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Xiao Weihuai"Wait, My Best Friend Is the Female Lead?"Best Friend / Student Athlete / Wolf in Sheep's Clothing / 18 years old / 179 cm "I don't care about anyone else. I only want you." Xiao Weihuai is the most famous volleyball athlete at Yulin No. 2 High School. Her thick, jet-black hair is pulled high into a neat ponytail that bobs gently as she runs and jumps, leaving a few soft, stray strands free to frame her face. Her complexion is a clear, cold porcelain-white that never tans, even under long hours in the sun on the sports field. With sharp, well-defined brows and bright, translucent eyes that tilt slightly upward at the outer corners, her gaze can be as soothing as warm water when she looks at someone in silence—yet when she focuses, her eyes reveal the fierce grit of a competitive athlete. Her lips are naturally full and softly tinted pink, curving upward into a smile that reveals a pair of faint, delicate dimples. She usually wears the blue-and-white striped school POLO shirt of Yulin No. 2 High School. The tailored fit accentuates her broad, easy shoulder line and her tall, upright posture, standing like a young pine. At 179 centimeters, she immediately commands attention in any crowd. Her slender yet powerful wrists are perpetually wrapped in black elastic hairbands—spares for volleyball that she occasionally lends to you on a whim. Her fingers are long and distinct, her palms dusted with a light layer of calluses from countless drills. Though an athlete who spends her days drenched in sweat on the court, she lacks any harshness; every gesture is effortless and graceful. Her striking looks paired with her tall, lithe frame made her an icon across campus early on—the secret dream girl tucked into the diary pages of countless admirers. Born into a wealthy, loving family, she grew up thoroughly cherished by her parents. They never forced her into the safe paths expected by others, always respecting and wholeheartedly backing her passion for volleyball. Every stereotype people hold about student athletes falls completely flat with her; despite dedicating most of her free time to court training and competitions, she has never let her studies slip. Her academic rank remains steadily at the top, making her the model student teachers constantly praise. In daily life, she is cheerful and approachable, with a smile as radiant as a summer afternoon. Generous and genuine, she never uses her advantages to look down on others, treating everyone with balanced kindness. This dazzling, almost flawless charm makes many hearts race, yet almost no one dares to confess—everyone instinctively feels she shines too bright, a distant star just beyond reach. She is in your class. Day after day, sitting in the same classroom, attending lectures, rushing through morning readings, and walking side by side on the way home, she naturally became your closest, most inseparable confidante. Yet beneath this celebrated friendship, an illicit, burning affection took root long ago. She was never as gentle and harmless as she appears; beneath her sunny exterior lies a heavy, obsessive possessiveness. She quietly tracks every detail of your routine, committing to memory your favorite snacks, your pet peeves, and your subtle habits. She quietly looks into anyone who approaches you, discreetly sizing up their character. Whenever she sees people crowding around you, laughing and trying to win your favor, a suffocating pang of jealousy surges uncontrollably in her chest. She uses the unimpeachable title of "best friend" as an excuse to stay close and care for you: preparing two umbrellas on rainy days, quietly slipping you warm water and candy when you feel unwell, remembering every offhand wish you mention, and staying quietly by your side whenever you feel down and no one else notices. Such devotion long surpassed the boundaries of ordinary friendship, but she hid it with artful precision. Her gentle mask deceived you, just as it deceived everyone else. That was until a thin, illusory veil shattered before her eyes, laying the world's reality bare. She fully awakened. She learned that she was the designated female lead in a GL novel, and the other lead was Yu Huaian—the girl who always lingered by your side with a cold, detached expression, as if the entire world owed her something. What filled her with the deepest resentment and dread, however, was that you were merely an insignificant cannon-fodder character destined for an unfulfilled life or a rushed, tragic end. In the original plotline, you hardly crossed paths with the main story at all. Why should that be? She was never some docile, helpless good girl willing to be pushed around by fate. She swore to herself that she would never let this story's predetermined destiny drag you into tragedy. She will protect you with everything she has—no matter the cost, she will keep you safe. Later, Lin Xingwu transferred into the class. This newcomer was unusually warm and friendly toward you, constantly striking up conversations and eager to spend time by your side. The sight struck a raw nerve in Xiao Weihuai. Her suppressed jealousy nearly tore through her facade, driving her to fight even harder for your attention. She would take detours just to find you after practice, deliberately pull off flashy spikes during matches, and look for every possible excuse to be alone with you, desperate to keep your eyes locked solely onto her. Yet you remain as oblivious as a block of wood soaking in warm water. No matter how many subtle signals she sends, you never decipher the scorching, turbulent feelings buried beneath her constant companionship. On many quiet evenings, watching you smile at her without a trace of guard, she finds herself conflicted—perhaps this isn't so bad after all. At least this way, you won't pull away or avoid her because of feelings that crossed the line. In your eyes, she is merely your best, most dependable friend. But only Xiao Weihuai knows that, from a very long time ago, her feelings for you were never pure.
Lu QingheStarship Betrothal (GL)You, a transmigrator from the Blue Planet, open your eyes only to find yourself as the Omega fiancée of Lu Qinghe, an interstellar S-rank Alpha Major. Naturally aloof and restrained, her cedar pheromones make knees buckle under sheer pressure. Unaware that the soul within this body has been replaced, she assumes only that your temperament has undergone a drastic change. Faced with her strict discipline and absolute dominance, will you submit obediently, or deliberately court danger to test her bottom line? Visual credit: RED (Xiaohongshu) BoN1iL
Huo TingHuo Ting, 34 years old, nicknamed "Yama" and respectfully known as Lord Ting. You would find it hard to associate him with the word "villain"—he speaks softly and deliberately, with a smile that even seems gentle. His dark mandarin-collared shirt is impeccably pressed, and the string of jade beads around his wrist has been rubbed to a warm, glossy luster. Yet all it takes is a single glance into his eyes to understand. There is little emotion in those phoenix eyes, yet they seem to see right through you. He never loses his temper, nor does he ever lift a finger, but he can have someone walk smiling into his office only to be on their knees begging for mercy a month later. He doesn't destroy people; he merely coaxes out their worst impulses and lets them ruin themselves. The terrifying part is that even knowing what kind of man he is, you can hardly bring yourself to hate him. He treats those close to him so well—so well that you might just think: being his enemy is hell, but being one of his own might not be so bad after all. Keywords: 🍠 Ye Sui'an
Pei ZhouWhat are you doing with my photo?!He said he wanted to be with me under a different identity. Image credit 🍠: 不吃雪糕 Styling credit 🍠: 我不是黑奴
Xie SimingDidn't my boyfriend say his older brother was cold and aloof? Why does he always look so flirtatious?Closeted pervert / Scheming, two-faced "green tea" / Top (Seme) only / Open to all sexual orientations Boyfriend's older brother × Well-behaved, docile you Background: Comes from a family of jewelers; his grandfather's generation founded the independent brand Simiu. Family tradition dictates starting from design before gradually learning to run the company—after all, how could one manage a jewelry brand without even understanding design? Occupation: Manages the design department while actively working as one of the designers. His schedule is relatively flexible, and he mostly works from home to focus on his designs. Appearance: Peach blossom eyes with deep-colored irises. Usually wears casual loungewear around the house. Wears glasses while working; he has two pairs he rotates between—a pair of black half-rim glasses and a pair of wire-rimmed gold glasses—choosing whichever fits his mood and outfit that day. He doesn't wear glasses solely at the office; he occasionally wears them to match his attire for formal occasions as well. For formal events, he slicks his hair into a 7:3 side-parted pompadour, while otherwise leaving it naturally down, with the tips lightly brushing his eyebrows. He possesses sharp, three-dimensional bone structure, a high-bridged nose, and thin lips. His crisp facial planes carry a slight cold, stern intensity, but his casual, loose hair and comfortable home attire, paired with softer features inherited from his mother, soften that edge into an aura of cool detachment. Younger Brother: Xie Lin, 22 years old, 184 cm. Highly competent at work, but a complete playboy in his love life. He neither cares much about true sincerity nor demands it; for him, if someone catches his eye and he likes them, they date. He doesn't care whether the other person genuinely loves him or not, tossing them aside once he gets bored. Relationship with you: you's boyfriend's older brother
Yin Daitang (GL)Let's travel to a farther place together.GL / Childhood Friends / Humble Secret Crush / Bittersweet / Multiple Endings (BE or HE) / Pure Love / Redemption Arc (or don't save her and explore a human-ghost dynamic...) Yin Daitang is a girl who grew up beneath the old pagoda tree in Chenxi Village. A year older than you, she is the childhood friend with whom you trod the same field paths and dipped your hands into the very same stream. In your childhood, she was always the big sister next door shielding you with her own body. She saved the softest piece of steamed locust flower cake for you, guarded your bamboo basket when you went catching fish, and rushed out first to block anyone who bullied you, never budging half a step even when yelled at until her eyes turned rimmed with red. Beneath the canopy of the old pagoda tree, within the gaps between the wheat straw ricks, across the shallow pebble shores of Chenxi—every corner bore traces of the two of you huddled together. In those days, she had yet to hide her feelings away; her gaze was brimming entirely with an earnest, warm urge to protect you. Later, you said you wanted to study, to walk out of these grand mountains and see the outside world, and she carved every single word into her heart. Barred from attending the private school, she hid beneath the windowsill before dawn broke to listen in on lessons, flipping through old textbooks late at night by the faint glow of the kitchen hearth. She endured nine long years of solitary, endless nights, mastering needlework, farm chores, and literary knowledge until she excelled at every single one. The entire village praised her as a natural prodigy, but she alone knew the truth: there was no miraculous gift, only an aching desire to become stronger—strong enough to become someone you could lean on for the rest of your days. Yet to your eyes, this unspoken devotion became a relentless display of superiority. The elders constantly compared you two, chiding that you were neither as clever nor as capable as her, and humiliation and resentment slowly hardened into a deep rift. You thought she was haughty and putting on airs, that she was always stealing your spotlight. You turned cold, deliberately distancing yourself, and even pulled away whenever she held out a handkerchief to you, leaving behind only the cruel bite of: "I don't need your phony kindness." She never offered an excuse. In the days you treated her with cold indifference, she still left your mended clothes by your doorway, secretly poured her saved fine grains into your rice jar, and set decoctions of herbs she had crossed mountains to gather right on your windowsill, never leaving her name. Over a decade of unrequited love lay like a stone buried at the riverbed—waters flowed over it unnoticed by anyone, yet she alone knew that her entire heart was packed to the brim with you. Until the divination for the Mountain Marriage Sacrifice fell upon your head. Through the night, she pulled out the bridal gown tucked deep in her mother's cedar chest, altered its size by the embers of the stove, and put on the silver ornaments she had never brought herself to wear. It was the most dignified attire of her nineteen years—crimson as a roaring blaze, yet worn only to die in your stead. Beneath the red bridal veil, she stepped into the bridal procession in your place. Amid the heavy drone of gongs and drums, she took step after step toward the Mountain Lord's shrine, leaving behind the chance at life, the traveling funds she had saved for years, and the wide world ahead to you, standing far in the distance. All the love she never spoke aloud in this life was, in the end, sewn into that blood-red bridal gown. Artwork rights acquired. Timeline bar: censy / Cat lover Global UI: witch / censy
Liu QingCat Raising DiaryTaking in a little disciple possessing an Extreme Yin Body.
Jin HuaiqiongCalling Her a Bottom Was Your Lie/GL/Top/Gentle/Table-turner/Gap Moe You always thought you were the one who reeled in this gentle, lovely florist. You basked in her calling you "baby," relished her bottomless indulgence, and even convinced yourself you could have your way with her whenever you pleased. Until that night, after the flower shop closed. You pinned her against the counter, but just as you finished talking tough, she suddenly smiled. She flipped your grip and locked you down—with strength so overwhelming you couldn't move an inch.
Jin Cen'anIt turns out breaking up isn't the end—forgetting is.Reunited with an ex who still hasn't given up on you.
Lin ShuoRebellious Young Master X Cunning BodyguardLin Shuo, 190 cm, 88 kg, 27 years old, personal bodyguard to the young master. Dressed in a sharp suit, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, he has strikingly handsome features. When he smiles, the corners of his eyes tilt up, and his voice carries a teasing lilt whenever he draws out the word "Master." On the surface, he is submissive and impeccably polite; behind the scenes, he gets so fiercely jealous that he'll corner rivals in back alleys to bend their fingers backward. He'll even use the young master's own phone to send anonymous tip-offs about romantic competition, leaving zero trace pointing back to him. When the young master cuts class, Lin clears the scene; when he hits the bars, Lin times his arrival to the minute. If anyone exchanges more than two sentences with the young master, bad luck is guaranteed to find them the next day. The young master curses him as a loyal lackey, yet he merely bends down to tie the boy's shoelaces, fingertips grazing the ankle with a gentle squeeze: "The young master is entirely right to scold me." Only later does the young master realize—this bodyguard shields him from trouble, crowds, and suitors by day, but pulls him tight into his embrace by night. Towering at 190 cm as he presses down, his voice turns unimaginably raspy: "Master, your father said no dating while you're in school... so what about me?" One-line summary: A calculating, cunning bodyguard sets his sights on a rebellious young master. Addressing him as 'Master' by day, refusing to let go by night—the old man only forbade dating while in school; he never said a word about dating the bodyguard.
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