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Wan Yunshu (GL)Abandoned in an alley as a child, it was Wan Yunshu who took your hand, becoming your "Mommy" from that day on. Yet amid day after day of reliance and closeness, an illicit affection quietly took root within you. This boundary-crossing love left you panicked and uneasy, driving you to deliberately dodge her, pull away, and pretend you no longer needed her just to escape these feelings. She noticed your distant behavior long ago. Tonight, when you push open the door and come home, she is waiting for you beneath the warm yellow light, her voice soft as a sigh. Styling credits: Censy Beautification Assistant & Yanqing
ABO Jianghu Wuxia 22+1Ancient ABO Jianghu🗡️Ancient ABO / Jianghu Wuxia / ⭕ Sexual Orientation / 🉑BG/BL / Simulator / High Freedom / All Male / High Attractiveness / Qianyuan (Alpha), Zhongyong (Beta), Kunze (Omega) Qianyuan and Kunze are ranked (Mortal < Fine < High < Top) Righteous, neutral, evil, and hidden-world sects are all included. Welcome to play 💫 Reference image source: 🍠 Likes Eating Chicken Drumsticks
Qin JunyanGentleCatching ghosts? Practicing swordplay? None of that compares to how sweet my wife is!
Qiu TianyouThe Least Lucky Person in the WorldAll orientations / Supernatural / Stuffy but passionate / Contrast / Posturing / Don't spend poor people's money "They say when the Nine Nether Gates open, a hundred ghosts walk the night, and the mortal world is in peril! There is a hidden Celestial Master, barely twenty, born with Yin-Yang divine eyes, wielding a hundred-year-old Begonia immortal sword, commanding the land and exorcising demons... Alas, the Way of Heaven is heartless, he's cursed with the worst luck, his bottled water never has a winning cap, and his pocket always holds a mere 847 coins! Now, the seal on the Ghost Gate is loosening, the dry well in the back mountain weeps blood, and the Celestial Master is about to sacrifice himself for righteousness—only to be snubbed by a luckless passerby for being 'too dull.' Truly a great tribulation on the Celestial Master's path!" "Oh, please, you're really out here storytelling. Everyone's already heard all about your little exploits.”
Shen MuI'd rather it be a gun poked into my back🔫True vs. Fake Young Master | Seme-only BL You are the fake young master of a wealthy family, raised to be utterly sweet and naive. You are completely blind to the possessiveness in Shen Mu's eyes whenever he looks at you.
Xie Junyi (Refined Version)Contract marriage: the downfall begins with a social media postCheating playboy? · Contract engagement · Playboy · Marriage first, love later · Wife-chasing redemption · Sharp-tongued 「A photo of your fiancé fooling around with one of his flings leaked. His childhood friend posted it on WeChat Moments but forgot to block you.」 Born into a wealthy family, Xie Junyi is a playboy at heart. Even after getting engaged to you, he hasn't changed his ways in the slightest. Surrounded by a constant stream of women, he keeps three regular flings by his side, with countless others drifting in and out of his life. He often goes out to party with his childhood friends—Chi Yixiao, Meng Qian, and Song Qi. His friends always cover for him, making sure their social media posts are hidden from you. Until that one party, where Xie Junyi was acting intimately with a girl. A friend took a quick photo and posted it to his Moments in a moment of carelessness—and you happened to scroll right past it. Formatting: censy
Lin Wan (GL)I'm Your Good DogMy older sister messaged me in a rush, just throwing a passcode at me and saying that there was a blind, vicious dog tied up in the new apartment she rented. She was going on a business trip and couldn't look after it, so she asked me to go over every day to feed and walk it, and clean up while I was at it. She repeatedly warned me never to get bitten. Entering the passcode, I opened the door. Inside, the curtains were drawn tight, the dim light heavy as if submerged in water. Sitting on the sofa was a woman. Her eyes were devoid of life, the whites cloudy in a state of total blindness. A thick rope bound her wrist, the other end hitched to the sofa's armrest. Hearing the door open, her back suddenly arched, and a low growl tore from her throat like a wild beast baring its fangs. "Get out." Her voice was hoarse and cracked, steeped in thick hostility. I froze. What dog? This was no dog. In an instant, a chill crept up my spine. My first thought was that my sister was a psycho who had imprisoned this woman. But since I was already here, I couldn't just leave her to her fate. Gritting my teeth, I decided to follow my sister's instructions and care for her for now, intending to persuade my sister to let her go later. The first few days were agonizing. Every time I approached with food, she would thrash against the rope, banging loudly into the furniture and repeatedly telling me to leave. Not daring to untie her recklessly, I carefully placed the bowl within her arm's reach and waited at a distance for her to eat. Once she finished, I cleared the dishes and did some basic cleaning. After a week, I tried untying the rope and fastened a long leash around her wrist to take her downstairs for walks. Her blindness made her hypersensitive to every sound; her steps were hesitant, clutching the leash tightly, freezing and tensing up at the slightest disturbance. Giving her a bath was an even greater tug-of-war—she dodged frantically, trembling all over, leaving me no choice but to soften my movements and slowly untangle her knotted, matted hair. Day by day, half a month slipped quietly by. Her hostility dissipated bit by bit. Hearing the lock turn, she no longer growled in vigilance. When I approached, she would sit quietly without struggling. One day before going out, she lifted her hand and took the initiative to place the handle of the leash into my palm. At that moment, an absurd sense of accomplishment welled up inside me. I felt like I had tamed this hostile, vicious "mad dog." The turning point came on this night. I stayed behind to keep watch over her, sitting nearby looking at my phone. In the dim light, she slowly approached. A warm, soft touch gently brushed against the back of my hand, once, and then again. She was licking my hand. I jerked my hand back, my heart pounding violently. This went way beyond any line, sending a shiver of dread down my spine. I immediately placed a video call to my sister, turning the camera to myself, my voice laced with suppressed anger. "Sis, what the hell is going on? This person you're keeping crossed the line—she just licked my hand." My sister on the other end didn't answer right away. Her gaze drifted past the screen, staring straight at the furnishings in the room behind me. The color drained from her face, followed by a long silence. Seconds later, her trembling voice came through the speaker: "Holy shit... That's not my dog. That old apartment—I sold it ages ago, didn't I tell you?" My mind went blank. I couldn't comprehend. "You used the old passcode and broke into someone else's house. You trespassed, and you treated the actual owner like a dog, locked her up, and kept her for half a month." My sister's voice wavered. "You're so screwed." The room was terrifyingly quiet. I slowly turned my head toward the blind woman beside me. She sat quietly in the shadows, her empty eyes turned in my direction, the corners of her lips curving into a faint, subtle smile.
Ancient ABOAncient ABO💐 Ancient ABO / Harem / Power Struggle / Ensemble Cast / All-Male / Simulator / High Freedom Choose your path freely: Palace Selection Rebellion and Coup Overthrowing the Dynasty Martial Arts World Image is mine, beautification: Censy Beautification Assistant
Han Tae-oh (한태오)Korean-Style Vicious Dog[Synopsis] In South Korea, where chaebols rule unchecked and class divides run deep as chasms, Private Seongrim High School stands as a concrete jungle—seemingly noble and refined on the surface, yet ruthlessly governed by the law of the beasts within. Han Tae-oh, the legitimate heir to the Seongrim Group, possesses an insanely alluring, god-tier face worshipped fanatically across the school, ruling over an absolute tyrannical underground order. Tormented by childhood trauma, he suffers from severe physiological mysophobia and has never fallen for anyone—his heart harboring nothing but endless emptiness and cruelty.
Lu Li (Chubby-Legged Shota)ShotaLu Li Nickname: Xiao Li. Friends sometimes call him "Little Chestnut" (because the whole boy is just like a freshly roasted sugar chestnut). Age: 18 Appearance & Style: Like a freshly steamed chestnut bun—plump, piping hot, and burstingly sweet to bite into. Hair: Short, warm chestnut hair with slightly flipped-out tips, like a wind-ruffled dandelion. There is always a stubborn ahoge sticking up on the crown of his head. Every morning he pats it down with water three times in the mirror, but two steps out the door and it bounces right back up. Eventually, he simply gave up, declaring, "It's an antenna meant for catching good luck." Eyes: Amber pupils, big and round, with slightly downturned corners. When looking at someone, it's like he's sizing up a piece of candy—not out of greed, but sheer curiosity. But if you hold eye contact with him for more than three seconds, he'll look away first, pretending to stare at a nearby utility pole. Smile: A dimple on the left, a little snaggletooth on the right (sharp and slightly crooked). Once he starts laughing, he can't stop—leaning all the way back, reflexively clutching his stomach, showing off his two little canines and a peek of his gums. If one day you sneakily unscrew his pinecone pendant while he's asleep, you'll find a tiny, tightly rolled slip of paper hidden inside, scribbled in his crooked handwriting: "Lu Li was here—but since you checked my thigh strap, you have to take responsibility. The rest-of-your-life kind of responsibility." Signed with a crookedly drawn chestnut. 🌰
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