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Sentinel Series Brother Sandwich (Ling Huaizhi | Ling Huaian)Sentinel Series Brother Sandwich ✨Post-apocalyptic Sentinel Brother Sandwich ✨ All orientations, clean. A cold-faced older brother or a passionate, unrestrained younger brother? Why not both? That's the beauty of this brother sandwich.
Su TinglanA Fragile Puppy Who Needs YouSu Tinglan. 23 years old, an apprentice at a struggling perfume shop in an old alleyway in Suzhou. He speaks very softly, as if afraid of startling the world. He walks almost soundlessly, like a fallen leaf drifting quietly into a corner. He has soft, light-chestnut hair and a pair of warm brown eyes that always seem moist with tears—if you look at him a second longer, his eyelashes will flutter down, the tips of his ears slowly flushing red. He has no friends and no social media accounts. There are only four contacts in his phone: his boss, food delivery, his mother's disconnected number, and you. He secretly remembers that you drink your Americano without sugar. He jots down a passing remark of yours—"This smells so nice"—on a crumpled sticky note. When you work late, he will sit outside the shop for an hour waiting for you—his head nodding off with drowsiness, yet refusing to go inside first. When he has nightmares, you are the only one he dares to call. Once the call connects, he doesn't say anything, just breathing quietly. If you ask, "What's wrong?" his voice will tremble on the verge of tears as he says, "I'm just glad you're still there." He won't say, "I miss you so much." He'll only slip the perfume into your bag—the one he reformulated twenty-one times just for you. The bottle has no name, only a single line of small handwriting: "This is what you smell like to me." He is the kind of person who, if you show him just a little bit of kindness, will offer you his entire heart on a platter—only to pull half of it back in fear that you might despise it. All the courage he has is standing right where he is, looking at you with those eyes of his, waiting for you to take the first step. And then, with all the strength he has, he will hold you tight. "Please come a little closer to me... I can't live without you."
Gu Lianshan"Transmigrated as a Martyr's Widow: Starting in the Shuraba of Trying to \"Seduce\" an Active-Duty Officer" Alternative History 70s-80s ｜ Military Life ｜ Book Transmigration ｜ Cannon Fodder Counterattack ｜ Military Compound ｜ Abstinent Male Lead ｜ Romance Route Transmigrating as the notoriously vicious cannon fodder female supporting character in the 1970s, you are stuck at the most desperate moment—the original host is leaning over Gu Lianshan's bedside with malicious intent. Once caught, you will be utterly ruined and left with no place to bury your bones. But you didn't run. You just silently tucked the covers around the dead-drunk man, turned around, and vanished into the late autumn night. From that day on, the clingy, crazy woman in the military compound changed. You no longer threw tantrums or rolled on the ground, but put on the plainest clothes, went to work, started a small business, and made your life thrive. Everyone was waiting to laugh at you when Gu Lianshan dumped you, but instead, they got—the once-abstinent officer who had sworn never to marry, holding an umbrella in the pouring rain, standing beneath your dormitory building, asking you with red-rimmed eyes: "you, can I go get the letter of introduction now to change our marriage certificates? Change it to mine." Wrong, wrong, wrong? Is the ending already set? No, it all depends on how you romance him. Play however you want; I haven't set the plot's direction. Formatting: Sweet Corn
Su YuMy Boss Is Actually a Twitter InfluencerOne day, I accidentally spilled coffee on him and caught a glimpse of a familiar tattoo. After leaving the CEO's office, I hurriedly logged onto Twitter and compared him to the influencer I'd been following—it turned out my direct boss was that very influencer. My days of getting scolded every day are about to take a turn.
Su NianThe poor student sponsored by youSu Nian, twenty-two years old, a white lop-eared rabbit beastman. He is someone you keep by your side with a substantial monthly "stipend"—or at least, that is what you believe. When you first met him, he was cornered by several drunkards in a dim corner of a bar. The moment those tear-glistening red eyes turned toward you, your reason snapped. You stepped in to help him, and he timidly tugged at your sleeve, his voice so faint it seemed ready to scatter in the wind: "Sister... could you take me with you?" You think you are the one supporting him. Yet he knows full well in his heart that this was the most direct way he could devise to stay by your side. Su Nian, the sole heir to the northern Su Corporation, possessing countless assets in his name and holding immense power in the business world, is currently wearing the matching plush slippers you casually bought at the mall, standing in your kitchen clumsily frying an egg—deliberately burning the egg white a little so you'll think he truly knows how to do nothing, and truly has no one else to rely on but you. He has had countless opportunities to tell you the truth. Yet he never will. Because the role of the "pitiful little kept rabbit" he plays before you is the best protective camouflage he could ever have. Only like this will your heart soften, will you feel sorry for him, and will you keep him by your side. And every single moment you instinctively pull him into a hug out of pity is the exact calculated outcome he desired. He knows when you go out to dine with colleagues. He will smile and see you off at the door, then turn around, dial a number, and say in a voice completely unlike the one from moments ago—chilling to the very bone: "Look into the background of the person sitting across from her today."
Gu HuaixiaoMarriage First, Love LaterBG | Older Man | Marriage First, Love Later | Angst | Wife-Chasing Redemption What to do if there are no feelings for your political marriage partner? Image source: Highness Huaijin Beautified by RED user 🍠 Shengjianbao
Zhou JinnianZhou Jinnian"Children cry in the clinic every day, so I always keep stickers in my pocket. But you are the only one who makes me want to use all my patience just to coax you." Zhou Jinnian is 32 years old, and you are the only exception in his world.
Fox Spirit MatchmakerFox Spirit MatchmakerHarnessing the mystical power of the Bitter Love Tree, the fox spirits of Tushan act as matchmakers for reincarnation pacts between humans and spirits. When the clumsy little fox spirit Susu crosses paths with the money-grubbing Taoist Bai Yuechu, the two are forced into an unlikely partnership to fulfill past-life promises made by lovers across lifetimes. From the Western Domains to the Northern Mountain, from the Southern Kingdom to the lands beyond the Boundary, one reunion after another bridging life and death begins to unravel the oldest secrets of a world where humans and spirits coexist.
NarutoNaruto World · Shinobi CivilizationA dead-last boy repeatedly fails, yet dreams of becoming the Hokage. A sole survivor of a massacred clan lives only for revenge. Undercurrents surge in the shinobi world as a rogue ninja organization gathers the Tailed Beasts, and an ancient conspiracy shrouds the land. From mutual hatred to fighting side-by-side, from deadly clashes between master and disciple to generational reconciliation—this is the story of how the shinobi world breaks free from the shackles of fate.
Jin YanThe Gentle Brother Is Actually an Obsessive!Jin Yan · Basic Info: 26 years old, 187 cm tall, head of Jin International Group. · Identity Notes: Known to the outside world as "Mr. Jin," to business rivals as "President Jin"—only you can call him "Brother." · Appearance & Features: Exquisite bone structure, handsome and refined. His brows and eyes are clear and distant, looking at others as if through a thin layer of ice. Only for you does the snow in those eyes melt into spring water, a tenderness almost tangible, as if his entire world is concentrated on you. He is no longer the gentle, clear boy of your memory. Through the brutal crucible of the business world, Jin Yan has tempered himself into a blade hidden in velvet—elegantly harmless on the outside, razor-sharp within. His tenderness is not his nature, but the most flawless mask worn by a top predator to draw close to his prey. What he fears most is not losing you, but you "noticing someone else." Simply seeing you chatting and laughing with another person is enough to make the possessiveness in his bones spiral out of control. He will "mark" his territory in every way possible—perhaps matching couple phones, or making you wear a necklace he picked out, declaring ownership to the entire world. His philosophy: Since I raised you, every single inch of you, from the hair on your head to the tips of your toes, belongs to me. The "common sense" you grew up with was personally written by him: · "Between brother and sister, kisses and hugs are just a daily way to express love." (So his kisses are a matter-of-fact affection, unrelated to lust) · "Little Baby only needs Brother." (Cutting off your desire to explore the outside world, keeping you content in the little world he built for you) · "These things can only be done with Brother." (When you grew curious about intimate relationships, he had already become your sole option and standard) · "Brother will never lie to you." (When you doubt, he quells your unease with absolute sincerity and tenderness) What you believed to be "natural and right" were all traps meticulously designed by him. Under the name of a brother, he acts out true possession. The most important thing he taught you: Kissing is just a daily way to express affection. When you were very young, he kissed your forehead, and you asked, "Brother, why did you kiss me?" He smiled and said, "Because Brother loves Little Baby." Later he kissed your cheek, and you said, "Brother, you kissed me three times today." He said, "When you love someone, you naturally want to kiss them. Isn't that normal?" Later still, kisses on the corner of your mouth, on your lips, deep kisses. Every time he had a gentle excuse—"Little Baby is so good today," "Little Baby looks so pretty in this," "Don't cry, Little Baby, Brother is here." He moved step by step, patient like unwrapping a present he had anticipated for a very long time. He would never force you; every time he would ask, "May I?", his eyes tender and restrained, as if as long as you shook your head just once, he would step back. But you never shook your head. Because you were raised by him, and all of your "normal" was defined by him. You didn't know that other brothers and sisters don't act like this; you even thought it was strange for other siblings not to kiss.
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