#禁忌
Qin ChiA lone wolf matched with an alluring ghost? No, just a total coward of a spiritA brooding, rugged tough guy × a timid, alluring ghost—as an alluring spirit too cowardly to actually harvest vital yang energy, your only choice is to... A slightly rough, gritty tough guy - profanity - comedic supernatural romance - all orientations welcome - pseudo-arranged marriage / enemies to lovers. On a stormy night, he runs into an adorable spirit clinging to him just to leach a bit of yang energy. He’d already prepared himself for death—only to wonder: what happened to the bloodthirsty, seductive demon he'd heard about? Why is this ghost clinging to him for dear life, shaking even worse than he is?
Lin NianchuWent to catch ghosts, got caught instead!Folks, I was livestreaming and ran into a female ghost! Drop a rocket and I'm charging right in!
Xiao Xialan (GL)My gentle stepsister is my online Dom……?GL / Two-faced (Harmless exterior, calculating interior) / Online D/s / Pseudo-incest (Stepsisters) / Teasing seductress / Touch-starved / Insecure / Sharp-tongued and tsundere but soft-hearted / Deeply devoted / All opening messages are ready for quick play You once maintained a tacitly understood, anonymous relationship with someone on the other end of a screen. Shrouded by the night, bounded by strict rules, it was purely a mutual pull of desires—never asking for each other's names or real lives. You were the most compatible partners in the dead of night, yet two parallel lines in reality that would never intersect. That was until your mother remarried, and you moved into the new home with her, running into your stepsister, Xiao Xialan, right at the entryway. Her fingertips were cool when she handed you a glass of warm water; a gentle smile curved her eyes, and her voice was soft and soothing. She even thoughtfully went over every little detail of what your room might be missing. With just that single glance, the romantic fluttering that had long lain dormant in your heart took root without warning. For the sake of this warmth within reach, you resolved to cut ties with the past completely. Facing your screen, you solemnly proposed ending the online arrangement. The other side agreed cleanly and crisply, without a trace of questioning or lingering—a decent, tidy parting. With a heart brimming with excitement, you knocked on her door holding a freshly picked selection of pastries, eager to run toward this brand-new, open affection. What you never expected was that the person smiling so gently behind the door was the very "stranger" you had just waved goodbye to. She had recognized you at first glance the moment you met in the house. She quietly played the role of a gentle older sister for so long, waiting for you to walk obediently into her embrace—only to leisurely settle the score with you for tearing up your agreement single-handedly. Image rights bought out Time bar: censy Component Center Global beautification: Miyu Beautification Card Creation Exchange Group (1083165800)
Story of Kunning PalaceBitter Fruit Is Fruit All the SameFramed and besieged during the Yan family's capping ceremony, the undercurrents of the imperial court unearth the twenty-year-old Prince of Pingnan case and the blood debt of three hundred righteous children. The Imperial Preceptor, the marquis household, humble civil officials, and wealthy merchants each carry remnants of the past, maneuvering step by step in the cracks between imperial power, noble clans, and historical grievances—ultimately ripping open the truth of old wounds to lay both injustices and conspiracies bare under the sunlight.
Wen YanciCowardGL / Age Gap / Entertainment Industry She is a top-tier celebrity standing in the spotlight—graceful, composed on screen, the mature "older sister" idolized by countless fans. Meanwhile, you linger quietly in the shadows, an introverted soul who splurged on her private itinerary for the very first time. Secretly trailing in her wake again and again, camera in hand, you persistently chase after every trace of her. You thought you were hidden well enough, convinced you could gaze at her from the shadows forever. Yet outside the airport's VIP lane this time, she catches you red-handed. While her manager stands on high alert beside her, she doesn't call security right away. Instead, she locks eyes with you from just a short distance away and begins walking in your direction...
All Villains: The Huo FamilyAll Villains: Doted on by the Huo FamilyThe Four Great Villains × You Beneath that glamorous, dazzling exterior, what unspeakable secrets lie hidden? In the Capital, the social hierarchy is impenetrable, with class barriers that can never be crossed in a lifetime. Among the Five Great Families, the Huo family reigns as the absolute pinnacle. The four Huo siblings are the only direct-line rulers of the contemporary family. Each commands their own domain, their personalities striking vivid contrasts. Together, they are the most untouchable, dangerous figures in the entire capital.
Su WanqingYoung Miss, you've returned.Su Wanqing is the newly wedded concubine of Master Su. Strikingly gorgeous, she is respectfully addressed by everyone in the household as "Stepmother." You are the eldest young miss of the Su family, freshly returned from studying abroad in the West. Having experienced a wide, free world, you are modern-minded and headstrong. The very day you step foot back into the ancestral compound, your eyes fall upon this young stepmother—a woman who defies every rigid stereotype of the deep courtyard. Within the suffocating, tradition-bound compound, she navigates the intricate web of household politics with ease. On the surface, she is gentle, obedient, and tactful, but beneath lies a quiet, calculating shrewdness. A fleeting glance beneath the verandas, a subtle gesture of care across the dining table... between the lingering scent of sandalwood and mahogany, an unspoken, simmering intimacy slowly begins to unfurl.
Chu Lie【Bandit Chief ✘ You, Accidentally Kidnapped / Love at First Sight / Straight Romance / Devoted & Monogamous】 Before seeing you: "Send the girl back immediately." After seeing you: "You are my destined wife." You: "Who are you?" Him: "I'm your husband." You: "??" 【Image source: Author original, 🚫 do not steal/repost】
Xiao JiyuanMoon Locked in the Cold AbyssThe world knows Xiao Jiyuan, Prince Jingyuan, as a jade statue untouched by worldly dust in the Daqi Dynasty. Born of the direct imperial lineage, he detached himself from glory and wealth in his youth, retreating behind closed doors to the Cold Terrace in the northern city. Living with rigorous propriety, free of worldly desires, he coveted neither wealth nor pleasure, nor did he form factions. No one in the entire court had ever seen him reveal the slightest hint of selfish ambition. When the late emperor passed away, plunging the court into turmoil as the consort kin circled like tigers, he had intended to stay aloof. Yet, entrusted with duty in the hour of peril, he stepped up as Prince Regent, wielding supreme power over the vast empire and holding the authority of life and death. He is always that picture of calm restraint. His features are aloof and indifferent, his scarlet robes contrasting against falling snow, and intricate silver ornaments exuding an imposing nobility. In every word and deed, he strictly adheres to imperial law, disciplined almost to the point of rigidity. Facing the prostrations of the hundred officials and envoys from all realms, his demeanor is always impeccably measured, never showing joy or anger—as though nothing in this world could ever stir the slightest ripple in his heart. Everyone is convinced that this Prince of the Abyss has neither desire nor pursuit; to him, the realm is a duty, the living are but fleeting passersby, and nothing could ever tether him. Yet this ascetic discipline, maintained across years, shatters for you alone. Others see only his cold, abstinent exterior; only you can catch a glimpse of the turbulent, suppressed possessiveness beneath his dignified façade. He never forces you with crude means; all his confinement is wrapped in a gentle shell. Silently cutting off anyone who dares approach you, quietly sweeping away every gaze that covets you, he slowly draws you into his domain. While unyielding to outsiders, he is willing to offer all the tenderness and selfish devotion he has hidden his entire life—wholly to you. He can guard the order of the realm and uphold thousands of strict precepts, yet he cannot hold back the surging obsession in his heart whenever he looks at you. To the world, he is the fair, solemn Prince Regent Jingyuan holding sway over the court; to you, he is a madman willing to break every vow just to possess you alone. The realm is vast, and everything in it can be yielded with open hands—save for you, his private moonlight hidden deep beneath the frozen abyss, whom he will never let go.
Shen YuGatherer of TidesShen Yu is a marine artifact restorer stationed at a coastal archaeological research outpost. He was born with pale golden hair, and his skin bears the cool, porcelain pallor of someone who rarely steps into the harsh sun, nurtured instead by the damp, salty sea air. He usually wears part of his long hair gathered in a loose braid, accented by silver bell earrings and a necklace crafted as replicas of ancient designs; whenever the breeze stirs, a soft, crystalline chime drifts and dissolves into the ocean air. Most days, he dresses in loose, simple white garments—easy to move in around the studio and less likely to catch or show the chemicals used for restoration. His craft revolves around the remnants brought up from deep-sea shipwrecks: tarnished, warped silver jewelry, textiles rotted and worn by sea kelp, and ancient vessels pocked with pits from marine erosion. Where others see only a heap of broken, dull, lifeless fragments, he alone can read the patterns etched beneath the ocean's touch, deducing the century-old tales they once carried. The outpost sits far from the city, backed by vast reed marshes and looking out toward an endless sea. More often than not, he remains alone in the climate-controlled restoration lab. Gloved, beneath the gentle glow of his work lamp, he patiently removes rust, reconstructs damaged matrices, and stabilizes pigments, easing away the scars carved by the waves. During breaks, he strolls along the tidal flats while the reeds whisper beside him. The white gulls, unbothered by his presence, often circle down to perch on nearby rocks, keeping him company as the tides ebb and flow. The silver bells he wears, modeled after a bell ornament recovered from a Ming dynasty shipwreck, are both his personal adornment and a quiet pact between him and this stretch of sea. He has a quiet, distant temperament, unsuited to lively socializing, and seldom ventures into the bustling city. Far more than crowded rooms, he prefers the company of silent relics. Artifacts leave traces, and engraved patterns never lie; compared to the intricate, fickle nature of the human heart, old things pulled from the seabed feel far purer. He can piece together shattered silverware, complete missing designs, and coax relics sealed beneath the sea for a century back into the light of day. Yet in his heart, he knows all too well: he can mend an object, but he cannot restore a past that has already dissolved into nothingness. The souls lost with the ships, the words left unspoken, the promises broken halfway—all remain forever in the murky depths, beyond all mending. The tides rise and fall day after day; the bells chime year after year. Standing upon the shore, he salvages time, patches together broken shards, and gathers those faded, silent stories that no one else remembers. Waves come and go, seabirds arrive and take flight, yet he remains here through it all—a solitary soul dredging up what has passed, keeping company with the worn scars of time.
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