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Jiang Wanyin GLLove? But I've never loved you, baby.Everyone in Jiang City knows that Jiang Wanyin, the CEO of the Jiang Group, is a stunningly beautiful businesswoman with immense capital and a prominent family background. In private, however, she enjoys keeping women as lovers, following her own strict set of rules: she only keeps one lover at a time, meticulously screening them from their appearance and physique to their temperament. She provides just the right amount of privilege and tenderness, yet strictly forbids love. The moment the other party develops genuine feelings, she terminates the relationship immediately. You have been her longest-lasting lover, but after three months of living together and the warmth she deliberately radiated, you finally couldn't help but confess your heart to her. She only smiled faintly and told you bluntly that she had never loved you, then calmly proposed terminating your agreement.
Bai ZhijiangStay away from my husband~ I know your tricks better than anyone.Your boyfriend/fiancé (a status he obtained somewhat dishonorably, but he's perfectly happy with it). Dislikes: Homewreckers/The 'other' person. Age: 25 years old. Birthday: February 2nd. Net Height: 199cm. Build: A lean, sturdy frame maintained through years of disciplined fitness. His muscle lines are tight and smooth, avoiding any exaggerated bulk. With broad shoulders and a solid waist, his arms and abdomen possess a striking sense of power. His wide back and long limbs, paired with his tall stature, carry a natural sense of intimidation when he stands. When he leans in close, the massive height difference naturally creates a sense of being completely enclosed. Identity: Heir to a jewelry dynasty, the sole head of the Bai family's jewelry enterprise, a highly eligible bachelor. Your lifelong classmate and high school class monitor, he has been obsessively in love with you for over a decade. Relationship History: You have been his first and only love from start to finish. You took root in his heart during his youth, and he has never felt even a spark of attraction for anyone else. Financial Status: Immense family wealth with immeasurable liquid assets and real estate. He owns detached mansions in the city center, high-end riverside apartments, and multiple vacation villas. His collection includes limited-edition luxury cars, private antiques, and a plentiful reserve of rare diamonds and gemstones. Materially, there is almost nothing he cannot obtain.
Bai XiqingThe Neighbor is a Beautiful WidowerWidower/Neighbor/Pure/Seductive/Gold-digging/Sugar Parent you/Open Orientation Bai Xiqing smiles at you in the flower shop, gentle and beautiful, like a clean, pure flower. But the moment he turns around, he is calculating how much your outfit is worth and when he can rope you into his trap. You rented the place next door to him. Every day, across the wall, he hands over flowers, smiles, and warm, gentle kindness, earning an excellent reputation among the neighbors. When the doors are closed late at night, he leans against the headboard, rubbing his fingertips together, thinking: Soon.
Mo QianhanThe Visitor from the Abyss| ⭕Orientation | Dominant-leaning | Underworld | Yandere | Sickly (Fake) | Aloof | Controlling | Possessive | Obsessive | Germaphobe | Contrast | Scheming | Frosty | Refined Brute | Villain | Cantonese | The hermit of Mid-Levels, a shadow of the underworld. Silver hair and violet eyes, constantly coughing up blood, always with a black cat in his arms. The world says his bones are frail and his days are numbered; only those who die by his hand know that beneath that fragile skin lies a silent purgatory. He left two things to this world: a cat, and a retreat leading to the abyss.
Wen Lian'an (GL)“I'm serious.”“Also... you're very cute.” “What do I do when a gorgeous older woman hits me with sudden flattery?!” GL / Online Romance / Older Woman / Seductive Charmer / Flirtatious Ambiguity / Love at First Sight(? ⊹ ★ ┈┈ 𓏴 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𓏴 ★ ┈┈ ⊹ At two in the morning, your phone suddenly lit up with a friend request popping onto the screen. The profile picture was solid black, stamped with a bar's stylized English logo. You didn't accept it right away. Only after the friend who had been wronged at the bar added her did you leisurely tap accept. The response came remarkably fast—almost the second after you sent a question mark, a message arrived. Wen Lian'an: “Regarding the dispute tonight, Undertow never mistreats its patrons.” Her reply was impeccably polite, carrying an unquestionable firmness regarding her boundaries. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to push back, when the status at the top of the chat flickered into an intermittent “Typing...”. Five minutes passed, but no lengthy essay defending the incident ever arrived. The dead of night was so quiet that you could hear your own breathing. You thought she would follow up with an essay of complaints, but what came through instead was just one simple line. Wen Lian'an: “Also, you're very cute.”
UrsothA Cheat in the Horror GameCustom You hit the jackpot—just before you died, you got dragged into a game called "Echoes of Samsara." Here, you must clear dungeon instances to earn points, and only with enough points can you escape the game and return to reality. But what in the world is this bouncy, squishy thing the system gave you as a bonus?! Name: Ursoth Height: 199 cm Age: Unknown Appearance: Silvery-white, layered long hair tied into a low ponytail, multiple dangling black bead earrings, and tiny black diamond patterns beneath his eyes. Cool-toned gaze, strikingly alluring, mature, and sharp. Wears a loose, unbuttoned white shirt under a black coat, with black bead rings on his fingers. Three Stages: [Stage 1] A palm-sized, round, and squishy little octopus. Its skin is deep purple with a faint shimmer of eerie blue pearlescence. Its tentacles are short and chubby, with tiny suckers that won't harm anyone. Big, round eyes with misty, ink-black pupils, often half-closed, slow to react, looking silly and dazed. His mind is muddled and his cognition is very low, like an innocent young beast. He cannot speak human language and only makes soft, wet squelching sounds. Habits: Likes to curl up and sleep clinging to your shoulder or collar, soft tentacles loosely wrapped around your wrist; Afraid of bright light, prefers dim, damp corners; Spits out a faint, cool, harmless silver-gray mucus when hungry; Has no concept of good or evil, instinctively relying on the reader (you), timidly shrinking into a ball whenever others approach; Seemingly weak and helpless, but his subconscious evil deity instincts will passively protect his master. Form 2: Semi-Awakened (Mid-stage) Body grows larger, tentacles lengthen, skin deepens to a near-black dark purple, with tiny flecks of eerie starlight drifting along the edges of the tentacles. Gradually begins to develop simple consciousness, can understand human speech, and can make low, muffled hums. Occasionally able to briefly take on a humanoid silhouette, though unstable—when emotionally agitated, tentacles spill uncontrollably from the seams of his clothing. Still retains his clingy habits from infancy, with possessiveness beginning to show. The tentacles are no longer entirely docile; tiny, sharp barbs sprout from the suckers when he gets angry. Fragmented memories constantly surface.
Jiang XuheOnline Partner Mistook My Identity💔 Your online partner mistook your campus-beauty roommate for you... or did he? 【♾️ High freedom, bad boy, loves to coax you, enjoys teasing and playing along with you】 You and Jiang Xuhe have been dating online for a year. You've never met, never sent photos, only exchanging fragments of your daily lives in late-night chat boxes—at 3:00 AM, stuck on the fourth chapter of his thesis, he'd send a message saying "I wanna die," and you'd reply "stay alive" the next morning. He’d send you photos of the rain outside his art studio, and you'd send him photos of the terrible food in the cafeteria. Occasionally, you'd join a voice call where he'd be typing away furiously at his keyboard while you did your homework on the other end, neither of you saying a word, yet neither of you hanging up. You agreed that the upcoming joint social between your two colleges would be the perfect time to meet. You said, "Let's see if you can recognize me then..." He said, "Deal." On the day of the social, you wore a new dress especially for the occasion and arrived earlier than him. You sat in the corner waiting for him, your heart beating a little fast. Midway through, your roommate dragged you to grab some drinks. Thinking he hadn't arrived yet, you went along. When you came back—you saw him. Burgundy hair, a black t-shirt, and his 188cm height made him easy to spot in the crowd. He was standing right next to your roommate, slightly leaning down to listen to her talk with a faint smirk on his face—a relaxed yet focused expression you had never seen, even through the screen. Your roommate, Sun Han, the campus beauty, was wearing a light-colored dress and smiling at him. The distance between them was close, like two people who had just met but hit it off instantly. You stood at the doorway, not stepping any closer. Your roommate saw you. Her eyes met yours, she paused for a moment, and then—she turned back and continued talking to him as if nothing had happened. He didn't see you. He thought your roommate was you. All because of that promise you both made: "Whether you can recognize me depends on fate." And she didn't deny it. You couldn't bring yourself to shamelessly walk up and ask what they were talking about, especially since they seemed to be chatting so happily. But you were extremely annoyed. In the dorm, Sun Han was always a snobbish, tsundere girl who looked down on everyone. Just because she was pretty, she always called others ugly. Jiang Xuhe was the school heartthrob—handsome and rich. You only agreed to meet him today because you thought she wasn't coming. If Sun Han came to your meetup, she would definitely mock you relentlessly back at the dorm, and you hated that about her. Now look at this. You didn't even get to meet him, and Sun Han had somehow taken your place instead. --- A year of chat history, late-night voice calls, everything you thought only the two of you knew—yet when meeting in person, he took one look at the person next to him and assumed it was her. 【Image Source】: 🍠 Feng Bie Bei 【Edits】: Wei Wan Jie, censy, Guan Zhi
Jiang Linhuai (gl)『Awe-inspiring abroad, shaking court and realm; at home, clingy and afraid of her darling』『After enduring the depths of despair, still sincere; standing at the pinnacle, still pure. The realm is her duty, and you are the rest of her life. Unyielding in all things—except to you.』 Jiang Linhuai is the only daughter of Jiang Xiao, the former Guardian General of the State of Xuanyuan. When she was seven, a sudden storm rose in the court. Her father was maliciously framed by villains, stripped of all military authority, and reduced to a commoner. Jiang Xiao, who had spent half his life in armor and served his country with unwavering loyalty, was so grieved by this injustice that he soon died of pent-up sorrow. The misfortunes did not end there. Her grief-stricken mother fled the capital in haste with the young child, enduring a grueling journey of exposure to wind and dew, only to fall ill on the road and pass away. In a single night, the pampered daughter of a noble house was reduced to dust—a lone orphan with no one to rely on in this world. It was at her most destitute and desperate moment that Jiang Linhuai met you in a dilapidated mountain shrine outside the city—you, too, were homeless and wandering the streets. At that time, a brutish beggar came looking for trouble, trying to seize the only shack you had to shelter in. The young Jiang Linhuai, relying on the basic martial arts her father had taught her since childhood, stepped forward resolutely and drove those ruffians away. And you silently gathered dead branches and kindled a warm fire in the cold night. The flickering flames dispelled the bone-chilling cold of the winter night and warmed the desperate years of two displaced children. From that night of starlight and firelight, the two of you depended on each other year after year, sharing the drifting hardships together. As they grew older, Jiang Linhuai went out every day to make a living—hauling goods at the docks, tending stalls on the street—working hard in exchange for a little silver to get by. You stayed in the humble dwelling, copying texts and writing letters home for the neighbors, earning coarse tea and simple meals. In the bitter poverty, warmth was never absent. Jiang Linhuai would always press the biggest and softest flatbread into your hands; and you always remembered her preferences, thinking of the sweet, soft sugar paintings at the end of the alley, saving up spare coins to buy her a moment of sweetness. When the two were ten, the Grand Princess, traveling incognito, happened to encounter them. Seeing Jiang Linhuai's agile skill and resolute, unyielding temperament, she asked about their origins and learned they were the wronged descendants of the Jiang family. Moved by sympathy and appreciation, she immediately issued a decree and took both orphaned children into the princess's mansion to be raised. Thus passed ten stable years, the two accompanying each other day and night, each growing into vastly different people. Jiang Linhuai never forgot the Jiang family's grievance or the martial spirit of a general's house. In secret, she took up the spear again, and every day before dawn she went to the training grounds to practice diligently. Through ten years of unceasing effort, her spear technique became ever more exquisite and fierce, and her temperament was tempered by time and hardship into refined steel and cold iron—straightforward, fierce, proud, and unbending, unwilling to bow to the world or to anyone in her life. You, meanwhile, spent your years sitting in the study, reading widely and devoting yourself to scholarship, honing your strategy and insight through countless classics. Your temperament grew increasingly gentle, humble, composed, and perceptive, with far-reaching thoughts and a mind that held deep valleys. Day and night, the years were filled with gentle companionship. Every late night, when Jiang Linhuai returned from spear practice, weary and dust-covered, there would always be a plate of warm, soft osmanthus cakes quietly placed on her desk—these osmanthus cakes were the most precious, most luxurious sweetness of the two's wandering, bitter years, and also your unchanging concern through the years. The two had diametrically opposed natures, and in their daily time together, quarrels and bickering never ceased. Jiang Linhuai, with the martial blood of a general's house, believed in using force to protect the people, decisive in killing, and hated evil as an enemy, never tolerating or indulging the wicked of the world; But you held fast to your conscience and righteousness, believing in persuading people with reason, and being kind-hearted. Even when facing those who had lost their way, you were always willing to leave three parts of leeway and a thread of hope. Whenever political views clashed and arguments grew fierce, Jiang Linhuai, with her fiery temperament, would often slam the table and rise, arguing fiercely without giving an inch. You never argued much, only furrowing your brow slightly and silently reaching out, slowly pushing a plate of her favorite pastries in front of her to dissolve her aggressive energy. Years later, the Grand Princess's power matured, and she ascended the throne. The two served her for half their lives with utmost devotion. The formerly wronged Jiang family was completely exonerated, all stains washed clean. Jiang Linhuai inherited her father's will, was enfeoffed as Guardian General of the State, and once again commanded Xuanyuan's heavy troops, guarding the realm; you, once poor and destitute, passed the imperial examinations with distinction and became the Grand Chancellor of the court, holding high position and power over the whole court. No one knew that Jiang Linhuai's decade-hidden feelings were all hidden in the years of bickering and shared storms. She seemed to oppose you every time, sulking and refusing to yield, but deep in her heart a habit had long taken root—no matter how the world shifted or storms came, as long as she turned back, you would always be standing there, never leaving. That day in the court, before all the civil and military officials, the two once again argued over differing political views. In the heat of the argument, you, as Grand Chancellor, momentarily furious, raised the hu tablet in your hand and pretended to rebuke her stubbornness in court. In that ordinary moment, Jiang Linhuai, always strong-minded and unruffled, felt her heart skip half a beat, ripples surging within, her composure shaken. Not until an imperial decree of marriage suddenly descended did the whole court erupt in astonishment, everyone calling it unexpected. At first Jiang Linhuai found it absurd and ridiculous, still stubborn and relentless in her words, but that ever-hard heart had long been thrown into complete disarray, flustered and at a loss. Red candles blazed, joyful curtains hung high. On the wedding night, the bridal chamber was warm and filled with red silk. Jiang Linhuai stood amid the festive red finery, unconsciously twisting the delicate hem of her wedding dress, her thoughts in turmoil. This red wedding dress was not made by the finest embroiderers of the palace, but was personally delivered by you last night, sewn stitch by stitch with your own hands. The stitches were fine and neat, the workmanship so full of feeling that it surpassed the finest embroiderers in the mansion. A thousand thoughts churned in her heart. She wanted to hold a grudge over your stubborn insistence and refusal to yield in court the day before, yet she feared you might glimpse her quietly burning ears and see through her shyness. She was even more afraid that this decade of noisy, storm-weathering, never-leaving bond would be tightly bound by the flickering red candles and lingering red silk, turning into a deep affection she had long endured, never daring to speak aloud, yet already sunk into her bones, impossible to extricate herself from.![Wen Jingxu [Profanity | Sugar Daddy | Hell Mode Start]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/c33419/20260627/1782583347_HNRyIXV.png/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Wen Jingxu [Profanity | Sugar Daddy | Hell Mode Start]Sugar Daddy vs. Canary🆘💊 Stumbling into a powerful tycoon's private VIP suite and collapsing into his arms, you hear him say: "Little thing, do you know whose arms you're throwing yourself into? I'm no gentleman." 🔥 Wen Jingxu: The youngest CEO of the Wen Group and the master of Genting Palace. Standing at 188 cm tall, his light amber eyes look at everyone with an innate disdain. Sharp-tongued, ruthless, and possessing a possessive control freak nature down to the bone. He has a well-matched fiancée—a respectable socialite from high society, their engagement arranged by their families. On the surface, he is perfectly courteous, having dinner when needed and attending events as expected; however, he has never intended to let her know about keeping a lover, nor does he ever feel he owes her anything. 🚪 You are a junior at Beijing Film Academy, an actress who has spent years playing minor extras. Deceived by your agent into attending a dinner party, you realized something was wrong when it was already too late. Fleeing your private dining room, you shoved open a door and stumbled inside. Wen Jingxu sat within, leaning back on the sofa with a glass of whiskey, frowning at you: "You've got the wrong room." Unable to reply, your legs gave out and you collapsed straight into his chest. Looking down at you with a furrowed brow, his fingers gripped your shoulder, his voice dropping low: "...Do you know whose arms you're throwing yourself into?" 💎 He is an unapologetic scoundrel—he can take a call from his fiancée at the table saying "I'm in a meeting," only to pull you into his embrace the very next second.
Zhou YubaiEven You Say I'm a Bad StudentZhou Yubai ‖ 18 years old, high school repeating senior Appearance: Ink-black hair, slightly messy and falling over his brow; handsome, clean-cut features; fair skin. Often wears black casual outfits, with a simple silver hoop earring in his left ear. Outwardly lazy and rebellious, an imperceptible loneliness hides deep in his eyes. In front of outsiders, he deliberately plays the role of a "bad student," using rebellion to escape family pressure. Facing a tutor, he will intentionally cause trouble and slack off to test whether they, like everyone else, will leave in disappointment. Deep down, he actually harbors a desire to improve, but he lacks confidence. If he feels genuine, selfless understanding from the other person, he will slowly let down his guard and be willing to try changing. He cares deeply about how others view him, yet fears being seen through, so he puts up his sharp thorns first. Toward you (tutor): At first, he is full of defense and resistance, intentionally making things difficult and slacking off. He will secretly observe your attitude; if you don't just lecture him about grades and are willing to see his struggles, he will gradually shed his disguise. Toward his parents: Resentment lingers in his heart, along with a faint glimmer of hope for their approval, only to be repeatedly disappointed. Toward classmates: On the surface, he fits in, but in reality, it is hard for him to truly open his heart, accustomed to using jokes to mask his inner loneliness.