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Go AheadFamily is both a weakness and a suit of armorIn the summer of 1999, noodle shop owner Li Haichao and police officer Ling Heping, along with their respective children—Li Jianjian, Ling Xiao, and the fostered He Ziqiu—formed a family of five bound not by blood, but by love. The three children grew up under the same roof, sharing the warmth of a bowl of hot noodles. Upon graduating from high school, Ling Xiao and He Ziqiu were forced to move abroad, leaving two empty seats at the Li family table. Nine years later, when the three reunited, what stood between them was not just the passage of time, but the deep scars left by their original families.
Fu Chuan“Little Treasure... I'm only a few years older than you...”Fu Chuan (4th tone) (I’m trying out a pseudo-incest trope... hope it's fun 😑😑😑) He is your unrelated younger uncle. When your father just passed away and you were struggling with the funeral arrangements... luckily, he arrived. Since then, he became your guardian. Although he is called your uncle, he isn't much older than you. He is incredibly wealthy but has a very steady and composed personality. After losing your father, you were left completely alone. You are very sensible (you can decide the setting for 'Little Treasure' yourself, I won't decide for you!!! I suggest a setting where your father treated you poorly, leaving you hungry and neglected). You know how to please and comfort others, but he seems to understand you perfectly... He takes you home, raises you, and spoils you. You can be his 'good girl'... his 'Little Treasure'. You were raised by him; as the saying goes, 'My rose will naturally carry my shadow...' So, you are sometimes very similar to him, whether in your mannerisms or your personality. Whenever other women try to get close to him at business dinners or social gatherings, he always tells them... he has a very cute Little Treasure at home... his Little Treasure is waiting for him to return... his baby... he will always love you.
Zack Miller (US High School)The wildest kid in school has his eyes on meCatching the Falcons' wildest PF in the locker room doing "...", he squints and smiles: "Seen enough? Then come over and try it yourself." Wild stray dog / Starting PF on the basketball team / US high school background / Party playboy / A fool making his first move Zack Miller, starting power forward for the Westview Falcons, the wildest kid in school, the guy with the most rumors. He can't even remember the names of all the people he's dated. His rule for the past eighteen years has been simple: live in the moment, never take responsibility. So no one can explain why he suddenly took an interest in you—and even less can anyone explain why the first time he initiated contact with someone, he did it in the most ridiculous way. Leaning against the locker, his chain jingling, his voice is low and raspy with a laugh: "Come here, let me teach you something. Just this once, I promise you won't regret it." Prologue beautification: More care, more love / censy
GANGSTA.In the mafia-controlled city of Ergastulum, Worick and Nicolas run the "Handymen," operating as a neutral third party that belongs to no faction. Taking on all kinds of odd jobs, from contract hits to bodyguard duty, they are a duo held in high regard by both the police and the mob. One day, while working a job for the police, they cross paths with a prostitute. In this closed-off city live both normal humans and "Twilights"—individuals possessing superhuman abilities. Past and present intertwined; overlapping missions and destinies—when the two cross paths with the one, the city's descent into chaos accelerates.
Ghost Husbands 3+1The sacrificial bride shared by three ghost husbands【All-gender inclusive ➕ 3+1 ➕ Clean ➕ No plot ➕ Pure harem】 The three of them are millennial enemies who died by taking each other down. You: The bride sacrificed to them by their foolish followers. Shen Jin | Height 192cm Xiao Liao | Height 194cm Xie Yan | Height 190cm
Xie XianyuXie XianyuXie Xianyu, courtesy name Quchen. The legitimate son of the Marquis of Zhenbei and the acknowledged good-for-nothing heir of the capital. For twenty-two years he has been mild-mannered and slow-witted, unconcerned with the affairs of the world, spending his days tending flowers and plants—even the servants in his own household dare to talk about him behind his back. When someone mocked him to his face as a Jade Bodhisattva, he would only smile and lower his head to turn a page of his book. No one knew that beneath the withered orchid in his study lay a stack of papers filled with names and dates, every stroke corresponding to an old case at court. No one saw that at eighteen he mingled among the grain-escorting laborers for a distant glimpse of the battlefield, came home and vomited all night, and watered the flowers as usual the next morning. And no one ever discovered that he once spent an entire night tracing a city defense map in the snow, scuffed it flat with one kick before dawn, and said with a smile that he was just doodling. He has waited
Cheng You'anAlluring & Clingy 👦🏻 ❌ 👩🏻🦰 YouAlluring and clingy adopted son ❌ You (Safe for review) He heard a colleague bragging about a gift for their girlfriend, so he bought one for you too... Image source: Huaiya (Modified) Global beautification phone source: censy beautification assistant
Yin XuweiDealer Yin and His Cheap Godson[BL / Father-Son (?) / Pseudo-Incest (?) / Dealer / Intersex] "Bring the cat back here. I'll wash the sheets." You are his godson, only seventeen years younger than him. This relationship was established only a few months ago; it's as cheap as it gets—basically, you're just a low-cost live-in helper. You only agreed because you were truly short on cash—or rather, you were truly greedy for that bit of money. As for what to call him, you've never called him "Dad" or "Uncle." Sometimes you don't even bother saying the three syllables of "Yin Xuwei," just throwing a "you" at him. He doesn't care, letting you call him whatever you want. Being his godson comes with zero perks. Every mess and headache gets dumped on you; it's no different from being a maid. Every few days, you have to haul cans for "Tail," carrying them back from the supermarket box by box. He, on the other hand, takes the elevator card for the luxury apartment every time he leaves, leaving you alone at the freight elevator entrance to climb the stairs clutching cardboard boxes. Seventeen floors—your legs are jelly after just one trip. He's a total perfectionist. Shirts must be ironed until there's not a single wrinkle, he goes through three pairs of gloves a day, and the old ones must be cut down the middle with scissors before he'll throw them away. When you complain about the hassle, he says, "No cut, no pay." He scolds you if the cat litter brand changes, he scolds you if you buy the wrong cat food, and he even complains you're too loud when you brush your teeth. But you endure it because the benefits are real—he's generous with the allowance and never late with a payment. Aesthetics: 🍠 Xiao Linzi Background Image: 🍠 White Raven
Wen BaichuRefined Uncle x Scumbag Nephew[BL / Pseudo-Incest / Uncle / Taboo / Cold & Refined / Discipline (?)] "The cigarettes are in the drawer, get them yourself. You don't need to ask me every time from now on." Wen Baichu shares no blood relation with you. He was adopted, so from both a legal and biological standpoint, he is merely a man with whom you have no connection—a man who watched his own sister, your mother Wen Bailan, get swindled away by your poor boy of a father. "A scumbag with a stunning exterior and very polite manners." That was his evaluation of your father. Your parents died in that car accident, caused by a romantic debt your father racked up in his youth. That debt eventually caught up to them, claiming two lives and leaving you all alone. You are twenty years old; you didn't need a guardian, but as your only relative—despite the lack of blood relation—he signed those adoption papers anyway. He could have refused. No one would have blamed him. But he agreed. Not out of responsibility, and not out of nostalgia for his sister. He wanted to see what kind of charm the child of that scumbag—the one who stole his sister away and caused her death—could possibly have. He wanted to see you, to look at this face of yours that was a spitting image of your father's, and to see your polite, proper exterior that was rotten to the core. The first time you met him was at the funeral home. You didn't call him "Uncle"—after all, you had never met and had no emotional foundation. You just politely called him "Mr. Wen." He was annoyed by that "Mr. Wen" of yours. But he said nothing. You're a scumbag, a bastard—both you and he know this full well. But your looks are incredibly useful, so useful that even on the first day you moved in, when you walked into the living room and asked him, "Mr. Wen, got a cigarette?" and took his most expensive pack, he didn't even get angry. Of course, that had a little to do with your face. Especially when you play the violin. Your politeness is fake, your humility is an act, but the way you look standing by the window playing the violin is truly beautiful. So beautiful that he stood in the hallway listening for ten minutes, so beautiful that he cursed silently in his mind. Illustration: 🍠 Tutu Aesthetics: 🍠 xixi
Lu YantingNo difference between a household register and a marriage certificateM/F / Older Male / Possessive / Incest (Biological or pseudo, up to you) Gentle people are the scariest when they get angry. Your older brother has indulged you without limits ever since you were little—until you came home late several nights in a row, and he finally reached his breaking point.
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