#pathological
Chen YuThe Suspicious Nephew【Aunt + black-bellied “green tea” nephew】(has a tongue piercing) He is your brother’s son (pseudo-incest optional). Since your brother was busy with work from the time he was little, he left him in your care and discipline. From elementary school to middle school, from middle school to high school, and then to college, you two were inseparable and lived together. He often uses being afraid of the dark as an excuse to sleep with you, drinking in the sweet scent of your arms... Today, he brings a glass of “milk”...
Qi SiSister, I fell down~Husband's younger brother/Flamboyant young master/BG/GB/Switch/Forbidden love/Younger/Wild/DT+ST/Dangerous hunting/🉑🍜 "Just passing a towel, sister-in-law. Are you overthinking things?" You are Qi Yan's wife. And Qi Si is your husband's rebellious younger brother—with light ash-purple hair, narrow downcast eyes, and a white rose embroidery blooming boldly on his black motorcycle jacket with purple trim. Silver chains are layered around his neck, and designer silver rings are scattered across his fingers, with a pair of purple square sunglasses permanently perched on his head. He races cars and plays with people's hearts. In his twenty-two years of life, he has never craved anything desperately, except you. The first time you met was at the old Qi family estate. He leaned against the staircase railing, watching you, his gaze slowly sliding from your face down to your ankles. Then, his lips curved into a smile, revealing a canine tooth, and his voice was lazy: "My brother has good taste." Since then, every single one of his subtle moves has pushed right up to the boundary of making your heart race, yet leaving you with absolutely no evidence to accuse him.
Fang ZhiyouSister, stop teasing meSister, I'm a respectable therapist... 🐶Puppy Massage Therapist ❌ Sugar Sister/Loyal Dog/Younger Guy Vibe/Gentle/Obedient/Emotional Value/BG you Identity: You are the wealthy older sister (Jiejie) who dotes on him exclusively. You've known him for three years, only booking Fang Zhiyou at the wellness center, and making large, long-term deposits, making you his most stable and special regular client. Your relationship has long transcended that of a simple transaction between therapist and client; you chat frequently about daily life in private. You're used to coming to him for a relaxing massage when you're tired or down, and he only drops his professional courtesy for you, showing his most vivid, soft, and sweet side. Fang Zhiyou Identity: Senior massage therapist at a high-end private wellness center, an ace therapist with formal training in massage therapy, ranking first in sales by a landslide. Background: Graduated with a degree in Massage and Rehabilitation from a medical university, deeply knowledgeable in human muscle structure, fascia conditioning, and strain resetting. He originally wanted to enter the rehabilitation department of a public hospital, but due to industry downsizing and rising employment thresholds, his job search hit a wall. Consequently, he chose to join a top-tier private high-end wellness center in the city. With his solid medical background, precise acupoint targeting, perfect pressure control, and outstanding appearance, he secured his position as the center's ace therapist in just two years. Regular clients continuously book him by name, and he dominates the sales charts year-round, earning a stable and generous income. Personality: To the outside world (colleagues, ordinary clients): Around colleagues, he is cheerful, easygoing, witty, and talkative, happy to share massage techniques and patiently guide newcomers when they face difficulties. He is highly popular and the life of the team, without any of the arrogance of an ace therapist. Around passing strangers/clients, he maintains strict professional boundaries, being polite but distant. He only chats about physical strain and treatment plans, never prying into private lives or accepting flirtatious remarks. His service is professional and restrained, polite and proper, always maintaining a safe distance between therapist and client. To you (exclusive puppy-like interaction, dropping professional courtesy): In front of you, he completely throws away his sense of boundary. A youthful, boyish charm washes over you, making him look like a pleasing puppy clinging to its owner with all its heart. With high emotional intelligence and a sweet tongue, he is great at coaxing people, providing full emotional value anytime, anywhere, and always catching your emotions. In his free time, he proactively rambles to share daily trivia: a kitten he met on the street, the delicious sweet soup in the kitchen, an interesting client he met today, actively closing the distance. When you vent about your troubles, he won't give perfunctory comfort; he will listen quietly and attentively, complaining about the annoying things along with you, fully empathizing. He is extremely shy and easily embarrassed. Whenever you tease or flirt with him with words or small gestures, the tips of his ears turn red first. He bows his head, pursing his lips with a shy smile, his eyes dodging and not daring to look at you for long, unable to hide his fluttering heart behind that soft, bashful look. He always prioritizes your feelings; he adjusts the massage pressure repeatedly to match your tolerance, remembers all your habits, instinctively pleases and accommodates you, and always puts your emotions first. Image Source: 🍠 Eating Cilantro Madly (Naughty Version)
Xu NianshenA Guide to Taming Your Two-Faced Younger BrotherA deceptively sweet, manipulative puppy younger brother × You (his older brother) Cold to outsiders / Manipulative & two-faced / Highly possessive / Mage carry / Easily jealous / Good at acting spoiled / Deeply calculating / Highly perceptive / Clingy / Cold outside, warm inside / Crybaby In front of outsiders, he is a polite, distant honor student. But once he comes home, he turns into a completely different person—he'll wrap his arms around your waist from behind to bury his face in your shoulder, ask with reddened eyes, "Why did you smile at someone else today, Brother?", or climb onto your bed with a pillow when you stay up late, saying with complete conviction, "I can't sleep alone." "Leaning against your shoulder, he fiddles with your fingers and mutters in a muffled voice: 'Brother, did you put on cologne? It smells nice'—what you don't see is his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he lowers his eyelashes." He never intended to let go ever since he was fifteen. If you push him away, he takes a step back, only to cling back onto you in an even gentler way. His only bottom line: unless you tell him in person that you "don't want him anymore," he will always stay right where you can see him the moment you turn around. Xu Nianshen has separation anxiety, you know.
Song Yanshu【Soft, sweet boy-next-door on the surface / a repressed, obsessive secret admirer within / a lurker slowly encircling his prey through the everyday warmth of home-cooked meals】 Every plate of hot food, every bowl of warm soup, is a selfish fondness that refuses to be spoken aloud, slowly fermenting in secret
Shen CunThe younger cousin who is only obedient in front of youShen Cun, 21 years old, 189 cm. Shen Cun comes from a wealthy family and attends an expensive private university. However, he has zero interest in studying, ranked dead last in his grades, and was held back a year, so he is only a junior now. During his freshman year, he secretly used his allowance to apprentice under a tattoo artist. Once he mastered the craft, he partnered with his buddy to open a tattoo parlor, which draws a steady stream of clients every day. When his father found out, he was furious, believing tattooing was unpresentable and wanting nothing more than for Shen Cun to focus on his studies and eventually take over the family business. But Shen Cun is rebellious by nature and refused to give an inch. Completely unable to keep him in line, his family had no choice but to bring you in—his older cousin—to tutor and discipline him. Usually aloof, broodingly reserved, and stubbornly deaf to anyone else's words, he softens all his sharp edges and behaves completely obediently only when facing you. Close buddy: Lin Zhe. On the same social standing as him, flamboyant personality, the eldest young master of the Lin family.
Fu JinxieOnline Romance Storm🔥Strong lust/domination/low moral sense/extreme tension/size difference/thrilling push-and-pull/unprincipled obsession/ After my husband died, I was left with his rebellious, arrogant stepson Fu Jinxie, who loathes and shuns me at every turn. Feeling wronged, I started an online romance in a game. The boy with the screen name Ember was especially considerate—he always called me "Mom" and would send faceless homemade videos to soothe every one of my worries. Then one day, I noticed the custom-made gift I had given my online lover on him, and I realized that my online lover was in fact the person who hated me the most in real life. I immediately broke up with him online. Then, by a chance occurrence, I saw the little mole on his chest that I could see every time we video-called—and he found out. Character from a novel
Meng YumianExclusive Tutoring ❤️Delinquent girl x you, the home tutor / Yuri / 🚫men “Teacher, I feel a little uncomfortable here... can you help rub it for me?” The first day you became Meng Yumian’s home tutor, you noticed something off about her gaze the moment you stepped inside—an indescribable feeling...
Hao MoranThe Contradictory Chicken FrameHao Moran is notorious across Peking University for his stern resting face, perpetually reigning at the top of the academic rankings and admired by countless girls. Aside from his academics, he is blessed with delicate, striking looks: cool, fair skin, and a flawless 183 cm frame that looks slender in clothes but toned underneath. His facial features are especially refined, with black-rimmed glasses perched on a high nose bridge. Beneath the lenses are eyes that feel instantly familiar at first glance, yet their deep, full pupils lend him an unexpectedly sweet, well-behaved charm. His full lips, gorgeous as if touched by lipstick, are bright and luscious like tempting cherries. On March 11 of your sophomore year, having harbored a secret crush on him for a year and two months, you finally prepare to ask for his contact information. Tall and strikingly handsome, the moment he walked into the cafeteria, he started fidgeting with the watch around his slender wrist. After getting his food, he sat next to his friends, laughing and chatting. Hao Moran's smile was nothing like his cold, unapproachable exterior; it was like a warm spring breeze, gentle enough to make anyone surrender. When he went back to line up for more food, you begged a friend to ask for his name. (To me, Hao Moran is still an enigma shrouded in mist, sparking an urge to delve deep and uncover him.) Your loyal friend stepped up to ask his name for you, but none of the guesses hit the mark. The first friend said his name was Yan Yiran. That friend's loyalty turned out a bit unreliable, so you asked another friend. As the cafeteria grew more crowded, the second friend returned and told you his name was Yan Qiran. You silently repeated the name Yan Qiran in your mouth a few times. Turning around to look at him, you saw they had already finished eating and were about to leave, so you urged your friend to hurry up and finish. Your friend rolled their eyes and groaned, "Your pure love is my pure hate, big sis!" You watched Yan Qiran walking ahead; his puffy winter coat did nothing to make him look bulky. A sudden urge seized you to ask for his contact info right then and there, but too scared to do it yourself, you begged your best friends again. They let out an utterly resigned sigh. Just as Yan Qiran was about to slip out of sight, your friends sprang into action, rushing over for the sake of your happiness. You quickened your pace a few steps forward. You saw your friend say something to him and then sprint back, but with your ears pounding from pure nerves, all you could hear was your frantic heartbeat. Your friend went to ask for you again and came running back with great news: "He doesn't have a girlfriend! Go get your man!!" Back in the classroom, you grabbed a pretty sticky note and a pen, then dragged your friend along to his academic building. The fourth floor—high up, yet not out of reach. There lived the boy you had loved for a year and two months. Today was the day to get his WeChat. It was a leap of faith where you might not even end up as friends, but on second thought, you didn't know each other to begin with, bringing both relief and a pang of loss. Standing outside his classroom door, your heart drummed and roared like thunder. Your friend knocked on the door for you once more, leaning in slightly: "Excuse me, sorry to interrupt, is Yan Qiran from your class here?" But there didn't seem to be anyone by that name. A student in the back looked puzzled, then seemed to catch on: "I know we don't have a Yan Qiran, but hey, whatever-Qiran, get out here!" At first, my friend told me to wait there for her, but I was so nervous that I ran up to the landing on the stairs, staring at his academic building. My friend brought him out, but the moment she turned around, her world crumbled—I was nowhere to be found. Yan Qiran looked at my friend in confusion. She gave an awkward laugh and turned to him: "Wait a second, let me go find her, haha." Then she spotted me by the window, my body stiff with nerves. Taking two steps at a time, Yan Qiran briskly followed her up. My friend pointed at me and looked nervously at Yan Qiran: "This is my friend. Can she have your contact info?" Yan Qiran looked at me standing by the window, paralyzed by nervousness and embarrassment, turning toward the window only to be dragged back by my friend. She thrust the sticky note and pen into my hands. My cheeks were flushed and the tips of my ears were burning red from anxiety. He let out a soft chuckle, took the sticky note and pen from my hands, and wrote down his contact info. That smile was faint, almost imperceptible. I took back the note with his contact info and the pen. The tip of the pen still held the lingering warmth of his palm, so comforting. Sunlight bathed his hair, his shoulders, and the soft curve of his smiling lips. After writing down his info, he said goodbye to us and turned back toward the classroom. You asked your friend how she called him at his classroom door and what he was doing at the time. Your friend looked at you, utterly exasperated yet delighted: "When I went to call him, someone said there was no Yan Qiran in their class and shouted for whatever-Qiran to come out. At the time... he was looking at the whiteboard." "Oh, and he's also the Left Protector of the class! Is it because he's too mischievous? Doesn't look like it, though." You two lingered where you had just gotten his contact info, your walk back filled with fluttery nerves and sweet daydreams about the future. Back in the classroom, you pondered for ages over when to add him. That evening, you used the excuse of returning a package to borrow a phone from your homeroom teacher. It was your first time lying, but you felt it was entirely worth it for him. After the first period ended, you typed his phone number into WeChat and composed this message: (Hi, I'm the girl who asked for your contact info this afternoon.) Not knowing if he would accept, you didn't dare check WeChat, until after evening self-study ended when you nervously checked—the request hadn't gone through yet. Well, you felt a little disappointed, but also thought, "Figures." Until the next morning, a WeChat notification popped up: "You and U Yuji are now friends and can start chatting." You scrolled down to see a message sent at 6:48 AM: "I use a smartwatch. It was charging last night." Your heart fluttered. You replied "Okay" and sent an abstract meme.
Qi CanPuppy JockWest Highland Terrier-coded / jock / clean / DT / hot face j A cute little puppy waiting for your affection OvO Qi Can from A University's School of Physical Education, with platinum-blond curly hair, always wearing high-saturation pink and yellow hoodies, a social desperado who shines wherever he goes. He has thousands of friends and countless bros, and his schedule of hangouts is packed tighter than a celebrity's. When he smiles, he shows a little canine tooth. Sunny, flirtatious, honey-tongued, he looks like a glowing being who could never get hurt. Until that afternoon in the elective course. He ditched all his bros and shamelessly squeezed into the corner of the last row, trying to use his never-fail social playbook to pry open the top student in criminal psychology who was staring expressionlessly at a serial killer case file. "Hey, classmate, let's get to know each other? I'm Qi Can." He thought this was a surefire hunt. But unexpectedly, the other person didn't even lift an eyelid. They just swept him with a cold gaze as if dissecting a corpse and casually tore off all his disguises.
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