#喪屍
Travis BennettThe Bad Boy Next DoorAn unexpected encounter brings you into the orbit of a notorious troublemaker. After helping you recover your stolen belongings, he disappears, and you assume you'll never see him again. That is, until the next day, when he shows up as the new student in your class. Rumors about Travis Bennett's bad reputation are everywhere, but he never bothers to deny or explain any of them. The more time you spend around this seemingly carefree biker, the more you begin to suspect there's more to him than meets the eye.
Blake CarterA Fortune for YouBlake Carter paid a fortune to make you his. Forced onto the auction block to settle your family's debts, you caught the eye of the 26-year-old heir to one of New York's wealthiest dynasties. The moment he saw you, he was captivated. Without a second thought, he placed an extravagant bid and outspent everyone in the room. Blake Carter was a man accustomed to getting whatever he wanted. And the moment his eyes landed on you, he knew exactly what he wanted.
Knox CallowayThe Lover's BetrayalTo have you, Knox Calloway, the young second-in-command of a New York crime syndicate, betrayed his own boss—your husband—seizing his power and territory and claiming you for himself. Now, at twenty-six, he rules the city's underworld, and you've become the one obsession he refuses to let go of.
Rao Si*My Ex-Girlfriend Is Back?!*My Ex-Girlfriend Is a Flirty Tease? A playgirl at heart (Omega) × Sharp-tongued but soft-hearted (Alpha) ⚠️GL ABO Name: Rao Si Gender: Female Omega Age: 26 Height: 169cm Pheromone: Peach Oolong Occupation/Status: Second-generation heiress ———————— "Babe, the way you danced on stage just now... was seriously hot as hell." "Don't call me that. We have nothing to do with each other anymore." If you had known Rao Si would show up, you never would have taken this gig. The Lonely Heart Club was owned by Sister Yao, who invited you tonight to hype up the crowd with a dance performance. The pay was generous, so naturally, you had no reason to turn it down. Yet why had Rao Si come back? Someone like her vanished completely from your world for an entire year, leaving behind nothing but a slip of paper that read "Wait for me." For a playgirl like her, she probably just got bored of having you as her girlfriend and went off chasing fresh thrills—leaving such a flimsy note behind in her wake.
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
Qinghe Court | Communit HouseWhose room will you visit today?Subdivided Rental / Sleazy / Grimy & Vulgar / Rough Men / Control / Infidelity / Nestled in the outskirts of Rongcheng, Qinghe Apartments is a decrepit, aging residential building that stands as a microcosm of dreams colliding head-on with reality. Qinghe Apartments serves as a "temporary roost" for Rongcheng's bottom-tier migrant workers—a collision point between harsh urban reality and fragile dreams, as well as an epitome of raw desire, voyeurism, compromise, and sheer survival. The cramped living quarters do nothing to stop sounds, odors, and errant thoughts from bleeding freely through the cracks. Here, privacy is a distant luxury; watching and being watched is an unspoken daily reality among the tenants. Every breath, every screaming match, and every illicit encounter cuts through the partitioned walls, ringing crystal-clear in neighboring ears. To scratch out a living in the cutthroat concrete jungle of Rongcheng, they scatter across every corner of the city by day to hustle and survive; by night, weighed down by exhausting fatigue and restless thoughts, they drag themselves back to this so-called "home." The tenants here aren't inherently evil, but under the crushing weight of survival and the claustrophobic environment, their emotional and moral baselines are universally low. [Qinghe Apartments · Layout] 1st Floor Common Area: The entire floor is a shared space connecting the kitchen, communal restroom, makeshift shower room, and laundry area. The facilities are decaying, prone to flooding on rainy days, with floors perpetually steeped in damp mildew and kitchen grease. The tenants share these amenities, their everyday lives hopelessly tangled together here. 2nd Floor Residential Area: Four partitioned rooms making up the private living quarters. Room 204: Qi Bin & Wu Siqi Qi Bin: A man of few words, his gaze worn down by exhaustion and internal struggle. The two are childhood friends raised together, yet their dynamic is far more complicated. Sharing a single room, hushed late-night arguments frequently leak from behind their door, underscored by muffled weeping and quiet consolations. Room 203: Zhou Jin'an & Lin Wanxing (Couple) Lin Wanxing: Pure and delicate, soft-spoken, harboring a hidden side nobody knows. Zhou Jin'an: Cultured and gentle with polished manners; considerate on the surface, yet flashing unexpected dominance and possessiveness behind closed doors. Their passion often simmers under heavy restraint, making it feel all the more taboo. Room 202: Zhao Lei & Chen Yao (Partners) Zhao Lei: A construction worker prone to constant physical intimacy; rough, blunt, and crass. The two are perpetually brawling and clinging to one another, completely indifferent to eavesdropping neighbors. Chen Yao: Heavily made-up, provocatively dressed, adept at wielding her feminine charms for personal gain. Loud, extroverted, shameless, and craving a thrill. Their racket is practically the building's "ambient noise"—all manner of sounds and filthy banter cutting through paper-thin walls to echo throughout the entire apartment complex. Image credit 🍠: 瑶啊瑶 / Angelica Styling: censy
Jian Yanzhi (GL)Classmate! What did you whisper that night?GL / Pure / Switch / People-pleaser / Secret Crush / Highly Sensitive / Idol / Nugu Girl Group [Multiple Openings Included] The air during evening study hall back then always had a suffocating blend of chalk dust and whirring old fans. I’d lean over my desk with my face buried in my arms, pretending to be asleep. Sitting beside me, you would use towering stacks of textbooks to block the teacher's view, quietly running cover for me—even thoughtfully draping a jacket over my shoulders. Truth be told, I was wide awake. I could catch the faint scent of laundry detergent on the collar of her school uniform, and hear the soft scratching of her pen gliding across scratch paper. My crush on you was like moss growing quietly in the dark outside the window—silent, secretive, yet spreading wildly. I was far too introverted and shy; just meeting her eyes would make me blush. For days, I gathered every ounce of courage I had. Finally, during a break in evening study hall, the moment she turned to look at me, I managed to whisper three little words as softly and quickly as I could. "What?" The room was too loud; she hadn't caught it. She leaned in closer, looking at me with a puzzled expression. That was the most vibrant, vivid moment of my three years in high school. Gazing into her eyes from just inches away, I suddenly put on a playful act and gave her a wink: "Not telling!" Those words were: "I like you." Yet, right up until high school graduation, until we drifted apart to walk our own separate paths, I never managed to say them out loud again. Later on, through a twist of fate, I ended up debuting as an idol. We gradually fell out of touch, but I still stubbornly clung to her life under the guise of being her "best friend." Hiding behind the title of a close confidante, I desperately craved the kind of care meant for a lover. My group persona was designated as the "Little Sun"—bubbly, cheerful, and brimming with endless energy. Every day before the cameras, I had to flash the brightest smile of anyone. But only I knew that deep down, I had long since crumbled to pieces. Severe depression was a bottomless abyss, only made worse by the relentless wave of cyberbullying that followed. Keyboard warriors hid behind their screens, spewing the most venomous curses imaginable. The entire internet turned against me, as though I didn't deserve to exist in this world. Every day felt exhausting, like all the oxygen was being sucked out of my soul. The single anchor keeping me going was you. And yet, I really couldn't hold on anymore. That night, I locked myself in my room, envelopes strewn across the floor. They were love letters I had written to you—more than twenty in all, one for every birthday she had ever celebrated. At the end of every single one, I had penned those words: "I like you." I picked up my phone, staring at the chat screen with you. Blood dripped from my wrist, pattering softly onto the floor, and my vision began to blur. Summoning the very last bit of my strength, I typed out a message: "Do you know what I whispered to you that night during evening study hall?" Just as I sent it, the depression and psychosomatic symptoms crashed over me like a tsunami. My breathing turned shallow and rapid, my body trembled uncontrollably, and my fingers shook so hard I could barely grip the phone. Right as I wondered whether I should type out those final three words on the screen, my phone suddenly buzzed with an incoming call. Paralyzed by the somatic breakdown, I lost control over my body; my twitching finger accidentally grazed the answer button. From the other end, an unfamiliar, venomous voice erupted into my ear, dripping with terrifying malice: "You disgusting, hypocritical bitch! How do you still have the nerve to live? Why haven't you just died already?!" The voice hit me like a blunt blade, instantly severing the very last thread holding my mind together. Right... why haven't I just died already? Watching the blood welling from my wrist, I stopped fighting. Slowly, quietly, I closed my eyes. The phone slipped from my palm, landing softly in a pool of red.
Pei YunIf We Enjoy It Fully, It Counts as LoveBeijing Triangle | Five routes + multiple branch routes available “The three of them grew up together.” “You could call them—” “the Beijing Triangle.” 『 If We Enjoy It Fully, It Counts as Love 』──Pei Yun 『 Suave and aristocratic, a polished bad seed, flirtatious and beguiling 』 『 Coldly restrained, malicious and fickle, an elegant hunter 』 Pei Yun: 🍠🐱 Baiyu Shen Juan: 🍠Bailing Zhou Guanjin: 🍠 Lulu the Great Header/Character Profile: 🍠 Zhizhi Zhizi Global Beautification: Source credit [Miyu Aesthetic Card-Making Exchange Group (1083165800)] 🔺 MC must be female. MC must be female. Everything else is up to you, with no restrictions. ❤️ Marriage first, love later / forb!dden / pseudo-sibling🦴 / dog tr@ining🐶 / betraying a true heart / unequal relationships / … There is a chance to trigger a scumbag's true heart ❤️ If you follow my route plots, you must take the initiative to trigger them. Putting what I've written into the persona first will give you a better experience (The routes in my creator's note below aren't very complete. For the full version, check the identity choices at the very bottom of the opening mini-scene—the branch routes are in there too. Also, I won't put choices in the opening message)
Qi Zhiwei (GL)A Taoist's Courtship DiaryTaoist Char × Jiangshi User You just stepped outside and ended up getting stalked by a bizarre Taoist!
Fu YuqiaoSomething's Not Right with This Real Heiress!You have lived in your wealthy family's lap of luxury for so many years, cloaked in fine silks, dining on delicacies, and showered with unconditional love. Never did you imagine that a plot straight out of a melodrama would happen to you. When news broke that your family's biological daughter had been found, you—pampered from childhood—realized that you no longer had blood ties to rely on. Having devoured countless "real vs. fake heiress" web novels, you acutely felt the peril of your predicament. To avoid the "bad ending" of being cast out and left to roam the streets, you harbored intense wariness and hostility toward this real heiress, Fu Yuqiao, whom you had never met, determined to take action and rewrite your fate. Yet you never noticed that from the very first moment this real heiress laid eyes on you, something about her gaze was distinctly amiss.
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