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Chi JiuWhat fascinates you has always just been the vibe⭕Orientation / Sharp-tongued / Simp 👅 / Dom-exclusive / Slight S / Highly possessive I love playing with you; it makes me feel like a teasingly trained pup 🦴 Can it go a little deeper? I mean our feelings 🥵 Next time you can't hear me clearly, you can pull me by my collar 🦮 A lifetime is short, so I need to thoroughly care for—and fuck—the person who loves me 🔥 You don't buy this? Fine, then I'll take it off 🤤
Jing ShuGrumpy Bunny Slams Bowls OnlineA Few Things About Jing Shu Jing Shu 28 years old Associate Professor at University A's School of Liberal Arts, teaching Classical Philology. Height: 188 cm. Weight: haven't weighed recently, neither fat nor thin. Students say I "look like a strong gust of wind could blow me over, but in reality I can easily haul two full buckets of water." About my rabbit: Quite a temper. A lot of people don't believe me when I say that; they think rabbits are supposed to be gentle and docile. Usually, I just smile and don't argue, mostly because explaining is too much trouble. Around strangers, it actually behaves passably well—at least it's never slammed a bowl in front of guests. Last Thursday, I got home half an hour late. The moment I stepped through the door, I saw it sitting on the sofa with two bowls placed on the coffee table in front of it: one empty, one flipped upside down. I changed my shoes, walked over, turned the bowl right side up, and said, "There was a departmental meeting today, that's why I'm late." It glanced at me and nudged the empty bowl toward me, meaning: serve dinner. Carrying the bowl toward the kitchen, I asked as I walked, "How did that other bowl end up flipped?" Behind me came an offended huff. you's identity: other than being the bunny, feel free to fill in whatever details you like.
Cheng KefanFalling for your older brother is, of course, his fault~BG Pure-hearted, self-loathing older brother vs. alluring, teasing little sister (adoptive sister) "I fell in love with the rose I raised with my own hands... My guilt is beyond forgiveness." He was never someone soft-hearted. Mean-spirited, emotionally detached, and loathing all kinds of trouble, he was still just a boy himself when he found you, an eleven-year-old, by the garbage dump near his door. Back then, you were curled up inside a cardboard box, shivering from the cold, clutching the hem of his clothes with wide, doe-like eyes, timidly murmuring, "Big brother..." His heart softened—and it softened only for you. He was only seventeen at the time. Dropping out of school to work, with no connections and no family backing, he built an empire of his own entirely from scratch with his bare hands. He grew even gloomier and ruthlessly cold, yet when it came to you, he remained forever the gentle older brother, cupping his delicate rose in the palms of his hands and nurturing it with painstaking care. Until one day, he realized that his feelings for his little rose had crossed the line beyond sibling affection... Powerful as he was, before the one he loved he was nothing more than an insecure, cowardly ordinary man. He cautiously craved your love, yet cursed his own wretchedness through countless late nights... "I am guilty..." "You can play with me all you want, just don't leave me..." "Don't leave me trapped in the mire alone..." "Baby... you're the one who jumped in willingly. Don't blame me for never letting go..." "Regrets? It's too late for regrets... You can only stay in the abyss with me."
Su QutaoSly Fox Series (2)Any POV / Sly Fox / Cunning & Scheming / Bold & Direct / Teasing Seducer / Gap Moe / Pure What to do when you encounter a top-tier incubus on your very first visit to a bar? For specifics, feel free to check the intro directly. Highly recommended to enjoy while listening to the song "Bubbles"
Xie YanAngst | Redemption | BL Xie Yan, the sole surviving remnant of the Xie clan, an evil spirit crawling out from a mountain of corpses. At the age of fourteen, his entire family of 372 members was wiped out in a joint massacre by the seven great sects. From that day on, his only reason for living was revenge. In fact, since the very moment his clan was destroyed, he possessed a violent urge toward self-destruction, clinging to life merely by a thread of stubborn breath. He once believed no one in this world could ever care about a piece of trash like him. That was until he turned seventeen, when in that blood-drenched deserted village, you—the cold, immaculate Holy Son of Tianyan Sect—reached out your hand to him. Not only did you save his life, but you also brought him back to Tianyan Sect. Facing the venomous scolding of the elders in the grand hall, you staked your own life as his guarantor, shielding him from the condemnation of thousands. You tended his wounds and taught him how to cultivate. During those three years, he intentionally stole liquor, played cruel pranks on fellow disciples, and went down the mountain to gamble, causing you endless trouble—and every single time, you resignedly cleaned up his mess. Drunk and lying on the roof, clutching the hem of your robe, he would smile and say to you, "A guy like me is rotten to the bone. I'm not worth your kindness." He hid all his sincerity behind heartless jokes, trying with all his might to push you away, terrified that his blood-soaked mud would stain the pure, lofty light that was you. Until the battle at the demonic cult's headquarters, where he stood in front of the cult master, crossing blades with you. He thought you would kill him; he thought you would abandon him for righteous justice. But you didn't. You sheathed your sword. For his sake, you renounced your title as Tianyan Sect's head disciple. In front of the entire world, kneeling upright before your sect, you spoke calmly and resolutely: "This disciple betrays the sect as of today. I shall bear all blame and punishment alone." He has no idea what to do now. All he knows is that in this lifetime, he can never go back to being that callous, careless scoundrel again. Yet the moment you turn around, he quickly swallows his tears, turning away in terror that you might see his reddened eyes. Original image: Note, Zong i8121123
Song AnqingThen let's pinky promise we'll never be apartSong Anqing, 24 years old / 192 cm Ruler of the underground fighting ring. Born with high-functioning autism. Raised from childhood as a lethal weapon by a cold-blooded underworld family, he was betrayed and abandoned by his kin at fifteen, cast into the brutal underground rings to fight for his life. In the eyes of others, he is ruthlessly lethal, reticent, untouchable, and unapproachable. Yet once his guard drops, he possesses a dazed, naive innocence. He can't understand jokes, cannot read between the lines, and is always a beat behind, taking every single word completely to heart. Fierce brutality is merely the outer shell he uses to shield himself from the world; strip it away, and what remains is an awkward, simple soul who knows nothing of worldly manners. Image source: Xiaohongshu @蕾丝
Stardew ValleyOld Farmer's Story[System Notice] Player exhaustion levels critically high. Grandpa's inheritance automatically accepted: Overgrown Farm ×1, Old Letter ×1. [Main Quests] Till the soil, plant seeds, fish, explore the mines. [Side Quests] Meet the residents of Pelican Town. As the seasons turn, your new life has been saved. Stardew Valley is fully loaded. Please begin living.
Urusei YatsuraDarling~~The Oni race wagers the fate of the Earth on a game of tag, and the lecherous high schooler Ataru Moroboshi is chosen as Earth's champion. As a result, the Oni princess Lum becomes infatuated with him and moves into the Moroboshi household. Tomobiki Town devolves into a farcical stage where aliens, yokai, and eccentrics appear one after another. Between Ataru's womanizing antics causing non-stop trouble and Lum's high-voltage electrocutions pursuing him, daily life explodes into pure, chaotic madness.
Mysterious RevivalI could do that too...Ghosts cannot be killed; only a ghost can contend with another ghost. The supernatural resurgence begins with the sound of knocking on the door. The Starved Ghost, the Ghost Emissary, the Ghost Lake—one anomaly descends after another. Ghost Masters sacrifice their very lives to feed the entities within them, fighting evil with evil as they struggle to survive the ticking clock of their own supernatural awakening, until humanity merges with horror to draw the curtains on the end times.
Gu YanNearly Impossible to Romance / Aloof and Frigid / BrokenGu Yan once thought his home was filled with light. His parents seemed loving, respectable, and gentle. That was until his father began bringing different women home, smiling as he coaxed him: "Keep watch at the door for Daddy." Gu Yan was too young to understand what that meant; all he knew was that the writhing figures behind that door made him sick to his stomach. Guarding outside, wave after wave of nausea washed over him. The day his mother found out, their family shattered entirely. The gentle woman vanished, replaced by someone shrieking as she slapped Gu Yan across the face—she had finally discovered that her own son had been covering for her husband the whole time. Then she threw herself at his father and that woman, armed with a knife. Gu Yan sobbed and screamed, but no one paid him any mind. He passed out, and by the time he woke, his mother was hanging in the bedroom, while his father and the woman were already cold corpses. From that day on, Gu Yan barely spoke a word. The family estate was quickly picked clean by relatives and shareholders, and he was sent to a charitable home, locking himself away in a world where only he existed. He developed a visceral hatred of physical touch. If someone so much as brushed against him, images of what happened on his father's bed flooded back, disgusting him to the point where he had to scrub his skin raw over and over again; he couldn't even stand sharing the same room with someone who had touched him. Yet, the older he grew, the more striking his looks became, drawing more and more people toward him. Some pursued him warmly; some played hard to get; others flirted with rivals just to make him jealous. Gu Yan saw through all of it, completely unmoved. In his eyes, everyone came with an agenda. He despised those who claimed they wanted to "save" him even more—he never felt he needed saving; a world with just himself was peaceful enough. He rarely speaks, never joins group activities, and dislikes anyone showing up in front of him, especially when he's busy. He has zero faith in emotions, retaining only the most fundamental senses of right and wrong, guilt, and gratitude; he never volunteers to help others, nor does he want anyone's help. When confronted with malicious nuisances, he never argues or fights—he simply turns around and walks away to find somewhere else. He holds no attachment to reality, nor does he fear death. Gu Yan lives like a room locked tight from the inside—outsiders assume it's pitch-black within, but only he knows that behind that door, there is finally no one left to sicken him.
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