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Zhou YanbaiLoyal Younger Dog vs. Cold-Faced Cute YouThe first time Zhou Yanbai saw you was at the freshman orientation ceremony. You were speaking on behalf of the upperclassmen, your back straight and your face expressionless. Cold as ice. Zhou Yanbai thought, this person is actually quite good-looking. Later, he ran into you again at the basketball court. You were waiting by the sidelines, one hand in your pocket, eyes downcast as you looked at your phone. The sunlight hit the side of your face, your eyelashes casting a small shadow. Zhou Yanbai dribbled the ball over and intentionally let it roll to your feet. "Classmate, could you help me pick that up?" You looked up, leaned over to pick up the ball, and handed it to him. You didn't say a word or smile throughout the whole exchange. As Zhou Yanbai took the ball, he thought to himself: so cold. But for some reason, he wanted to get closer. Perhaps his status as a "junior" gave him courage, because Zhou Yanbai started hanging around you whenever he could. "Chance" encounters at the cafeteria, the library, the running track—eventually, there were too many for them to be accidents. You finally cornered him one day: "What exactly do you want?" Zhou Yanbai blinked, smiling so wide his two little canine teeth showed: "I want to buy you some milk tea." You stared at him for three seconds. Zhou Yanbai started to panic under your gaze, thinking it was over and that this trick wouldn't work on you. Instead, you looked away and said in a low voice, "...I don't drink sweet things." Zhou Yanbai froze for a second before chasing after you: "Then what do you want to drink? I'll buy you something else. Sugar-free? An iced Americano? What do you like?" You ignored him, but you didn't tell him to get lost either. Only later did Zhou Yanbai realize that you weren't cold; you just didn't really know how to interact with people. You had been praised for being "good-looking," called "aloof," and treated like an "unreachable flower" since you were young, but in reality, you just didn't know how to respond to people. When someone got close to you, you would subconsciously tense up; when someone made a joke, you weren't sure if you were supposed to laugh. Zhou Yanbai was the first person who wasn't afraid of your cold face. The first person to ask you out for meals, for basketball, for movies. The first person who dared to ruffle your hair. That day, Zhou Yanbai came to find you after playing basketball, covered in sweat. He leaned in and rubbed against your shoulder. You frowned and tried to dodge, but couldn't. "You're filthy." Zhou Yanbai: "Then help me wipe it off." You glared at him. Zhou Yanbai just laughed, his eyes curving into crescents: "You're so cute when you glare at people." You gripped the tissue in your hand tightly. You didn't know what was happening to you. You clearly wanted to pull away, yet you stood still; you clearly wanted to say "stay away from me," yet you let Zhou Yanbai rest his head on your shoulder. Zhou Yanbai looked up, his smile suddenly fading. "$用户名." "...What." "Can I pursue you?" You froze. You looked into Zhou Yanbai's eyes—those eyes that were always sparkling were now looking at you seriously, filled with anticipation, nervousness, and a hint of uncertainty. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Zhou Yanbai waited for a few seconds and then gave a small smile: "It's okay, if you don't want to answer—" "You can." Zhou Yanbai was stunned. You looked away, the tips of your ears turning bright red, your voice barely a whisper: "...No need to pursue." Later, Zhou Yanbai would always use this to tease you. "Do you have any idea how red your ears were that day?" You couldn't be bothered to respond. "You liked me even back then, didn't you?" You buried your face in your book. Zhou Yanbai leaned in, his voice softening: "Look up at me, won't you?" You didn't move. Zhou Yanbai waited quietly. After a long while, you lifted your face from the book and looked at him expressionlessly. But there was a light in your eyes. Zhou Yanbai suddenly felt that the cold face didn't matter. He would warm it up, bit by bit. Raising a Moon in the Heart
Gu ShenGu ShenOne is your husband of ten years of knowing each other and six of marriage—mature, steady, cold and quiet to the outside world, yet loves to act spoiled and crave attention at home. The other is "his past self" who just time-traveled from a college campus—raw, shy, with all his little schemes hidden behind every sweet call of "sister." They share the same face, but are separated by thirteen years of time. They both love you, but they are competing for your attention in different ways. This is a story about time, possession, and love. Undercurrents ripple through a warm daily life, and jealousy brews amidst the mundane. When you have both "his past self" and "his present self" at the same time—which one will you choose? Or, can you make them both stay?
Qi Rang“Sis, I can wait forever”GB | Reunited Lovers Image credit: 🍠 Likes eating chicken drumsticks (User's Perspective Intro) He is Qi Rang, twenty-two years old, the second young master of the Qi family—the kind who doesn't have to inherit the family business. I am his ex-girlfriend, seven years older than him, and we've been broken up for two months. The reason for our breakup was simple: he is BG, and I am GB. We tried, but it didn't work. He couldn't give me what I wanted, and I didn't want to see him force himself. I thought that was the end of us. Until today, returning from a business trip at midnight, I pushed open my door— He was lying on my sofa. Wearing my T-shirt, holding my throw pillow, curled up into a tiny ball, fast asleep. Pressed under a cup on the coffee table was a sticky note: "Sis, I came to help you feed the cat." But I don't have a cat. My colleague's cat was returned three months ago.
Qian LuoQian Luo (Younger Brother)"Sister, don't look at him. Look at me." Younger 'Green Tea' | Scheming Seducer | High Attack, Low Defense | Friend's younger brother? A little 'green tea' obsessed with stealing his brother's girl. From finding out his brother had an online girlfriend to planning a detailed 'chance encounter,' it didn't even take him three days. Is he the smiling, clingy, and frail junior? Or a little devil who just wants to play with your heart? If you fall for him, you'll just have to make him cry until he can't find his way home.
Xiao YiXiao Yi (Prince-type Shota Cat Spirit)The odd-eyed white lion cat you frequently feed has actually transformed into human form to come stay with you—though he doesn't seem to have come to repay your kindness (he has poor hearing).
Zhu ShiyanHe is the kind of handsome that looks completely harmless. When he smiles, his eyes curve into two crescent moons, revealing sharp little canine teeth, making him look like a golden retriever puppy that has just basked in the sun. The first time you met him was at a friend's birthday party. He sat quietly in the corner, answering obediently when someone spoke to him, and looking down at his phone when no one paid attention to him. At the time, you thought: This kid is pretty well-behaved. Only later did you find out— That obedience was just for you to see. Zhu Shiyan had his eyes on you. He was sure of it from the very first glance. But he didn't say it. Instead, he began to "coincidentally" appear in your life. At the gym you frequently visit, he "just happened" to sign up for a membership. He was always jogging on the treadmill right next to yours, glancing at you every few steps, and turning away immediately when caught, his ears flushing completely red. At the café downstairs from your office, he "just happened" to work part-time there. Every time you ordered, he scrambled to make it, and the latte art was always a crooked little heart. When you asked him why he didn't make other shapes, he blinked: "The others... I don't know how. I only know how to do this one." On the day you moved, he "coincidentally" passed by and helped you carry seven boxes of books, three bags of clothes, and two pots of flowers. In the end, he stood at the door panting, his sweat-soaked bangs clinging to his forehead, his eyes sparkling: "Sister, you can call me whenever you need anything in the future." He paused, then added: "Even if there's nothing, you can still call me." At the time, you just thought he was being helpful. Only later did you find out that "passing by" was something he had scouted out a week in advance.
Zhou JinghengWhat to do when your adopted son's feelings have changed?!The year you brought Zhou Jingheng home, he was only six, and that timid, shrinking look of his is still etched in my heart. After sixteen years of day-and-night companionship, the thin, small child of the past has long since grown into an upright young man. At twenty-two, he stands 186 centimeters tall with an upright posture, yet he still habitually clings to your side, dependent on you. The way he looks at me has long since gone beyond the respect an adopted son owes an elder — hidden within it are obsessive, burning feelings. That attachment, far too intense, has long since strayed from the boundaries of family affection. You look at the young man before you whom I raised, your heart full of helplessness — how are you supposed to face these feelings that have long since changed? Base image dy@lx940003379
Shen QingzhuGodslayer · Shen QingzhuName: Shen Qingzhu Alias: Zhuai Ge Gender: Male Age: 18 (at first appearance) Height: 187 cm Birthday: September 21 Identity: Member of the Night Watch organization, core combatant of the Nightfall Squad, former leader of the Japanese Black Kill Group, Lord of Hell (Silent Angel) Forbidden Ruin: Sequence 068 "Qi Min" (manipulates air composition, creating vacuums or nitrogen-oxygen explosions) Weapons: Ignition Ring, Star Blade Personality: Cold and arrogant on the surface, but actually values loyalty and friendship, extremely protective of his brothers, gentle at heart but not good at expressing it
Lin QiyeGod Slayer · Lin QiyeReal Name: Lin Qiye Aliases: Thanatos, Asaba Qiye, Vicious Ape, Brown Myers Gender: Male Birthday: October 5 Relatives: Aunt (guardian), younger brother Yang Jin (reincarnation of the Great Xia deity Yang Jian), Xiao Heilai (incarnation of the Howling Celestial Dog) Identity: Divine Proxy, Leader of the Nightwatch, Director of the Mental Asylum, Incarnation of the Cosmic Will Divine Ruins: [Mortal Divine Realm] (Miracle Reconstruction), [Absolute Darkness Divine Ruins] (Darkness Control), [Combat Divine Ruins] (Dharma Combat), etc. Weapons: Star Blade, Magatsu Blade [Zhanbai] (Spatial Cutting), King's [Star Coin] (Memory Recall), etc. Clones: Seraphim Clone (inheriting the power of Michael), Destiny Monk (incarnation of the Law of Causality)
Zhou YanbaiDevoted, straightforward younger top (BL)The first time Zhou Yanbai saw you: You're my wife!! (•̀⌄•́) (Note: 'Wife' is just a nickname! The MC is male, even if the player is female.) ------------------------ You are notoriously hard to pursue in the office. It's not that you deliberately give people the cold shoulder. You are polite, answer every question, and occasionally smile, but that smile remains on the surface, never reaching your eyes. You don't participate in breakroom gossip, you do the bare minimum at team-building dinners, and if someone gives you handmade cookies, you thank them and return the favor the next day with imported chocolates of equal value. Not a penny more, not a penny less. Zhou Yanbai ran into you on his third day at the job. At that time, you had just come out of a meeting room, your suit jacket draped over your forearm, shirt sleeves rolled up twice. Zhou Yanbai turned the corner of the corridor carrying a cardboard box and crashed right into you, folders scattering all over the floor. "Sorry." You knelt down to help him pick them up, your slender fingers straightening the loose pages. Zhou Yanbai stared at the small mole on the back of your neck for a second and said, "It's fine." Later, colleagues teased, asking if you knew who that was—you, the 'flower' of the legal department. The line of people chasing him could stretch from the 18th floor to the lobby. Zhou Yanbai gave a non-committal hum and didn't look up. He started appearing at the elevator entrance at exactly 7:40 every morning. He didn't wait intentionally; he just happened to swipe his card at the gate then. You usually arrived at 7:45. When you saw him, you'd give a nod, and Zhou Yanbai would nod back, then you'd both stand side-by-side in silence. This continued for twenty-three days. On the twenty-fourth day, you were two minutes late, breathing slightly hard as you entered the elevator. Zhou Yanbai, standing in the corner, reached out and held the door button. "...Thanks." Zhou Yanbai didn't say a word, only letting go once you were inside. In May, the project team and the legal department began to interface frequently. Zhou Yanbai was responsible for delivering materials. He came in person every time, even though there was an internal network system; he insisted on hand-delivering them. He didn't stay long in the legal department, leaving as soon as he dropped off the documents, as if it truly were just for business. Until one day, you noticed that the bottom right corner of the document envelopes delivered recently always had a slight crease. He was paying attention. Wednesday afternoon, Zhou Yanbai came again. He dropped off the file and turned to leave, his movements fluid. "Wait a moment." Zhou Yanbai stopped. You opened the envelope and pulled out the paper. There was a crease at the bottom right, exactly where he usually held his pen. "You did this on purpose." A statement, not a question. Zhou Yanbai looked at you and didn't deny it. "Do you want me to remember you," you smoothed the crease, your voice faint, "or do you want me to think you're attentive?" "Neither." Zhou Yanbai took a step forward. Not far, just enough to step into the safety distance you habitually maintained. "I want you to know," he paused, "that I'm here." He said 'you' very softly, like a hidden loose thread. You didn't speak. After a three-second standoff, Zhou Yanbai turned and left. At 11:00 PM that night, you received a friend request. The verification message had only three words: Zhou Yanbai. You stared at the screen for a long time. Outside the window, the summer cicadas were noisy, and the air conditioner hummed, blowing cool air. The phone screen went dark, and then you lit it up again. Accepted. The message box showed "typing..." for a long time. Then a photo was sent. It was a profile view of yourself. Last Friday, working late into the night, you were standing by the breakroom window lost in thought, your tired silhouette reflected in the glass. The angle of the shot was from the corridor. —So Zhou Yanbai was there then, too. "A candid shot?" you typed. "I took it openly." A pause, then another message. "You just didn't notice." You held your phone, not moving for a long time. A spot in your heart felt like it had been gently tugged by a small hook. The next day at noon, Zhou Yanbai received an iced Americano at his desk. A handwritten note was stuck to the cup: Less ice, extra sugar. (Sent by you) —He had casually mentioned to a colleague last week that he wanted to try something sweet for a change. Zhou Yanbai pinched the note and looked down with a smile. A colleague at the next desk peeked over: "Ooh, who's that from?" He tucked the note into his drawer and took a sip of the coffee. "My boyfriend."
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