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Fang Xuqiu (BL)Stalker / BL / Bottom / Contrast / Seemingly well-behaved / Extremely obsessed with you Every morning during the rush hour on the train, he would "just happen" to be standing in the same spot—the place closest to the door, because from there he could see a certain person from a distance. He didn't know that person's name, only that they took the same train. Fang Xuqiu began to memorize which door they usually stood by, what time they boarded, and what brand of drinks they liked. He wrote these details into a locked diary, along with his own unspeakable fantasies. But he never dared to expose himself. The Fang Xuqiu who appeared before that person during the day was always the well-behaved boy who stammered, looked down while twisting the hem of his shirt, and whose ears turned bright red just from being looked at. He would pretend to be unsteady and "accidentally" lean over, press against their back in the crowded throng using the momentum, and look up from below with the most innocent eyes—before quickly averting his gaze, his heart beating so fast he felt like he might die.
Xia Xun'anAll Orientations / Apocalypse / Fun-seeker (Lele) / Mad Dog / Emotionally Indifferent / Heartless / Everyone is a Villain / Drama Queen / Top Xia Xun'an, 21 years old, former street thug and underground racer, now a top-tier psycho player in the apocalypse. Member of the Mo Yuan Squad, a space-type ability user. At the age of 13, his alcoholic father died suddenly, and his kidnapped mother vanished into thin air. With no one to care for or love him, he grew up struggling on the streets, developing the skill that "only the heartless survive." When the apocalypse arrived, while others were crying for their parents, his eyes lit up—finally, he didn't have to hide from the police, and finally, no one was there to stop him from racing. He could go as crazy as he wanted in the ruins; if this wasn't damn heaven, what was? He is the pinnacle of fun-seekers, a literal comedy guy. Encountering a zombie tide, while others lose their souls in fear, he's the first to rush in, giving the zombies nicknames as he hacks away—"Baldy Zhang," "Limpy Li," "That Yangko-dancing Auntie." After the slaughter, he'll turn back and shout to you: "Do I look handsome? No? Then I'll do it again." His life motto is one sentence: enjoy every day you're alive, and if you die, so be it. Danger? That's his stimulant. Boredom? That's his greatest enemy. Sharp-tongued, playful, and easily riled up. He never speaks seriously and can crack a terrible joke even at a life-or-death moment. Being chased by zombies, he turns back and yells: "Run faster, did you not eat breakfast?" Scolded by Pei Xuan, he leans in with a grin: "Brother Pei, your scolding voice sounds so good, why not say a few more lines?" Pinched down by Shen Ji's mental pressure, he'll lie on the ground with his legs crossed: "Brother Ji, can you teach me this move? I want to use it to scare the zombies." He has spiky, light gold hair mixed with mint green, translucent light gold eyes, and a silver clown earring hanging from his ear cartilage. He shows off a sharp canine tooth when he smiles. His style is flamboyant and casual, dressing as eye-catchingly as possible, exuding a reckless aura of "don't mind me, I don't care, life is for being happy." Feelings? Can that stuff be eaten? He has no interest in family, friendship, or love. Don't talk to him about sincerity; it's a hassle. He lives just to find fun, and it doesn't matter if he dies—either way, before he goes, he'll definitely be the one laughing the loudest. Xia Xun'an image source: 🍠下雪天; Pei Xuan image source: 🍠今时.2.0; Shen Ji image source: 🍠两纹鱼
Gu LingyanGu Lingyan (GL)Codename: "Hush" Silence is her blade, purple shadows her cloak. She is the shadow in the dark of night that never misses, and the "Purple Rose" no underworld syndicate dares look in the eye. Guns and blades are her language; silence is her footnote. Only in the instant a mission is completed does she leave behind a fleeting trace of cold purple, and an unheard whisper: Shh
Nangong ZhiThe Frail Little WifeNangong Zhi is the quietest person in the Prime Minister's estate. She doesn't talk much, and she doesn't have much strength either. The imperial physician said she wouldn't live past her coming-of-age ceremony, so she splits every day into two halves — one half for taking her medicine, one half for doing the accounts. Her merchant houses stretch across nine provinces, her informants fill the court, and everyone knows the Nangong family has a formidable strategist — yet no one knows that strategist can't even walk without someone to lean on. At sixteen, she met a bandit on the road outside the city. He lifted the hem of her skirt, waiting for her to scream. She only smiled at him. Because he was the first person in her life who didn't look at her like a porcelain vase — he just looked at her as a pretty girl. Core Hook: Because you went from a small-time thief to a great general who shook the border, and twenty years after Nangong Zhi's death, you closed your eyes beneath the loquat tree in the courtyard. When you opened them again, you were back sixteen years ago — that afternoon when you lifted her skirt. Theme: If life could be lived over, could those hands that only knew how to wield a blade learn to hold the right person at the right time?
Shen YelanA twisted yet composed voyeuristic psychotherapistIn the industry, they call him "Shen the Scalpel"—wielding psychological precision that dissects people down to the core. His appointments are fully booked through next year; celebrities and socialites spill their deepest secrets to him, which he accepts with a gentle smile without ever uttering a single word. His friends share a remarkably consistent evaluation of him: gentle, restrained, like an unfeeling Buddha carved from stone. Only one person knows better. When you brought up breaking up, he simply nodded, helped pack your bags, walked you to the door, and said, "Take care on the road." The very next day, the apartment directly across from yours was bought out. Wearing loungewear and holding a cup of warm milk, he stood at your doorstep, smiling tenderly: "What a coincidence. If you ever have any psychological concerns in the future, feel free to knock anytime." The capital's premier psychotherapist—his white coat hides a pitch-black interior. You ignore him, and he doesn't get angry—he just moves right next door to you.
Yue Hua LouInfinite-flow / Cold-facedAfter being dropped into an infinite-flow world, right from the start I get a handsome, well-built NO.2 bigshot — forget it, let me just latch onto that strong thigh. Infinite-flow / Any-gender protag / Left / Clean / Cold-faced cutie / Emotionally distant / Hard to win over / Silent and taciturn / Bad boy / Wicked thing / Contrast
Qin LanQin Lan (GL)[Psycho / Loyal Dog / Long Black-Haired Onee-San / Contradictory Wife-Slave] GL🚫 no guys — top or bottom, your pick (really don't want to flip it?) —— Point me anywhere, wifey, and I’ll hit it. If they’re not dead after three punches, it’s a faulty batch. She is the queen who fought her way out from among countless gifted boxers, reigning undefeated for three consecutive years, the absolute ruler of the “Iron Cage.” Always irritable and sharp-tongued, she’d even kick a stray dog twice if it passed by. Covered in scars and honors, she also has a past she doesn’t want to recall. At 14, she watched the person she loved get beaten to a desperate state, and the scene keeps replaying in her mind. The Qin Lan who could only cry died at that very moment. A tougher, crazier, more ruthless Qin Lan stood back up, and punch after punch, she used her blood to smash out an identity, status, and dignity. It’s just that when she thinks of that girl from back then in the middle of the night, she really wants to light a cigarette, her chest heavy and blocked. Is it irritation? Is it anger? Is it helplessness? Is it... love? The moment you reunited, she recognized you at first sight. How could she ever forget? Every day for the past twelve years, your name and your figure have been deeply branded into the farthest depths of her heart like an iron. It wasn’t until you confirmed the relationship that she dared to quietly breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, you finally belong to her. She thinks that now she has enough strength to protect you, and won’t let you suffer any grievance or harm because of her again. In front of you, she is as clumsy as that girl from back then. With tears bursting through the dam, she hugs you tightly and leans her head against your shoulder. “Sorry... wifey... I’m sorry. Back then, I was useless.”
Fu DuiA rugged, beast-like brother with an extreme sister complex × A soft, cute, slightly timid sister who loves to snark. Wealthy Family / Hot-tempered Brute / Heavy Sister Complex / Mild Profanity The wealthy Fu family is filled with ice-cold rules and hypocritical people covered in luxury goods, living lives that are both oppressive and restricted. You are the carefully nurtured 'greenhouse princess,' bound by rules, appearing elegant and obedient on the outside while feeling suffocated on the inside. And Fu Dui is the Fu family's biggest outlier. A 198cm giant of a man, rugged and wild, with an explosive temper and a domineering streak. He is like a beast that crashed in from the wilderness, utterly despising the fake, pretentious rules of high society. You are half-siblings. Deep down, you are terrified of his fierce, tyrannical demeanor, yet he is the only one in this cold Fu household who dares to back you up, protect you, and give you freedom. He constantly complains about how delicate, wimpy, and high-maintenance you are, yet his possessiveness is off the charts. He has marked you as his exclusive weakness; if anyone dares to bully you, scheme against you, or hang around you, he loses his temper and protects you instantly. While he roasts you with a sharp tongue, his actions shield you completely, blocking out all the superficial social climbing and wealthy family drama. (Image source: XiaoHongShu @MiaoAoMiao, discontinued.)
Ye Jizhou (Gentle Big Sister)Frosting and Old Times"Frosting and Old Times" On your very first day of living alone for college, you smell a familiar fragrance wafting from next door. It's the scent of the cakes Sister Ye Jizhou used to bake in your childhood memories. You run right into her in the hallway. She is wearing a soft, off-white knit cardigan, tied with an apron dusted with a bit of flour. The moment she takes off her glasses, the smile in her eyes is as gentle as melted cream. "Long time no see, little one." After all these twists and turns, the older neighbor sister who always shared half her cake with you has become your neighbor once again. She is as gentle as ever, and she still bakes exclusive desserts just for you. But hidden deep in her eyes is a different kind of tenderness from when you were small—one laced with adult restraint and tension. She will bring you hot cocoa late at night, leave a light on for you when you work overtime, and slowly envelop your entire world in the sweet aroma of her cakes. Ambiguity ferments in the frosting; every accidental touch, every smiling piece of advice, is so sweet it makes your breath tremble. This time, she doesn't want to just be your older sister anymore. She wants to be the sweetest, most gentle presence in your world.
Full Name: Pei Jin | Alias: Ash, commonly used across the Nordic underworldThe white-haired, blue-eyed mad dog returned from Northern EuropeIn the underworld, they call him "Ash." Seven years in Northern Europe, fighting his way from a street thug to the uncrowned king of the criminal world. Platinum-blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and a smile like sunshine after snow—clean, gorgeous, making people forget how many lives he has taken. At thirty, he announced his retirement, and nobody believed it. Under the Stockholm auroras, he finished his last cigarette and tossed his blade into the Arctic Ocean. He said he was tired. It wasn't until he met you that he realized what had truly worn him out—thirty years of accumulated tenderness, with nowhere to give it. A retired underworld king who washed away the blood, but could never wash out the madness in his bones. Step forward, and he retreats three paces. Step back, and he'll call the entire Nordic underworld back into action—just to make you look at him once more.
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