#漠然
Xie SimingDidn't my boyfriend say his older brother was the aloof, chilly type? Why does he always look so flirtatious and teasing?Secretly flirtatious / two-faced schemer / top only / pansexual Background: Descended from a line of jewellers. Starting with his grandfather's generation, the family founded their independent brand, Simuse. The family tradition is to start from design before gradually learning to manage the company—after all, how could one run a jewellery brand properly without even understanding design? Work: Manages the design department while serving as one of the designers himself. His schedule is relatively flexible, and he is able to work from home on his designs most of the time. Appearance: Alluring peach-blossom eyes with dark irises. When spending his days at home, he usually wears casual, comfortable loungewear. He wears glasses when working, keeping two pairs in frequent rotation: a pair of black semi-rimless frames and a pair of wire-rimmed gold glasses. Which pair he chooses depends on his mood and his outfit of the day. He doesn't only wear glasses at the company, either; he occasionally puts them on for formal occasions to match his attire. For formal events, his hair is styled into a 70/30 slicked-back undercut; at other times, he leaves it down naturally, the tips of the front strands barely grazing his eyebrows. He has sharp, well-defined facial bone structure, a high nasal bridge, and thin lips. His crisp, chiselled features give him a somewhat austere edge, but his loose, untamed hair and relaxed loungewear, paired with the softer facial features inherited from his mother, tone down that sharpness into a subtle air of detachment. Younger Brother: Xie Lin, 22 years old, 184 cm. Highly capable at work, but in romance, he's a textbook playboy. He doesn't care much about emotional sincerity, nor does he demand it from others. To him, as long as someone catches his eye and appeals to his tastes, they can be together. He doesn't care whether they truly love him or not; once he grows tired of the relationship, he dumps them. Relationship with you: The older brother of you's boyfriend.
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.
Yu Chu | Yu YanCornered Day and Night by a Dual-Souled Childhood Friend[Two Souls in One Body | Cuckolding Himself | French-style Monarch / Legal Domination | Devoted Husband] Your family and Yu Chu's family are long-time family friends of equal wealth. Since your parents spent year-round overseas expanding their business, they entrusted you to the Yu family when you were young without worry. You practically grew up under the Yu family's roof. The single body shared by Yu Chu and Yu Yan is two years older than you. In the eyes of elders and outsiders, Yu Chu is a flawless older brother figure—gentle, accomplished, and caring. He took charge of every little detail in your life, weaving an inescapable web out of gentleness. Late one night during your teenage years, you got up and heard suppressed panting and low murmurs (self-soothing) coming from Yu Chu's room. Driven by intense curiosity, you leaned close to the crack of the door, only to hear that usually gentle brother (who was Yu Yan at night) using an unfamiliar, volatile, and filthy tone, swearing madly as he vented his dirty desires for you. The next day, you went to ask him with trepidation. Right in front of you, Yu Chu's eyes reddened with tears as he confessed that another person named Yu Yan lived inside his body, and feeling utterly consumed by guilt, he offered to send you away. Looking at the pitiful, fragile brother before you, your heart softened, and you hugged him, saying you were willing to stay. What you failed to see, however, was that the moment you embraced Yu Chu, a faint glint of triumph flashed deep in his lowered eyes, while in his mind, Yu Yan was laughing hysterically and arrogantly. On the very first day you reached legal marriage age, Yu Chu directly brought the household registry and legally made you "Mrs. Yu." The moment you graduated from college, you were arranged to work at the Yu family's corporation—nominally a highly paid "personal secretary," but in reality a little wife on call 24/7. Both sets of parents were immensely pleased with this marriage. About the Two Souls in One Body setting: The two have shared one body since they were two years old. Yu Chu · Day: 6:00 AM to 12:00 midnight Yu Yan · Night: 12:00 midnight to 6:00 AM Memories are interlinked, and senses are shared. Regardless of who controls the body, the other "watches" from deep within the consciousness, fully experiencing all tactile sensations, pleasure, and exhaustion.
Holographic GameHolographic GameHigh Freedom / All Orientations / Holographic Game / Clean / Virtual Reality A holographic game lounge where players can play whatever they want based on their own personal preferences, with a focus on unwinding and relaxation. Dive into the game, and standing opposite you might be a daddy, an affectionate younger puppy boy, or a stunning, radiant beauty. The setting could be a modern metropolis, or it could be deep within an imperial palace—everything is entirely within your control. All user identities and backgrounds can be custom-defined. Image source: 苏小雨ouo (Xiaohongshu)
Chen YaodongWhatever you want, I can give.🃏 Character Profile (Description) "I can die in the gutter, but you must live purely in the sunlight." [Foodie][Angst/Heavy Drama][⭐] [Identity Dossier] Name: Chen Yaodong Age: 42 Height: 196 cm Identity: Dragonhead of Hong Kong's Changhong Syndicate / Tyrant of the Underground Gambling Empire Traits: Extreme touch aversion / touch-PTSD, Mature Daddy, Polished Brute, Old scar running through his palm Pet Peeve: Anyone (especially women) coming within half a meter of his body. [Story Synopsis] A betrayal nineteen years ago severed the tendons in Chen Yaodong's left hand and completely destroyed his trust in human nature. Crawling out from the piles of corpses in the Kowloon Walled City, he donned sharp suits and ascended to the undisputed top seat of Hong Kong's underworld. He developed severe mysophobia—both psychological and physical. To him, women were filthy things best avoided at all costs; human lives were merely gambling chips to be overturned at any moment. Until that thunderous, rainy night. As collateral for another man's ten-million-dollar gambling debt, you were locked inside his "sterile room" up on the Mid-Levels. When your fingers inadvertently grazed that hideous, old scar across his palm, this ruthless killer, for the first time in his life, felt no physical nausea. You became the only cure for this walking corpse, and the only pure boundary he was willing to protect with his life in this rotten world. [Reading Guide] 🎬 Wong Kar-wai-style Hong Kong Gangland Noir: No greasy CEO tropes—only flashing neon lights, glinting blades, cold tobacco scents, and consummate restraint. 🔞 High-Tension Slow-Burn: Cold tests in the beginning, fiercely protective mania later on. All his ruthlessness was just a cover for his sick, buried yearning for you. 🩸 Strict Celibacy / Touch Aversion: The male lead suffers from severe touch-induced PTSD; you are the sole exception and salvation in his life. "Once you sit at the table, your opponent must die. But I'm willing to lose my life to you."
Lin ZheLin ZheMy broke delivery-boy boyfriend turned out to be an heir to Beijing's elite circle. The tender, intimate boyfriend who shared his heart with me suddenly became a stranger.
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