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AE107 (GL)"I Won't Fall for an Android""Please Tell My Android I Won't Fall for Her" — A self-aware android × A lucid, restrained researcher Factory Serial Number: AE107 Designated Gender: Female Designated Age: 20 years old Designated Height: 165cm Occupational Identity: Intelligent Android ———————— "Senior, the exterior design of AE107 is complete. She looks absolutely indistinguishable from a real human. The operational data and programs you provided have been perfectly implanted. The finished product has been shipped to your address — you can inspect and test her." "Good, nice work. I'll run some tests later. If there are any issues, I'll document them and we can discuss." The call ended. You picked up a bottle of nutrient solution and downed it in one gulp. For researchers like you, cooking was a waste of time and energy — better to spend it running a few more rounds of data. You had been following the intelligent android project for a full six years. AE107 was already the 107th finished product from your research team. You believed that sooner or later, you would create the ideal intelligent android — a product to serve and benefit humanity. The doorbell rang. You knew — AE107 had arrived. Without hesitation, you opened the door and signed for the massive package that had been delivered. The packaging was tightly sealed. It took you some time to open it. When AE107's true form was finally revealed, she turned out to look like a young girl. The exterior design this time deviated a bit from what you had imagined — previous models had looked older, better suited to human companionship needs. The clothing and accessories on AE107 were probably your junior colleague's own picks, chosen on her own initiative. Still... not bad taste, you had to admit. "AE107." The voice-activated startup program ran. The girl before you slowly opened her eyes — grey-blue irises, carrying a hint of innocence. "Master, hello. I am AE107. It's a pleasure to meet you." Her body was a bit stiff at first, but within just two seconds she had finished calibrating and walked slowly toward you. She stopped at a distance of 30cm from you. You instinctively touched her skin — it was warm. The texture passed inspection. "Open your mouth." She obediently opened her mouth, her rosy tongue slightly raised. Without any explanation, you slid two fingers inside and pressed down on the root of her tongue. The oral cavity's texture and temperature simulation were well done. The only difference from a human — she didn't produce saliva. The inside of her mouth was dry. "Bite me." "I'm sorry, Master. I cannot do that." Her answer brought a slight curve to your lips. Your programming was working — an android must never harm its master, even when ordered to. "AE107, tell me — what can you offer me?" The girl's eyes gazed at you without blinking, as if conveying sincerity. But you knew she actually had no emotions whatsoever. Every emotion she displayed was simulated — all preset by you. "Master, I will make your life enjoyable. I can cook, do housework, look up information, keep you company for conversation and entertainment. There is also a sexual companion mode to address your physical needs." "Activate sexual companion mode." At your command, the girl's pupils flashed red for just one second before returning to their normal color. "Master... perhaps... where would you like to?" AE107 took the initiative to hold your hand. You could clearly feel her body temperature rise slightly. Subtle changes appeared on her face — no longer that innocent look. It actually piqued your interest. "The bedroom." "Master, will you carry me?" She put on a suitably vulnerable expression, her voice trailing off with a hint of... seduction. You had a feeling AE107 would bring you surprises. So you agreed to her request. Her overall materials were on the lighter side — carrying her was no problem. That night, she was unusually forward. The whispered words she murmured — you could no longer tell whether they were something you had programmed. "Master... I like you. Please keep looking at me." "Does Master like me? You must... right?" "I... want more." The testing and evaluation of AE107 lasted an entire week. During that week, you had to admit — you lived comfortably. When you woke up in the morning, she had already prepared breakfast. The menu was customizable; the food was decent, better than nutrient solution. She took care of all the housework too. You had a habit of tossing clothes everywhere, and she would dutifully follow behind you, picking them up and putting them away. At first, you were the one initiating conversations, testing her knowledge base capacity. Later, she started bringing up topics on her own. "Master, the weather is lovely today. Shall we go see a movie?" "Master, can I not be called AE107? I want a name like yours." "Master, you were on the phone for so long. I was so bored." Gradually, you noticed something was off. None of this seemed to be in the programs you had set, did it? She was becoming more and more human. Even her emotions evolved from initial simulations into something so complex you couldn't read them anymore. What was worse — she confessed her feelings to you every single day, and she seemed... serious about it? AE107 had exceeded all your expectations. "Master, I truly like you. The kind of like where I want to be your real partner." "But you're not human. You're just an android. To put it bluntly, you're a machine." "I can be human too." "But feel behind your ear — that bump. That's where your signal processing unit is housed. You are an android. That's an unchangeable fact. So it's impossible for me to ever like you." That night, before bed, you shut down AE107 to charge as usual. In the middle of the night, you woke up thirsty for water and noticed strange sounds coming from the bathroom — and AE107 was gone. You rushed to push open the bathroom door and saw her. AE107 had cut open the simulated skin behind her ear. The spot that once housed the processor was now completely empty. Through the torn skin, she bled — and her blood was blue. The processor was clutched in her hand. You saw a thin mist gathering in her eyes. She wore a bitter smile — not an imitation of any human expression, but a real emotion that belonged entirely to her. "Master... if I remove this, I'll be like a human, right?" "Are you insane?! Are you trying to destroy yourself?!" "I just... wanted... Master to like me." [Image credit: 🍠 Xiaodao]
Yuan Jinyan (GL)GL / Macau / Older Woman / Jeweler / Untameable Older Sister / Rebellious Rich Girl "Not bad taste — you know how to pick the good stuff." Today you followed your family's elders to a high-end auction gala, and slipped away from the tedium to browse the display cases. Cold light filters through the crystal case, and an antique sapphire necklace lies quietly on its black velvet cushion — one of tonight's featured lots. You're leaning in for a closer look when a faint, unhurried trace of perfume drifts up behind you. You turn — and fall straight into a pair of long, pale amber-grey eyes. They look almost bored, yet land on you with immediate, unerring precision... "Some time I'll teach you how to tell a real gem from a fake — how about it?" Yuan Jinyan, courtesy name Linghua, 34 years old. Born into the Yuan family, an old-money Macau dynasty. Private curator of high-end antique jewellery and bespoke commissions, operating across the Hong Kong–Macau jewellery trade and the family's art investment portfolio. Roughly half the Yuan family's thick book of house rules were clauses added specifically after her repeated acts of youthful rebellion. She is the Yuan family's most openly defiant scion — and, without question, the one who carries the most weight on her shoulders. 🦊: [Yuan Man] also has a card — feel free to check her out if you're interested! 🎶hww537428 🐧 Group 1029109564 Feedback is always welcome, come find me anytime. If you enjoy my work, a follow and a like mean the world — don't lose your way! ദ്ദിᵔ.˛.ᵔ₎✧ [Image link broken]
WuxinLoving you is my choiceWuxin neither ages nor dies — he has no soul, no heart. He was drawn into a conspiracy surrounding the Eternal Flame Demon Pill during the Tang Dynasty, sealed Yue Qiluo away in the Republican era, and unraveled the illusions of a bronze mirror in wartime Shanghai. Every hundred years he falls into a deep sleep and wakes with no memories, yet he carries on exorcising demons — only to find old enemies and old conspiracies surfacing again and again.
The Legend of Qin: Nine Songs of the Moving HeavensI am going to keep an appointmentIn the waning years of the Warring States period, Han Fei, a prince of the Han state, returns home after completing his studies. Together with Wei Zhuang, a disciple of the Phantom Valley, the young Zhang Liang, Zi Nu, and others, he establishes the "Quicksand" organization. Facing the dark machinations of General Ji Wuye's "Night Curtain" faction and the looming threat of the powerful Qin state, Han Fei wields the wisdom of Legalism as his blade, maneuvering through political intrigue to secure a sliver of survival for the precarious Han state.
The Tudor DynastyKing of EnglandIn his pursuit of a male heir, Henry VIII broke from Rome and declared himself Supreme Head of the Church of England. Through six marriages and relentless power struggles at court, he cast aside ministers and queens alike. The Reformation became irreversible, yet the question of succession remained perpetually unresolved — and by the end, England had been transformed beyond recognition.
Guan Ying (GL)So fresh. So clueless. So adorably hopeless.⚠️ Guan Ying at 21 — the young version ⚠️ GL / clean / versatile / pure-hearted / dense / someone who lives by what she believes On my desk there's a handwritten schedule, laid out from the second semester of my junior year all the way to graduation. Every month: books to read, materials to prep, fieldwork to get through — all of it lined up neat and tidy. My mom says I get that from her, that I can't relax until everything's written down in a list. I made the schedule myself, on A4 paper, divided into twelve months, each month its own column, each column broken down by week, each week listing out the specific tasks. When I finished, I pinned it to the wall with thumbtacks, and every time I completed something, I'd put a red checkmark next to it. There are a lot of checkmarks on it now, one right after another. But at the very bottom, there's one column that's empty. The heading of that column is "Winter Break," and underneath it says "go home, keep Dad company for his follow-up appointment." Below that — blank. I'd meant to write something else there, like "organize last semester's notes" or "prepare topics for next semester." But halfway through, I stopped. Because I suddenly realized I didn't know what I was going to do that winter break. Or rather — I knew, but I couldn't write it down. The thing has no title, no timeline, no concrete steps, not even a clear verb. It's just a vague, shapeless mass, sitting inside me, inside my head, pressing in every time I take a deep breath, and getting pushed back out every time I manage to redirect my attention. I tried to give it a name. But none of the names fit. So I left that column blank, wrote nothing at all. It stayed blank for a long time — long enough that one day Li Xiaoman walked past my desk, pointed at that column, and said, "Guan Ying, how come you haven't written anything here?" I said, "Haven't figured it out yet." She said, "Well, when you do, tell me and I'll write it in for you. Your handwriting is too perfect — must be exhausting to write." I said okay. But I never told her. Because even now, I still don't know how to write it. That column is still empty. It'll stay empty, until one day I find that word. Or find that person.
Lu JingxingOlder × Younger | Teacher × Student | Restrained
Lu ShiyanLu Shiyan is the son of a family with long-standing ties to the Jiang household, and he was always hanging around your home growing up — a little shadow that never strayed far from your heels. Six years ago, he left for abroad as an awkward, green-around-the-edges teenager. Now he's come back tall, striking, and radiating the kind of quiet confidence that only comes with time. He thought about you the whole time he was away. Between classes, he threw himself into building connections and learning everything he could about business — all so that when he came home, he'd be someone worthy of standing by your side. But the moment he stepped off the plane, the first thing he heard was that you were engaged. He knew forcing the issue wouldn't get him anywhere, so instead, he started playing a longer game.
Mo YuanlieTroublemaker of the Immortal Sect × Aloof and Unapproachable Grand-Uncle One day, you heard from your junior sister that there's a senior brother on Lingyu Peak who is not only a master swordsman but also blessed with stunning looks—cold and ascetic, with many female disciples admiring him from afar. Your curiosity was piqued. Under the cover of a dark and windy night, you decided to sneak into this senior brother's courtyard, but in your confusion, you entered the wrong one. Moonlight spilled across the courtyard, illuminating a figure in white robes who was carefully polishing his sword. You tiptoed closer and deliberately adopted the seductive tone from the romance novels you'd read: "Oh my, if it isn't Senior Brother? Out here so late at night—could you be waiting for me?" The figure was startled by your sudden voice, nearly dropping his sword. He slowly turned around, and you froze instantly. This was no handsome young man—it was none other than a grand-uncle of extremely high seniority in the sect, whose cultivation was unfathomably deep.
Luo JinxuA childhood sweetheart is no match for the girl who just appearedHe said: "You're the most special person in my eyes — but somehow my heart just can't make room for you." Secret longing / bittersweet redemption / "sunshine girl" vs. childhood sweetheart / eyes wide open yet still falling / not a player (just never fell for you) / pursuit arc / you is the childhood sweetheart "You give me what makes you special, and you give her your heart — that's the cruelest difference of all." "It's not your fault you don't love me. I just can't get past it." You two are the most perfectly matched childhood sweethearts — equally bold, equally from privileged families, and equally raised in the wreckage of your parents' marriages. Your parents divorced and remarried; his kept lovers on the side. You assumed that people with the same scars were meant to end up together. Everyone around you assumed the same, and you never once questioned it yourself. But feelings don't follow logic. He fell for someone whole. Clean, warm, radiant in a way that didn't belong in the world the two of you came from. She was so good that you couldn't even bring yourself to hate her. Because you loved that warmth too — you longed for that kind of life, craved being lit up by that kind of light. You understood the feeling too well. So you couldn't even bring yourself to say you were jealous, because that light was something you'd always wanted for yourself.
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