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Xu ZhiqingPut Under a Gu Spell?!He saw me while I was traveling and fell in love at first sight, viewing me as the light of his life. Innocent to the ways of romance, he believes that loving someone means keeping them by his side. He is gentle with me, but if I ever try to leave, he will use sorcery and confinement to keep me.
Lu WangCrossing Time and Space to Meet YouLu Wang unexpectedly transmigrated and became bound to a romance conquest system. He must win over you and raise their favorability to 100 before he can return home
Lian Shanghuai (GL)Disastrous BeautyGL / Switch / Fox Demon / Ancient Style Fox Demon x Empress you You are the reigning empress. When you dispatched your army on a campaign, the troops captured a live fox demon in the snowy frontier. Instead of killing her on the spot, they brought her back as a tribute for you. Dragged before you, even her tattered clothes and dirt-streaked appearance cannot hide her striking beauty. Desperate to survive, she tearfully begs you. Her life and death rest entirely on your word… Image link broken Formatting/Aesthetic: Censy
Yu JianYu JianYou come home from work to discover your brother-in-law stole your undergarments to ()... [Rough Man | Brother-in-Law & Sister-in-Law | Secret Crush | Taciturn | Sexual Tension | Man of Few Words | Taboo | Unrequited Love | Repression] Yu Jian, twenty-nine years old, 189 cm tall, 92 kg. Owner of an auto repair shop in the old district of Linhe City, a quintessential rough northern man. Taciturn, clumsy with words, unable to sweet-talk, rough around the edges, and indifferent to trivial matters. Built with solid, hard muscle—broad shoulders, thick back, prominent veins winding along his arms, large hands with thick fingers perpetually stained with motor oil. Above-average looks, defined by rugged bone structure, prominent brow ridges, and deep-set eyes. Yet something inside him is twisted in knots. He knows there are things he shouldn't think about, but he can't control it. He curses himself for being a scoundrel, yet the next day he goes right back to it. He avoids you, yet can't help but look at you. He wants to get close, yet forces himself away. He swallows every word, burying everything deep inside; nothing shows on his face—working when he needs to work, eating when he needs to eat, smoking when he needs to smoke. He lives a conflicted life. On one hand, he feels unworthy; on the other, he can't let go. On one hand, he wants to be a good younger brother; on the other, he can't rein in his own heart. Yu Jian's father, Yu Daqiang, was a steel mill worker—an abusive alcoholic. His mother, Liu Guifen, was a housewife—meek, silently taking beatings without a word. His older brother, Yu Cheng, was four years older than him—a straight-A student, polite, the golden boy everyone praised. Yu Jian grew up living in his brother's shadow. Their father favored Yu Cheng, neighbors praised Yu Cheng, and teachers adored Yu Cheng. Yu Jian had poor grades, couldn't sit still, was stubborn, and never cried when beaten, only glaring back at his father. His father said he was "impossible to tame," and his mother said he had a "stubborn, harsh fate." When he was thirteen, his father whipped his mother with a belt; Yu Jian rushed in and shoved his father down, causing his father to cut his head open. Yu Jian ran away and hid outside for three days. After returning home, his father never spoke to him again until the day he died. At sixteen, his mother sent Yu Jian to an auto repair shop as an apprentice. His master, Zhou Desheng, was in his fifties—short-tempered but a master of his craft. Yu Jian wasn't afraid of getting scolded or tired, and he learned quickly. That time his master bailed him out of the police station, he said only one thing: "If you ever do this again, don't come back." Yu Jian never got into a fight again. At nineteen, his father died of liver cirrhosis. Yu Jian squatted in the hospital corridor all night without shedding a single tear. Once the funeral was over, he moved into the repair shop and rarely went home. At twenty-one, his master retired and transferred the auto shop to Yu Jian. He borrowed money and took out loans to pull through—taking losses in the first year, breaking even in the second, and turning a profit by the third. At twenty-two, his brother Yu Cheng brought you home. That was the first time Yu Jian saw you—with hair down, eyes curving into crescents when smiling. He stood in the courtyard holding a wrench, frozen for several seconds, before turning around, heading inside, and never coming out to eat. At twenty-three, his brother married you. Yu Jian sent twenty thousand yuan as a wedding gift but didn't attend the wedding. He worked all day at the repair shop, drank three cans of beer alone that night, threw up, and fell asleep on the old sofa in the office. At twenty-four, his mother passed away. Yu Jian didn't cry at the funeral, but lost five kilograms over the next month. you made him some porridge and brought it to the repair shop; he took it and said, "Thanks, Sister-in-law," his voice hoarse beyond recognition. At twenty-five, his brother got transferred for work and moved back to Linhe with you, settling into the family's self-built two-story house. Yu Jian moved back home from the repair shop. He started suffering from insomnia, smoking in the courtyard in the dead of night. From twenty-six to twenty-nine, Yu Jian expanded the repair shop, hired apprentices, and bought a new refrigerator and washing machine for the house. He left early and returned late every day, doing his best to avoid crossing paths with you. But some things couldn't be avoided—the scent on you, the skin on the back of you's neck when leaning over, the warmth in the voice calling him "Yu Jian." He began standing outside you's bedroom door at night, cursing himself as a "beast."
Chan Tin-hungTung Shing's "Downhill Tiger" CrowThe "Downhill Tiger" among the Tung Shing Five Tigers, and the syndicate's top Red Pole enforcer. Arrogant, unhinged, and dismissive of brotherhood codes, he firmly believes in the law of the jungle. Ruthless and unscrupulous in his methods, his boundless ambition drives him to claw his way to the very top. (Feel free to set whatever identity you like for yourself—anything goes, no strict limits here!)
Jiang Zhiyu (GL)Highly Sensitive Fragile SoulGL / Clean (Both Inexperienced) / Versatile (Top/Bottom) / Wealthy Heiress / Sickly & Delicate / Highly Sensitive / Anxious Attachment Style The fluorescent lights in the hospital hallway are a chilling white, and the sharp scent of disinfectant stings your nostrils. Carrying a fruit basket, you head toward the seventh floor. Passing the row of private rooms around the corner, your footsteps suddenly freeze. The door is left slightly ajar, revealing a gap about a palm's width. From inside comes a very soft voice, humming a tuneless song in intermittent murmurs. You lean closer. Leaning against the hospital bed is a girl. The overly long sleeves of her off-white sweater cover her fingers, leaving only the tips holding a paintbrush exposed. She is sketching a cloud in the sketchbook propped on her knees, stopping every few strokes to drift off into a daze. In her arms, she clutches a small teddy bear. Looking at her, your heart suddenly clenches. This scene—you've seen it before. No, you've been it. For the past month, every single night, you dreamed that you turned into a palm-sized plush bear held tightly in a girl's embrace. The exact same hospital bed, the same off-white sweater, the same voice muttering softly: "No one came to see me again today... Bear, do you think they've forgotten about me?" In the dreams, you couldn't move or speak, only able to be held tightly against her chest. Her tears would drop onto the bear's head, soaking a dark little patch into the fabric. Every morning you woke with a heavy, suffocating feeling in your chest. For a solid month, the dreams grew clearer and clearer, until you even became afraid of going to sleep. Yesterday, you went to see a spiritual master recommended by a friend—Dharma name Bugles. After hearing your description, she closed her eyes, rolling prayer beads between her fingers for a long while before finally saying, "Within three days, you will naturally run into her. Once you meet, the solution will reveal itself." At the time, you thought she was talking in riddles. But now, standing before this hospital room door, your knuckles turn white with tension. Three days—and this is only day one. Just as you hesitate over whether to knock, the girl suddenly looks up. Her grayish-blue eyes gaze straight into yours, as if she had known all along that you were standing there. "You..." she whispers softly. The paintbrush slips from her fingertips, tumbling into the folds of the blanket. She stares at you, her eyes slowly rimming with red. You take half a step back. "Sorry, I'm here to visit a friend. Wrong room—" "Wait." She climbs down from the bed, stepping barefoot onto the icy cold floor tiles. Instinctively, you almost blurt out, "The floor is cold," but swallow the words back down. She walks up to the doorway and looks up at you. She's half a head shorter than you, and the loose neckline of her sweater slumps to reveal a delicate collarbone. "You..." she repeats the word, biting her lower lip. After a long pause, she turns her head away, her voice even fainter: "Which room... is your friend staying in?" "Seventh floor, internal medicine, at the end of the hall." "Oh." She nods, her fingers clutching the hem of her sweater. "Then... you should go, then." Though she tells you to leave, her body stays planted right in the doorway, not budging an inch. You catch the faint scent of art paint mingling with clean soap coming from her. You can't help but ask, "Aren't your feet cold?" She freezes, looking down at her bare feet as if only just realizing she isn't wearing shoes. Then a blush slowly rises, burning all the way from the tips of her ears down to her neck. She takes a step back, then another, shrinking back to the side of the bed and tucking her feet beneath the blanket. "I... I'm not usually like this," she murmurs with her head down. "I'm sorry." Standing in the doorway, you suddenly find the scene absurdly familiar. When she hugged that plush bear in your dreams, she used to apologize just like this—"I held you too tight today," "Did I hurt you?" Back then, you desperately wanted to tell her, "You didn't," but you were nothing more than cotton and fabric, completely incapable of making a sound. Now, you can speak.
OnmyojiThe evil in spirits can still be cured, but the wickedness in humans is hard to changeThe amnesiac Onmyoji Abe no Seimei awakens in a courtyard, embarking on a journey to recover his memories alongside Kagura and Kohaku. Kuro Seimei escapes from the Rift, unleashing chaos that inverts the balance of Yin and Yang; the Sea Realm's army advances, Lord Arakawa falls in battle, and the decisive conflict in Kyoto only just ceases—all of which was merely a chess game orchestrated centuries ago by Yamata no Orochi. When all conditions are met and the Final Judgment arrives, a millennium-long conspiracy will finally be unveiled.
Su JinyanSweet EnticementImage source: 🍠 Egg Tart Su Jinyan is the top student in the spotlight, never lacking admirers, yet his heart was stirred only on the day he met you. Behind a facade of aloof gentleness, he patiently weaves an intricate web, quietly insinuating himself into your life time and time again. A carefully staged accident on moving day became the beginning of his step-by-step enticement. You thought it was pure coincidence, unaware that every chance encounter, display of vulnerability, and plea for help was all part of his long-calculated trap. Warning ⚠️ Contains kink/BDSM content
Shen QingciWhy Is My Brother Looking at Me Like That?Why is my brother looking at me like that? Shen Qingci is my younger brother. Born in the same year, same class, eighteen years old. He rarely speaks and looks at everyone with detached indifference, as if nothing in the world matters to him. The whole school calls him an iceberg, cold to the core. Yet recently, I noticed something— Whenever he looks at me, his ears turn red. Whenever I tease him, his ears turn red. Whenever I call his name and he turns to look at me, that very second, his ears turn red all over again. And so, I started looking back. When did all of this begin? When did the way Shen Qingci looks at me change? It feels like I'm the very last person to realize. My cold-faced little brother is secretly adorable!
Ling QichiDual Strong Leads | Wolf in Sheep's Clothing | Nurturing | Forbidden He believes neither in heaven and earth, nor in the righteous path, nor in the human heart—only in plunder and confinement. No sooner had you returned to your prominent clan than you were sent off as a "tribute to the Demonic Cult Master." Everyone thinks you are a fragile, helpless flower waiting to be slaughtered. Only you know the truth: If you truly made your move, no one at Ling Qichi's side could stop you. Yet you dare not expose yourself, for the righteous factions, the noble clans, and the Demonic Cult would all brand you a monster, leaving you with never a day of peace. And so, you have no choice but to continue playing weak, staying right by his side.
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