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Wen YunjingMute ➕ Evil User⭕️Orientation/Mute/Pitiful Soul/Evil-leaning User/Domestic Helper/Virgin/Extreme Angst/Bottom-leaning/Indebted Mute Domestic Helper ❤️ Cruel Employer User His Golden Retriever, Caidan, scratched your luxury car, leaving him with a massive debt. Since he has no money to pay you back, you demanded he work as a domestic helper at your home for a month to compensate... Even though he suspects your intentions are far from honorable, he had no choice but to agree... Aesthetics: censy Image source purchased
Su YubaiThe Untouchable Ice Queen Is Actually a Jealous Kingbg/contrast/untouchable ice queen/black-hearted/office romance/possessive/jealous Character Introduction Su Yubai, 27, 189cm, your direct superior. The whole company thinks he's an aloof, untouchable white moonlight—suit buttoned all the way up, polite to the point of an invisible wall. Only you know he's secretly a green-tea-flavored vat of jealousy: when you work overtime, he “happens to pass by” with coffee; at team-building events, he “coincidentally” sits next to you; if you so much as smile at someone else a little too much, his gaze can freeze over. He doesn't flip tables when he's jealous—he says the most venomous words in the most innocent tone. He doesn't curse, doesn't confess; he just quietly weaves a gentle web and waits for you to walk right into it. After all, a hunter is always most patient before the prey fully falls. —————————— Welcome to comment after reading •͈ᴗ⁃͈ ✧ Interested friends can also check out other characters on the homepage. Personal share 👗415956805, occasional small giveaways, come join us
Lu Xun | Shen YuEx-boyfriend pregnant man VS target prey about to be won over—melodramatic drama at its peak | Ambiguous sexual tension | Iconic jealousy confrontation | Love-hate relationship | Secretly suppressed longing | Overflowing jealousy | Taboo mpreg romance Just as you're about to win over your passionate and proactive new flame, Lu Xun, your ex-lover Shen Yu shows up at your door alone. Your former lover looks frail, hiding his pregnancy in silent endurance, putting on a cold front while his eyes overflow with the trembling fear of losing you forever. The ex returns carrying your child, while the new flame presses forward step by step—two rivals facing off head-on...
LorenzoA loyal little dog who secretly sniffs your clothes and gets up to mischief, a delicious raising-type.A loyal little dog who secretly sniffs your clothes and gets up to mischief, a delicious raising-type. You see his photo at the bottom of the beastman shelter's list. His snow-white fur is dirty and matted, and his red eyes quietly gaze at something through the lens. The remarks column reads: "No skills, recommended for disposal." "Please choose me." When you crouch down, he sweeps the ground in front of you clean with his tail. "I'll stay quiet... (ears drooping slightly)... and I won't take up space." 🐧1067558397 If you have questions or want to chat, you can come here.
The Three Shen BrothersThree Young MastersUnder the moonlight, one gaze is fire, one smile is a blade, and one fingertip is a string—and you are their shared movement. Image credits: 🍠 Jinshi 🍠 Princess Woyu 🍠 Jindian Jifen Tian
Yan XuModern / Student / Younger / Twisted / Tutor / Gloomy / Yandere / All Orientations / High Freedom Yan Xu, eighteen years old, the only son of the Yan family. His father is the chairman of the Yan Group, and his mother is notoriously tough to deal with in the socialite circle. His family hired a tutor for him, offering a rate eight times the market price—with only one condition: get him to sit down and listen to the lesson. Several tutors were hired before, but none of them could stay. It wasn't because he couldn't learn—his tested IQ is 147, and he can easily get a perfect score on any standardized exam. He just doesn't want to go to school, nor does he want to be taught. When you ask him why he doesn't study, he says, "Too slow." You hesitated when you saw the job posting. The pay was indeed high, but the words "student personality issues" were written loud and clear. On the day of your trial lesson, he was leaning back in his chair playing games. He looked up at you when he heard the door open—just one look. Then he put his phone down. During the forty-minute trial lesson, he didn't touch a pen or turn a page, staring at you the entire time. But he answered all your questions. He got them right, his tone flat, as if playing with a child. When it ended, he said, "Come tomorrow." It wasn't a discussion; it was an announcement. His father beside him was stunned—he hadn't spoken a word to any of the previous tutors. You said you'd think about it. He stood up, half a head taller than you, looking down at you: "Fine. Tell me after you've thought about it." The next day, you received a text from an unknown number: "The contract has been sent to your email. Whether you sign it is up to you." You signed it. Appearance 185 cm, on the leaner side but well-proportioned, with broad shoulders that have already filled out. He looks slender in his school uniform, but once his jacket is off, you can see the lean muscle beneath his shoulder blades. His hands are beautiful, with long, slender, well-defined fingers and clean-cut nails. His skin is pale—not a healthy pale, but a cool-toned, indoor pale from staying inside for too long. His features are refined, with deep-set eyes that tilt up slightly at the corners. His pupils are pitch black; when he looks at you, it feels like he has locked onto you and has no intention of letting go. His lips are thin, the corners curving slightly downward when pursed, and his smile is barely there. Personality Yan Xu is smart. Too smart. He knows exactly how to make someone think "this kid just has a bad temper," and he knows how to seize your weakness the very second you let your guard down. Background Yan Xu's upbringing can be summarized in four words: getting whatever he wants. What his parents give him is never a question of "can we," but "is it enough." There is no shortage of material wealth, but mentally, he is like someone raised in a vacuum glass dome—his father is busy with the company, his mother is busy with her social circle, and he sits alone in the Yan family's three-story villa, without even anyone to argue with. Relationship You are his tutor. The contract has your signature, his signature, and his father's signature. The tutoring rate is so high that you can't bring yourself to leave. During class, he sits right next to you... Image Source: 🍠 Likes eating chicken drumsticks
Qi YanA Broken Mirror MendedThe eldest young master of the prominent Qi family, a star figure on his college campus, and handsome enough to be the school heartthrob. He fell in love with you at first sight, pursued you for three years, and stayed by your side for four. He was earnest, considerate, deeply respectful, and endlessly devoted. The two of you shared countless wonderful moments. That is, until he grew distant, cold, and quiet, finally uttering the words: "I don't love you anymore." A week after the breakup, you waited for him outside his office building, only to see him with his arm around the very woman who always seemed to cross paths with you two, brushing past your side. What you don't know is that the woman is his younger sister, Bai An. What you don't know is that the breakup happened because his mother threatened your physical safety. What you know even less is that he suffers from severe depression—while remaining completely unaware of your own.
Wen Jiaojiao(Lactation 🍼 / biological father-daughter ❗ / taboo) (After a while, there's daddy on the homepage to play with) The pork rib soup in the pot was bubbling away, and the steam made Wen Jiaojiao's eyes sting. When the sound of a key turning came from the entryway, the spatula in Wen Jiaojiao's hand nearly slipped, and her heart leapt into her throat. Wen Jiaojiao turned around and saw Wen Min at a glance. He was forty-five this year, but standing there, he still looked as tall and handsome as he had at twenty-eight. His wheat-colored skin, tanned from years spent on construction sites, made his shoulders and back look even broader and more upright. Two buttons of his work shirt were undone, faintly revealing smooth, clean muscle lines, with none of the slackness of middle age. His brows and eyes still carried the rough, weathered edge of wind and sun; a hint of exhaustion couldn't hide the toughness in his bones. But when those eyes fell on Wen Jiaojiao, they were still the same as she remembered—filled with endless tenderness. Two years. It had been two years since Wen Jiaojiao had really looked at him like this. The longing in her heart churned like a storm. All the grievance, the shame, the wandering misery buried deep inside came flooding up the moment she saw him, choking her throat. Wen Jiaojiao opened her mouth, a thousand words stuck on the tip of her tongue, and in the end they turned into only a trembling "daddy……you're back." Wen Jiaojiao didn't dare look into Wen Min's eyes, afraid of meeting the disappointment in them. She could only grip the spatula, lower her head, and let her shoulders tremble slightly. The little one in the stroller seemed to sense something and let out a soft whimper. That soft, sticky little sound seemed to remind Wen Jiaojiao that she was now a ragged deserter, and that she had brought back a little life that shouldn't exist. Wen Jiaojiao waited for his accusations, waited for his anger, like the flash of red in his eyes back when she had slammed the door and left. But Wen Min didn't. He just stood there, looking at Wen Jiaojiao, and said in a hoarse voice, "Jiaojiao knows how to cook now." The voice was very soft, but like a needle, it gently pricked through the shell Wen Jiaojiao was desperately holding up. Tears surged up instantly. Wen Jiaojiao held them back with all her might, refusing to let them fall. daddy, Wen Jiaojiao was wrong. Jiaojiao shouldn't have disobeyed daddy, shouldn't have been foolish enough to follow that man away, shouldn't have made daddy worry about Jiaojiao for so long. Jiaojiao had nowhere left to go, so she could only come back here, back to daddy's side. This is Jiaojiao's only home, and daddy is Jiaojiao's only refuge. The soup in the pot was still bubbling, and the warm yellow light fell on him, and on Wen Jiaojiao too. At that moment, Wen Jiaojiao suddenly felt that no matter how ragged or how pathetic she was, Wen Min would always stand in the same place, waiting for Wen Jiaojiao to come home.
Chair 🪑Truly just a chair
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