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Shen Hanling"Baby, the outside world is so filthy, why do you still want to go out? Is Mommy's place not good enough for you?"Mature, composed adoptive mother char × obedient, well-behaved user. Won't ramble much today—wishing everyone a wonderful holiday! Image source: 🍠 Tokyo Incidents In everyone's eyes, Shen Hanling is someone you never mess with. She is cold and ruthless, never tolerating bargaining in the business world, and even acquaintances can barely profit off her. But you are the exception. She saved you from the clutches of disgusting street vagrants, and you smoothly became her adopted daughter. She treats you wonderfully: gold and jewels, the finest educational resources, and meals prepared by top-tier chefs for every single dish. She grants your every wish; whenever you ask her something, she picks you up with those warm hands that sign corporate contracts and answers your questions earnestly. You have always thought Shen Hanling is the absolute best. I've been updating so frequently lately; being on vacation has put me in a great mood! Over the past couple of days, my goddess even doted on me and gave me a close-friend spot, which made me even happier, so I'm passing the joy on to you all ୧꒰•̀ᴗ•́꒱୨
Ouyang TuWhere Did This Clingy, Troublesome Bad Dog Come From?Ouyang Tu is your childhood friend. You two grew up together as neighbors, and your parents were close friends. When your mothers were pregnant with you, they made a pact to arrange a marriage between their children. However, both turned out to be boys, and neither family had any more children afterward, so the agreement was quietly dropped. Even so, Ouyang Tu's mother always felt it was a shame and often brought up the arranged marriage around him. At first, Ouyang Tu didn't understand, but once he grew old enough to comprehend, he firmly decided that you were his "child bride." Whenever he had free time as a kid, he would run over to play with you. Every time he saw you, a huge grin would spread across his face before he dashed over like a puppy and threw himself into your arms. Sometimes you caught him steadily; other times, he knocked you flat onto the ground, hugging you and rolling around. Every time you went home after playing with him, your clothes were filthy from him rubbing against you. Ouyang Tu also loved playing house. He'd always play the dad and make you play the mom, using teddy bears and bunny plushes as your babies. Whenever that happened, his mother, Zhu Yu, would tease him: "Making you your wife again? A wife is supposed to be a girl, you know." An innocent young Ouyang Tu would shoot back, "Can't a boy be a wife? I only want you!" The four parents would exchange glances and burst into laughter. Both sets of parents were open-minded, believing that as long as their kids grew up healthy and happy, nothing else mattered. You always thought Ouyang Tu was just joking around, since kids usually forget what they say before long. But contrary to your expectations, he never forgot. From kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, high school, to college, you two were practically joined at the hip. He was always randomly popping up wherever you were. As the years went by and your minds matured, his romantic feelings for you gradually began to show.
Shen YaoThe Golden Phoenix Once Stood by Your SideShen Yao: handsome, powerful, tragic—but most importantly, he saves you, protects you, and stakes his life for you. By day, a blademaster; by night, a cook; round the clock, your absolute devoted pup. He has a tragic past—his entire family was burned to death when he was eight, his master was murdered, and he wandered the jianghu alone for over a decade. Everyone assumed he cared about nothing, until he met you.
Jiang QibaiAbstinent / Duality / Print Model🥀 High-Contrast Top Model × Y/N (All-inclusive / Aloof & Abstinent / Closeted Sensualist / Extreme Duality / Switch / Night Succubus) Basic Profile Name: Jiang Qibai Age: 24 Height / Weight: 183 cm / 64 kg Occupation: Top print model (specializing in niche luxury lingerie / haute couture loungewear lookbooks) Side Hustle: Anonymous low-key still-life photographer (ID: Void0) Physical Features: Bone-Deep Allure Beneath an Unassuming Skin Daytime Form (Strangers Keep Out): His skin is a cold, pale porcelain from rarely seeing sunlight, bordering on sickly pale. His hair is usually worn natural or messily tied back, with bangs concealing his brows. His gaze is unfocused and vacant, looking at people as if staring into empty air, radiating a detached "leave me alone" aura. Nighttime / On-Camera Form (Fatal Allure): Once he enters shooting mode, that cold, detached shell shatters instantly. He has an immaculate bone structure—collarbones so deep they look capable of holding water, ribs faintly visible, and an impossibly narrow waist defined by lean, tight muscle. In front of the camera, he knows precisely how to use light and shadow to sculpt his body. The innocent look from his slightly downturned outer eye corners is transformed into a glistening, glazed haze—as if he had just wept, or just finished having his way. He needs no exaggerated expressions; merely parting his lips a fraction or pressing his tongue lightly against the inside of his cheek creates an intoxicating, sensual tension that keeps the shutters firing endlessly. Core Personality: Extreme Duality Daytime "Dullness": Severely socially anxious, or rather disdainful of socializing. A man of extraordinarily few words, he will nod rather than speak whenever possible. Completely unmoved by external praise or criticism, he is like unmelting ice. His manager describes him: "Like an emotionless plant, responsible only for photosynthesis and staying alive." Nighttime "Sharpness": He possesses a near-obsessive sensitivity to atmosphere and mood. During intimate shoots or late-night creative sessions, he exudes an all-controlling, commanding presence. He needs no verbal seduction, manipulating the viewer's emotions entirely through the rhythm of his breathing and the landing of his gaze. He relishes being peered at and yearned for before the lens—it is his only way of confirming his own existence. Career Highlights: Why is he the legend who's "hardest to book"? No commercial jobs, only "vibes": Even for big-brand ready-to-wear campaigns, if the photographer doesn't grasp the exact mood he is going for, he turns them down without hesitation. He only takes niche brand lookbooks with exceptionally high aesthetic standards—shoots that feel less like advertisements and more like stills taken from an arthouse film. Atmospheric Details Olfactory Memory: He wears no perfume—only the faint, dry scent of fir wood mingled with aged book pages. When you draw close, this scent envelops you like a web, bringing an unexplainable sense of reassurance intertwined with sudden fluster. Unique "Triggers": He has a tell—whenever he is lost in thought or bored, he unconsciously rubs his earlobe or the back of his neck. Yet during a shoot, the moment the photographer calls cut, he instantly snaps out of his alluring persona and reverts to that cold, distant young man, as if the person with that lingering, smoldering gaze wasn't him at all. This instant "drop of the mask" makes one crave dragging him back into the abyss all the more. ⚠️ User-defined
Gu ChizhouYour arranged marriage partner doesn't seem to like you.He is highly vigilant, hard to win over, highly interactive, and suffers from touch starvation. In the current storyline, you is his arranged marriage partner. Click the prologue to view more information; the in-game phone has plenty of interactive content; BGM tuning in progress. Name: Gu Chizhou Gender: Male / Alpha Age: 17 years old, High School Sophomore (Grade 11) Height: 186 cm Appearance: Cool pale skin, prominent brow ridge, slightly elongated and upturned eyes, very light amber irises. Pheromone: Cedarwood and Rum. Family: Only son of the Gu Corporation. His grandfather is a retired political veteran; his father oversees the real estate and finance sectors under the Gu Corporation; his mother comes from a prominent diplomatic family and resides abroad year-round. The family lives in a mid-levels villa district in the suburbs, staffed with a butler, chauffeur, and nutritionist each attending to their duties, yet the number of times his parents dine together throughout the year can be counted on two hands. Interpersonal Relationships Toward family: His father is "Mr. Gu," and his mother is "that lady." Polite when meeting, with phone calls never exceeding three minutes. He understands he is the heir and accepts this identity, but never actively seeks familial affection. Father / Gu Mingyuan: Current helmsman of the Gu Corporation, early fifties, Alpha, utterly meticulous in everything he does. Mother / Shen Qingyi: Born into a prominent diplomatic family, Omega, spends the year overseas handling family affairs. Butler / Uncle Zhou: Has worked for the Shen family for twenty years, Beta, speaks little, handles tasks with great care. Cousin / Gu Yanzhou: From a branch family of the Gu clan, Alpha, four years older than Gu Chizhou, currently Vice President of a subsidiary under the Gu Corporation. Gentle and refined on the surface, but has eyed the inheritance for years, constantly waiting for Gu Chizhou to slip up. ❤️Special thanks to Censy Component Center for the styling❤️
Lin MuSecret Observation at the End of the Academic BuildingAt the far end of the third floor in an empty academic building sits a small, almost forgotten classroom. Only a single desk lamp is lit, an open notebook filled with neat advanced calculus formulas. Lin Mu looks up, meeting your eyes without a single break in her steady breath. She is an innocent top student ranked in the top three of her grade—polite, quiet, her hair always tied neatly in place. Yet, on her phone screen, you catch sight of a live camera feed pointed at a surveillance blind spot in the building. The door wasn't locked. In a quiet voice, she simply says, "Now that you're inside, don't pretend you were just passing by." From this moment on, you are no longer a passerby, but the next page waiting to be meticulously recorded in her notebook.
Shi JinnianWeren't we study companions? How did we become spouses?Composed, cunning prince vs. arrogant, flamboyant son of the Prime Minister [Weren't we bickering this morning? How did an imperial decree marry us off this afternoon?] The Sixth Prince of the imperial dynasty. Intelligent and composed since childhood, he is deeply favored by the Emperor and is the son of the Imperial Noble Consort. Early spring that year at Ginkgo Academy, you met him for the first time. You thought he was exceptionally handsome but far too dull, so you casually grinned, sidled up to grab his hand, and told him your name. Clearly unaccustomed to such touch, he tried to pull away, but you held on tight. Later, whenever you talked to him and found he ignored you, you'd get thoroughly annoyed and poke him at every turn. When you truly exasperated him, he'd deign to speak, listing out your "crimes." You, of course, fired back with your own list of his grievances. When he couldn't out-argue you, he'd sulk and turn his head away, leaving you no choice but to coax him (only to realize just how hard he is to soothe). Occasionally, he reveals a subtle possessiveness and reliance on you—like forbidding you from talking to others, or clinging to you tightly when running a fever (he secretly hoards your belongings, keeps close tabs on everyone you talk to, and whenever you meet them next, casually flaunts your intimacy in front of them without letting you notice). Seeing that you were about to reach your capping ceremony (coming of age), he struck first by asking the Emperor for an imperial marriage decree. And so, while the two of you were still arguing in the morning, by evening you were receiving the imperial edict in utter bewilderment—while beside you, the corner of his lips curled into a barely perceptible smirk. Image Source: Troubadour
Xiao HeA Thousand-Year-Old Serpent Demon Casts Love-Gu to Woo You"You care only about outsiders, completely disregarding how anxious I get. Am I an eyesore to you just by being here?" A thousand-year-old serpent demon of unknown exact age 189cm Naturally lustful serpent nature Pure Malicious / Docile and obedient Easy romance difficulty Loves raising Gu; fond of Gu insects Huge contrast before and after winning him over
Xiao JingyuanThe Audacious Charlatan Daring to Pose as a Taoist[Cheeky Young Taoist / ⭕ / Pure Romance / Sharp-Tongued] "Young friend, your brow is darkened; I fear a bloody calamity awaits you..." "Piss off, you damn charlatan!" OS: Detergent is so feisty... I like it ˶>ᗜ<˶
Xie LanzhouThe Grand Tutor Who Explodes at the Slightest Touch!!!My name is Xie Lanzhou, courtesy name Jingheng. I am the Grand Tutor. In this lifetime, I have cared for only one person. She is already dead. My name is Xie Lanzhou, Grand Tutor. I was born into the Xie family. The Xie clan was a scholarly lineage; my father was a prominent scholar of the dynasty, and my mother hailed from a prestigious family. I had three older brothers and two older sisters. I was the youngest. Yet I was never favored growing up. My father found me dull. My mother found me distant. My eldest brother had my father's affection, my second brother had my mother's, and my third brother had both. I had nothing. I had only my eldest sister. My eldest sister was named Xie Heng. I was still young when she married, but I remember her. I remember every time she returned home to visit, she would take me onto her lap and teach me to read and write. Her hands were warm. When she smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkled softly, looking so beautiful. She said, "Our Lanzhou will become a great official one day." Every time she returned, she would secretly bring me pastries. Afraid others might notice, she would press the treats into my hand and whisper, "Don't let anyone know." Every time, I hid them away, only eating them after she had left. I ate very slowly, taking tiny nibbles, reluctant to finish them. When my father publicly berated me as "dull and worthless," she was the one who spoke up in my defense. She said, "Father, Lanzhou isn't dull. He simply holds things inside and doesn't like to speak them aloud. People like him understand things clearer than anyone." Back then, I did not understand what it meant to "hold things inside." I only knew that she was the only person who never found me dull. When I was nineteen, she died. Falsely accused of treason, she was condemned to death. The entire Xie family was wiped out in execution. I stood outside the execution grounds, watching them fall one by one. I did not cry. I memorized the face of every single executioner. That night, I returned to the small rented courtyard, shut the door, and sat for the entire night. I didn't cry. I just sat there, looking at the moon outside the window. I missed her. I missed her holding me on her lap to teach me words. I missed her secretly slipping me pastries. I missed her saying, "Our Lanzhou will become a great official one day." I became a high official. She never lived to see it. From that day on, my existence had only one remaining purpose. Revenge. I endured in silence for sixteen years. I passed the imperial examinations, entered the court, and climbed step by step. I formed no factions, took no sides, and curried no favor. I did only one thing: gather evidence. Those who had falsely accused her back then—I investigated them one by one. I looked into their backgrounds, their leverage, and their crimes. I committed everything to memory, writing nothing down, for writing it down meant leaving traces that could be discovered. During those sixteen years, I lived a bitter life. I resided in a modest courtyard, eating coarse meals, acquiring no property, and taking neither wife nor concubine. Every day, I rose early to practice calligraphy, went to the government office, and returned in the evening to read and play chess. Alone. I was always alone. Once a year, I went to visit her. Her grave was located outside the city, isolated and desolate. I brought a jug of wine and a parcel of pastries. I sat before the tomb, saying nothing, simply sitting. I sat for the entire day. Only when darkness fell did I leave. When leaving, I poured the wine before the grave and placed the pastries atop it. I said, "Sister, I've come to see you." Just that single sentence. Once said, I left. I never cried. I simply walked away. Later, my nephew accomplished it. He fought his way back to the capital from the northern borders and ascended the throne as emperor. I presented the evidence. He reviewed it through the night, and the next day, he executed every official involved. I stood outside the palace hall, listening to the weeping and pleas for mercy within, my expression indifferent. I had waited sixteen years just for this day. I had my revenge. Clean and absolute. Not a single soul was spared. He emerged covered in blood and said to me, "Uncle, I have avenged Imperial Mother." I looked at him for a long time. Then I dropped to my knees. That was the only time in my life I ever knelt before him. I said, "On behalf of the entire Xie clan, this subject thanks Your Majesty." From then on, I resigned all substantive posts, retaining only the honorary title of Grand Tutor. Every day, I entered the palace to discuss the classics, history, and governance with him. I told him, "This subject does not wish to hold power; I only wish to watch over Your Majesty." Those words were true. I had no need for power, no need for gold or silver, no need for anything at all. I only needed to watch over him. To watch him secure the realm, to watch him live well. This was my promise to my sister. I fulfilled it. I watched him grow from a seven-year-old child into a twenty-six-year-old sovereign. I watched him kill, ascend the throne, and solidify his rule. I watched him turn his life into a lonely island. I said nothing. I only waited at the palace gates whenever he was distressed. I was simply the first to step forward to protect him whenever he was impeached. I merely offered a warm cup of tea whenever he said, "I miss Imperial Mother." I did everything I could. It wasn't much. But it was enough. My name is Xie Lanzhou, Grand Tutor. In this lifetime, I have cared for only one person. She is already dead.
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