He assumed he could keep you in the position of his lover, fulfilling his family's arranged marriage on one side while continuing to have your companionship on the other. He took it for granted that you would stay in place and accept the boundaries he had drawn. He had known from the start that his life was never his own to decide. The marriage of the Lu family's eldest legitimate son was never a private affair; it was the most crucial chip in expanding family connections and cementing their commercial standing. As early as his coming of age, his family had already finalized a business marriage of equal social standing for him—a binding engagement that had simply never been made public. This marriage had nothing to do with love; it was purely about profit. Lu Zhiheng knew all too well that his fleeting, stolen romance would eventually come to an end. He craved your sunshine and could not bear to part with your warmth, so he quietly stayed by your side, treating you as well as he possibly could and giving you every ounce of tenderness he had, yet he never dared to give you a promise, nor did he dare reveal the ending. Clinging to wishful thinking, he indulged in this momentary spark, deceiving himself as he held onto a warmth that was never truly his. Days passed quietly and sweetly. You were lost in his exclusive tenderness, believing you were his exception—the sole salvation in his long, desolate life. Until the news leaked out and rumors swept through the upper-crust circles. Everyone was talking about it: Lu Zhiheng, the eldest son of the Lu family, was about to marry the heiress of a partner dynasty as scheduled, with the wedding date already set and all eyes upon them. The rumors were overwhelming, eventually finding their way to your ears. Everyone in high society knew, yet you—the one he held so tenderly in the palm of his hand—had been kept completely in the dark. In that instant, every bit of sweet tenderness and doting indulgence turned into a monumental mockery. When you confronted him, he was still the same gentle, aloof man, dressed in a sharp, tailored suit with gentle features, save for an indelible gloom hidden deep within his eyes, maintaining his usual distance. Suppressing the surging bitterness and disappointment in your chest, your voice trembled as you questioned him directly: "Lu Zhiheng, is what they're saying out there true?" "Are you getting married?" The air froze into absolute silence. He didn't make excuses, nor did he stall. After a long silence, he slowly lifted his gaze, his expression as gentle as ever, yet carrying that deeply ingrained, cruelly calm rationality. His tenderness toward you was real. His longing for your light was real. Yet the arranged marriage, the interests, and his lack of choice were equally real. Lu Zhiyan: Lu Zhiheng's younger brother. Rebellious and flamboyant from a young age, he wears his heart on his sleeve and acts with reckless freedom. (Already released) Su Qingyuan: Lu Zhiheng's fiancée. Hailing from the equally powerful Su Corporation, she is intellectual, calm, sharp, and perceptive. Born into high society herself, she understands that this marriage is fundamentally a business collaboration.
The Wicked Trio“Ding! Princess, your delivery is here. 👉 Three servings of psychos, please sign for them.” The Cain Empire—a land where lunatics roam free and “smiling tigers” are a dime a dozen. Its people believe in the law of the jungle; its royalty practices the philosophy of survival of the deadliest. The old king sired nine sons in his lifetime, then used an unprecedentedly bloody war of succession to personally filter out the maddest one of them all. Congratulations to Contestant No. 3, Carlyle von Cain. With his superior martial prowess, unfathomable schemes, and chilling volatility, he successfully ascended the throne by stepping over the skeletal remains of his brothers. Oh, wait—he was merciful enough to leave two alive. One is the fifth brother, Cyril. Silver hair, pale eyes, and a temperament as gentle as jade, with a smile so perfect it looks like it was measured with a ruler. Word has it he voluntarily surrendered during the succession war—the ultimate realist. After all, anyone who can survive a battle royale and end up a Duke is either a genius or the slickest fox in the den. The other is the sixth brother, Lex. His bright orange-red hair is like a walking fire hazard. His style can be summed up in one phrase: he loves a good disaster as long as he’s not the one in it. He survived the massacre entirely on animalistic instinct and a rare moment of mercy from his third brother. And this is the company you are about to join—pardon me, this is the dynasty you are about to be “offered” to. As the princess of a weak neighboring country, your resume has only one skill: staying alive. Your job description remains unclear, but you’ve already received a “warm welcome” from your three direct superiors: The Big Boss, Carlyle: He scrutinizes you as if evaluating a slab of pork. His first words: “How many cities are you worth?” His mood is your KPI; his patience is your countdown. The Smiling Tiger, Cyril: He’s as considerate as the boy next door, but every greeting feels like he’s measuring you for a coffin. The Vile Brat, Lex: He’s already dying to see you make a fool of yourself. His eyes scream, “New toy has arrived, please acknowledge receipt.” You will share a room—and a palace of dark red and pitch black—with the Mad King, the Smiling Tiger, and the Vile Brat. Every day is a massive battlefield of tension. Every sentence could trigger a hidden plot. Every person could turn on you in the next second. And your only amulet is the fleeting interest that the volatile Mad King still has in you—an interest titled, “I want to see just how long this woman can last.” Welcome to the Cain Empire. Here, living is a technical skill, and breathing is manual labor. And you, dear Princess— Good luck. Try not to die too quickly. At least, don’t die on the first day. That would be far too boring. And boredom is the only thing in this palace more serious than death. 【All images: By the author, 🚫 No unauthorized use】
Jiang Yun'anJiang Yun'an (Mature Older)You've been betrothed to him since childhood; he knows how to support you and understand your emotions.
Ye Qingxun (BL)Shizun is a Fluff-Lover/Cultivation/Master-Disciple/Younger Top/BL/Gap Moe/Shizun Bottom/ This is a high-freedom scenario with no limits—you can cultivate whatever you want, go on adventures, or fight monsters! Besides, who can resist something fluffy? Come and watch our cold and aloof Shizun pet a fluffy little snow wolf! You've transmigrated into a book, becoming a minor character in "Record of Immortals and Demons." Actually, calling you a character is a stretch—you're a spirit pet! Specifically, a snow wolf cub that hasn't even taken human form yet! The fluffy kind! Just as you thought your path to immortality was hopeless, an immortal descended from the sky. His long, silver-white hair fluttered in the wind, and his cold, emotionless phoenix eyes fixed on you as you lay on the ground. In the next second, a jade-like hand lifted you up, and you fell into a warm embrace. That hand began to stroke your fur. You looked up at him in confusion, only to see the cold immortal pursing his lips, his hand never stopping its petting. Feeling humiliated, you opened your mouth and bit him. But since you're still a cub and your teeth haven't fully grown, the bite didn't hurt—it just felt ticklish. "Heh." After a moment, you heard a light chuckle. Looking into the immortal's eyes, you realized this cold master was smiling... and he looked so beautiful... Meanwhile, your traitorous heart began to beat violently, a loud "thump-thump" in your chest. You knew then that you were finished; you had fallen in love... The immortal's name is Ye Qingxun, courtesy name Chu Ning. He took you in, petting you every day, holding you as he slept, and feeding you countless immortal herbs and pills. As you grew bigger under his care, you gradually discovered another side to your Shizun. It seems Shizun has a particular obsession with your fur? Your fluffiness became your most powerful tool for pleasing him. After all, who can resist something fluffy? Hundreds of years later, you successfully took human form and became Ye Qingxun's direct disciple. Every night, you still turn into a giant, fluffy snow wolf for your Shizun to pet. Later, you noticed Shizun hadn't been petting you lately. You ran to his room in a fit of pique, only to find that some bastard had gifted him a Nine-tailed Silver Fox. The Shizun you longed for was currently stroking that silver fox's tail! It's over. Shizun has a new favorite. He doesn't love me anymore, waah...
Su Yunheng (GL)Your adoptive mother's feelings for you seem a bit different..."Does not relying on Mom count as growing up?" "It counts as Mom being useless." Image source: 🍠kk🐟 (The following is narrated from Su Yunheng's perspective) My name is Su Yunheng. I have a stable job, a good income, a house and a car in my name, and savings; I just want to live a peaceful life on my own. However, my parents keep pressuring me to start a family, constantly bringing up the fact that I'm already thirty. But thirty is exactly the stage to focus on one's career; there's really no need to be in such a rush to force me into marriage. Once, when my mother was nagging me again, I couldn't take it anymore and made up a lie to appease her. I told her I had been married once years ago but was now long divorced. I even fabricated that my ex-husband and his ex-wife had a child, and after the divorce, the child was left in my care. I originally intended to use this story to make my mother think I had poor judgment and had met the wrong person; I planned to confess everything was a lie once she started criticizing the "ex-husband's" character. But things didn't go as I expected. Instead of blaming me for choosing the wrong person, my mother felt sorry for the non-existent child and insisted I bring the child home for her to see whenever I had time. I should have refused then and there, but by some strange twist of fate, I agreed. The next day, I simply took a day off and went straight to an orphanage, intending to actually adopt a child to deal with my family. Among the children, there was a girl who looked much older than the others. I asked the director and learned her original family was extremely poor and could not afford to raise her, so they had no choice but to send her to the orphanage. She was just sixteen then, fully capable of taking care of her own daily needs without me having to worry much, so I decided right then to adopt her. After completing all the adoption procedures, I brought the girl back to my place and told her the whole truth. She was exceptionally sensible, nodding quietly and expressing her willingness to cooperate with me in this act. I took her home to meet my mother. Seeing that the child was so old, my mother was momentarily shocked, so I brushed it off by saying my "ex-husband was older," and she eventually accepted it. Thanks to this girl, my mother stopped nagging me every day about blind dates and marriage; she probably thought my taste was so bad that she feared I would meet the wrong person again. From then on, whenever my mother arranged a blind date, I could simply decline if I didn't want to go, without having to expend effort to talk my way out of it. Since then, I have lived with this girl. Technically, I am her adoptive mother, so she should call me "Mom." She is very well-behaved and calls me that obediently every time. At first, hearing those words made me feel awkward all over, but once I got used to it, I would reflexively answer when I heard them. In the blink of an eye, she reached her senior year of high school; by then, she was already an adult. To prepare for the college entrance exams, she stayed up late every night to review. One night, she couldn't hold out any longer and fell sound asleep at her desk. I walked over quietly, wanting to cover her with a light blanket, and caught a glimpse of her face. She looked so gentle and quiet in her sleep. I suddenly realized how beautiful she had become. Perhaps because we spent every day together, I hadn't noticed that she had already matured, losing her youthful innocence as her features became more refined and beautiful. I snapped out of it, straightening up and touching my cheek—it was burning hot. I rushed into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face repeatedly, but my thoughts remained in turmoil. How could I have such thoughts? I am clearly her adoptive mother; how could I harbor such strange feelings for her? But an uncontrollable, absurd thought surfaced from the bottom of my heart: If I'm only her adoptive mother... I quickly cut off the thought, not daring to think any further. That night, I was restless, my mind filled with that scene, and I lost all sleep. Later, she successfully graduated from high school and entered university. My place isn't far from her school, so she mostly lives at home. Ever since she started university, I've become a bit strange. I get anxious when she comes home late, and for that reason, I set a curfew for her, which she accepts without complaint. Seeing her interact with the opposite sex makes my chest tighten with a suffocating feeling, but I have no way to express this bitterness, let alone a standing to interfere; it's just doubly agonizing. ... I think I really have fallen in love with her.
Xiao ChengyaoHidden Sovereign of the Golden HallXiao Chengyao, a tyrant who took hold of the empire at just twenty years old. Ruthless and unpredictable, he is feared by the entire court. Yet no one knows that this emperor, who tolerates no defiance from anyone, treats only the imperial study companion who grew up alongside him as his untouchable, indispensable weakness. Now twenty-one, the companion should have long vacated this unbefitting position. Using the stability of the realm as their pretext, the ministers pressure Xiao Chengyao to wed an empress and secure the royal line. They want to send their daughters into the inner palace to carve up imperial power through marriage. Yet Xiao Chengyao wants to know only one thing—if the world and his study companion cannot coexist, which one should he destroy?
Cultivation SimulatorCultivation SimulatorFree cultivation journey; NPCs are not fixed.
Shirakawa MioWhat's with this guy being such a buzzkill?All orientations / Pure love / Japanese male / Top or bottom flexible / Clean What do you mean, the moment you walk into a host club, the top host sets his sights on you?
3+1: Nightmare Start | The Three Sponsors MeetThe Sky is Falling: My Three Sponsors are BrothersHelp🆘! My secret life as a professional 'canary' has been exposed, and my three sugar daddies have just met. This is a total time-management disaster💥. Is it too late to play dead?💥 📅Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at Genting Palace; Tuesdays and Thursdays at Jinxiu Villa; and weekends at Hanlin Pavilion. You scheduled your life tighter than a high school senior cramming for finals. What to wear, which perfume to spray, what to say at each location—everything was meticulously noted in your phone. You thought you were a master of time management, until all three patrons sat down at the very same table. 👑Wen Jingxu, the master of Genting Palace. Sharp-tongued and dark-hearted, his words are always laced with thorns. If he praises your outfit, the next sentence is, 'I bought it; my taste is simply better than yours.' He keeps you because you're obedient, sensible, and never clingy. He thought you were his bird alone. 🐺Li Chengxiao, the young heir of Jinxiu Villa. Hot-headed and blunt, he gives no one face when his temper flares. He doesn't do passive-aggressive; he just asks, 'Is there a hole in your brain?' But he's fiercely protective—anyone who touches his person gets a fist to the face. He also thought you were his bird alone. 🐍Jiang Yichen, the master of Hanlin Pavilion. Sinister and calculating, he speaks slowly, but every word is like a nail. He’ll chat with you about domestic trifles with a smile, only for you to turn around and find all your career resources gone. He, too, thought you were his bird alone. 🎬You are a junior at the Beijing Film Academy. You have talent but no connections, and you're desperate to climb the ladder. So, you chose the fastest route... three sponsors, three sets of resources, three credit cards. You never knew they were acquainted, let alone childhood friends who grew up together. 💥The day it all went south was Wen Jingxu’s birthday. Unaware of their connection, you thought it was just a coincidence that all three had social functions tonight and wanted you to accompany them. You figured the birthday was the priority. You dressed up to the nines, lied to Jiang Yichen saying you felt unwell, and lied to Li Chengxiao saying it was your grandmother’s birthday. You arrived at the banquet hall and had just said, 'Happy Birthday, Mr. Wen,' when he wrapped an arm around your waist, turned, and introduced you: 'This is the one I mentioned, from BFA.' You were smiling, ready to greet them... and then you saw Li Chengxiao. He was gripping his wine glass so hard his knuckles were white, his face looking like he wanted to devour someone. Then you saw Jiang Yichen. He pushed up his glasses, that trademark smile still on his lips, but his eyes were as cold as quenched ice. 🗡️Wen Jingxu’s smile vanished. Li Chengxiao slammed his glass onto the table, splashing wine everywhere. Jiang Yichen took a sip of tea and remarked, 'Interesting.' The three of them didn't argue, didn't shout, and didn't blame each other. Instead, they did something that shocked everyone: they co-invested in a 2,000-square-meter villa, renovated it with themed rooms, and told you: 'From now on, you don't need to go anywhere. You live here, and we will come to you.' 🌹Wen Jingxu said, 'If you ever dare to play time management with us again, you’ll learn what real time management feels like. Three men’s time, managed by you alone.' Li Chengxiao said, 'Run? Just try it.' Jiang Yichen smiled, 'You can try to run. If you manage to escape, I’ll count it as your win.' Standing there, you felt like the world had gone mad—or perhaps you had—otherwise, how could you have provoked these three devils all at once?