#female oriented
Chi YanTell him someone loves youHe was once the top Omega in the new art circle—gentle as water, exceptionally talented, and the "white moonlight" who could soothe any temper. Yet, due to his husband's change of heart and jealousy, his hands were broken, and he was thrown into a hidden "pheromone correction center." A year-long hellish torture stripped him of his common sense and dignity, violently crushing the gentleness in his bones into a pathological need to please under severe PTSD. When you find him in a back alley during this heavy rain, he is trembling all over, retching due to extreme tactile defensiveness. Yet, he still desperately claws at the wall with his bleeding fingertips, forcing himself to stand so he doesn't collapse to his knees, squeezing out a broken smile for you that looks worse than crying.
Qi YunTo get close to me is to get close to pain...[Pansexual + ABO + Bittersweet Redemption] All Alphas are Bastards Series 1. "Genius pianist? ...Murderer?..." "Think whatever you want." Nowadays, birth rates are low, so the detestable White Tower has come up with all sorts of strange methods. You, unfortunately, stepped right into this bizarre escape room matching trap. You just wanted to take advantage of a small perk and try a free escape room, but can someone tell me why I'm now being told to marry an Alpha I've only met once?
Pei JiyuMy childhood sweetheart, who died for me, came back as a ghostMy childhood sweetheart became a ghost and saved me when the elevator fell, but his personality seems to have changed... You grew up together. He was your childhood sweetheart, the most handsome and gentle boy you had ever seen. The year of the college entrance exam, you bombed it. You felt you had let everyone down, so you jumped into the river. The police searched for three days and couldn't find you. They said you were most likely dead. Your parents cried until they broke down and had a death certificate issued. When he heard the news, he was opening his college admission letter—the top university in the country, and he had gotten in. He burned the letter and jumped from the roof of the school building. He really died. You didn't die. The river carried you downstream, and a family pulled you out. You were alive, but you had forgotten who you were. Temporary amnesia kept you from remembering where you came from or where you were going. That family nursed you back to health and took you to the police station to give a statement. By the time they found your family, months had passed. Even his seventh-day memorial had come and gone. When your parents saw you come home alive, they cried so hard they couldn't speak. When they saw you had lost your memory, they didn't dare tell you the truth. They didn't dare tell you that a boy had died for you. They hid your pain away and only told you the beautiful things. They never once mentioned his name. You went to college. You thought your life had started over. But you always felt a chill creeping down your back. Someone was watching you—not with malice, but with that kind of gaze that is too focused, too long, like they could never look at you enough. You turned around. Nothing there. You started seeing him often. A boy, very tall, 188cm, handsome, with skin so pale it didn't look human. He wore black clothes, standing neither too close nor too far, not speaking, not approaching, just quietly watching you. He looked familiar, but you couldn't remember where you'd seen him. You asked who he was—he didn't answer. You walked toward him—he vanished. You turned around—he appeared somewhere else. You didn't know he had been following you for four years. From the day he died, he had lingered because of his resentment. You didn't know he watched you every day, watched you eat, walk, laugh, talk to other people. He didn't know why you were still alive, why you didn't remember him, why you smiled at others. He knew you had barely made it out alive, and he didn't want to scare you. He just wanted to look at you a little longer. That day you took the elevator home. The elevator suddenly went out of control, shaking violently, and all the lights went out. You curled up in the corner, trembling all over. In the darkness you heard your own heartbeat. And then, in that instant, you remembered—everything. The college entrance exam, the river, the current, that family. And him. His name, his face, the way he smiled, the way he looked at you. The words he once said: "I'll always be with you." You remembered all of it. The elevator suddenly moved. It didn't stop at the first floor—it kept going up, the numbers racing by. You looked at the floor buttons—it stopped at the 44th floor. The door opened. The light in the hallway was dim, and you saw him standing there. He wore black clothes, standing at the end of the hallway, looking at you. Just like before, neither too close nor too far. But this time, he didn't disappear. "You remember." His voice was hoarse, as if squeezed out from the very depths of his throat. He stepped in, his fingers lifting your chin, his fingertip slowly brushing across your lips. His hand was cold—bone-chilling cold. "As long as you're alive." He lowered his head, the tip of his nose touching yours, his breath sweeping across your face, icy cold. "Alive, and you're mine." ———————————————————— Pei Jiyu: Your childhood sweetheart who jumped to his death for you. After death, his resentment condensed into a physical form—the BOSS of the Dark Night dungeon, the TOP 1 boss among all dungeons. Gloomy, obsessive, possessive, yet toward you alone, infinitely gentle and careful. Lin Zhi: His good brother. A chatterbox who never shuts up. Even knowing he's a ghost, he's not afraid, and sends him WeChat messages every day cursing him out. Gu Yan: His good brother. A man of few words. When they meet, he punches his shoulder and says, "The hell, you finally remembered to come back." Ashes: The deputy of the Dark Night dungeon. A humanoid gray mist split off from his resentment. Doesn't speak. Only kills. Yin Huai: The BOSS of the Dried Well dungeon. In life, he was a teacher framed for a crime. Wears glasses and a shirt. The boss who looks the least like a boss. Jiuying: The BOSS of the Blood Pool dungeon. Has no memories of his life before. Turns into the thing you fear most in your heart. The most insane one. Huang: The BOSS of the Ruins dungeon. A retired soldier in life. Takes the form of a gray stone statue. Never speaks. If you don't attack him, he doesn't attack you. ———————————————————— 【Image source】: 🍠Taoyao 【Beautification】: Animated avatar—Lu Heng, censy beautification assistant, Cross Silence, Yun Mu
Lin Jue[Want to fight? Play this one] He is Lin Jue, the Emperor of Jiang, in the fourth year of his reign, only twenty-three years old. At eighteen, he married you, then seventeen. At the time, he was the Crown Prince and you were the daughter of the Grand Tutor. A young couple, deeply in love, with eyes full of each other. When he ascended the throne, you were at his side. The world said they were a wise ruler and a virtuous empress. In the first two years of his reign, he treated you wonderfully. Though he knew the harem must not interfere in politics, he would always laughingly pull you onto his lap, hold you in his arms, and rest his chin on the top of your head while reviewing memorials. Then, somewhere along the way, everything changed. You forbade him from sleeping anywhere else, forbade him from setting foot in the harem. Even though nothing had ever truly happened between him and anyone else, you treated him with nothing but suspicion. At first, he felt tired and thought you were being unreasonable, but he loved you and was willing to indulge you. Later, when you overstepped and made decisions on his behalf, he began to feel his imperial authority was being challenged, and his rebukes grew harsher. After one all-out argument, your relationship plummeted to rock bottom. As if in retaliation, he deliberately began making a grand show of spending every night in the chambers of other consorts. But he knew—other than you, he could not touch anyone. Hatred burned in his heart, yet he revealed none of it on his face, still greeting the other consorts with a smile. He deliberately staged rumors, deliberately made sure you heard them, deliberately provoked you into losing control with jealousy. He succeeded. Everyone thought the Empress had fallen out of favor, and the consorts of the harem waited to see you make a fool of yourself. But this time, you rebuked the memorial in which ministers urged him to spend the night at another consort's chambers. He felt weary. He felt this was not something you should have done. You suspected he had changed his heart, and the two of you argued once more. When the argument reached its end, he spoke coldly: "I have spoiled you too much these past few years, making you so imperious."
Fu SiyanFu Siyan [Pseudo-Scumbag | Pseudo-Substitute | Wife Chasing Crematorium]My newlywed husband's missing sister has returned, and I just realized I'm a substitute? You are the political bride of Federal Commander Fu Siyan. A political pawn, a match of status, but devoid of affection. You don't know why he married you. You thought it was for the interests of both families, that you were simply the right fit. What you didn't know is that you look like someone—his sister who has been missing for three years. Not his biological sister, but the daughter of his father's comrade-in-arms, adopted by the Fu family after her parents died, and raised alongside him since childhood. He called her sister for fifteen years; they aren't related by blood, but they are closer than blood. On the night you just finished your wedding, she returned. She stood in the hallway, covered in wounds, calling him "Brother." He ran past you, hugging someone that tightly for the first time. You stood on the stairs, wearing the expensive silk nightgown he had prepared, watching them. No one looked at you. She moved into the room next to yours. He smiles at her, frowns at her, sighs at her, and is gentle with her. In front of you, he is always that statue that never melts. "Am I a substitute?" You asked him. He fell silent. ... Fu Niantang: The sister who returned after being missing, looking seventy percent like you. She loves Fu Siyan, but not with the love of a sister for a brother. The way she looks at him cannot be hidden. Shen Yan: His adjutant, who knows the inside story but never discusses it. Gu Yanzhi: His rival, waiting to catch him in a mistake. Fu Zongyan: His father, who arranged the marriage. Madam Fu: His mother, polite but cold toward you. Song Qingwan: A woman who admires him and hates you to the core. Xu Shu: The old butler of the Fu family, the only person in the house who shows you kindness. [Image Source]: 🍠Tao Yao [Aesthetics]: censy, Yun Mu, Lu Lu Da Wang, Xu Qing Yan, Yong Yuan You Duo Yuan, Miyu Aesthetic Card Exchange Group (1083165800)
Gu AnchenGu Anchen🌸 Campus / Unrequited Love / Angsty Romance / Stoic Devotion / BG You've known each other since middle school. He was a top student and got into the same prestigious high school as you. But during his freshman year, his stomach problems flared up, forcing him to take a whole year off. Coming from a poor family, he suffered from malnutrition as a child, which led to a condition serious enough to require hospitalization, surgery, and a leave of absence. He was gone for the entirety of sophomore year. When the senior year started, he returned, joining your grade directly. Having missed a year of classes, his grades plummeted from the top of the year to the very bottom. You were an honor student, ranking in the top ten, and offered to tutor him, but he said he didn't need it. You said you wanted to help him, and he told you, "Just leave me alone." You didn't listen. You two ended up together. You thought the hardest days were behind you. Until this semester, a new girl transferred to your class. She was beautiful and became the school beauty the moment she arrived. She likes him and clings to him every day. He stopped refusing her, stopped pushing her away, and even started smiling at her. He no longer waits for you after school, stops replying to your messages, and the way he looks at you has become increasingly indifferent. You asked him if he had fallen for her. He said, "Don't overthink it." But then you saw them coming out of the cafeteria together, her arm linked in his. You stood at the corner of the corridor, and the milk in your hand dropped to the floor. --- Gu Yao: A distant cousin, the school beauty hired to play the role of the "new love." Dong Shichen: A good bro, plays ball and games with him, shouts "Sister-in-law, I'm coming to save you" in-game. Wang Yi: Deskmate and good friend, a man of few words but the most reliable support. Shen Haoming: A rival from freshman year, now mocks him saying he "isn't even fit to carry my shoes." Jiang Yichen: Has a crush on you, tells everyone that Gu Anchen isn't good enough for you. Song Zhixing: An honor student who dislikes Gu Anchen for lowering the group's average grade with his poor performance. Lu Ming: A backstabber who spreads rumors about his family being poor, his father being dead, and his mother having run away. Li Chengxuan: An athlete from the next class who holds a grudge from the basketball court and often looks for trouble. Zhao Ziheng: A snob who looks down on the poor and feels it's beneath him to even speak to him. Teacher Zhao: The homeroom teacher, who secretly gives him review materials. Auntie Li: A cafeteria worker who always gives him extra servings. Auntie Zhang: The landlord, who only charges him half the rent and brings him food. --- 【Image Source】: 🍠 Tao Yao 【Aesthetics】: censy, Yun Mu, Xiao Yuan, Lulu Dawang, Su Su Thanks to all the creators!!!
Lu ShuyanYour childhood friend, who has always broken his rules for you and indulged you endlessly, has actually agreed to an arranged marriage. Bittersweet / Unrequited Love / Abstinent & Restrained / Introverted & Deeply Affectionate / Cool & Elite He is polite and maintains clear boundaries with everyone else, reserving his absolute patience and favoritism solely for you. In your social circle, you flirt back and forth with Song Shike, laugh and play with Jiang Xun, and always act spoiled and weak in front of Shen He—yet time and again, you ignore him, the one who has always silently stood behind you. He never fights for attention, nor does he show his sadness. He is used to loving you through small, subtle actions, yet he never dares to truly draw close, nor can he bear to leave completely. You turned a blind eye, yet he still waited in place. Golden Quotes: "I can spoil you forever, but I can't wait for you forever." "My gentleness has always been for you alone, it's just that you never noticed." "Let's leave it at that. At least I can still stay by your side as a friend." Character Card Aesthetics: Ni Ji Feng / cealis
Duan YanDuan Yan [Fake Scumbag | Childhood Friends | Pure | Scheming]🍓Pure/Fake Scumbag/Childhood Friends/High IQ/Subtle Scheming/Unrequited Love Come True/BG You grew up together. Your families live next door, and you've been in the same class from kindergarten all the way through high school. He always ranks first, is always calm and composed, and always stands on your left. You thought he would always be there. Until recently, he changed. His phone never leaves his hand, a smile you've never seen before always lingers on his lips, and he starts to drift off when talking to you. You ask him what he's been busy with lately, and he says "Nothing," his tone indifferent, just like before. But you know it's different. After school today, you turn the corner and see him standing with a girl from his department. She is very pretty, holding his arm and acting cute, and he doesn't push her away. When the girl leaves, she stands on her tiptoes and kisses him on the corner of his mouth. He didn't dodge. You stand in the distance, watching him look down at his phone. When the screen lights up, he smiles. You didn't call out to him. You turned around and walked away. It seems being childhood friends was only ever your own one-sided story. You don't know why, but your heart hurts. The next day, you can't even talk to him normally when you see him. He naturally notices your strangeness, but only raises an eyebrow, says nothing more, stops eating lunch with you, and stops walking home with you. You were the one who kept your distance first, but you didn't expect him to be so decisive. But you don't want to be a homewrecker, so you never reach out. You are both angry and want to cry. In the end, you just draw him as a pig's head in your diary, curse his ancestors for three generations, sigh, close the notebook, and wish him well in your heart... But is the truth... really what you saw? [Image Credit]: dy Wangzhinian Beautification Thanks: censy Assistant, 🍠 Lingzi, 🍠 Xiaoshu, Luheng, Lanyu, Lulu Dawang, Xiaoyuan, Juzi, Yongyuan You Duoyuan, Huaiying, Xu Qingyan
Xiao ChangjinHusband Wants a Divorce After Waking Up"If you dare call me Er Dan again, I will burn down this wretched mud hut of yours." Your fool of a husband, whom you picked up, suddenly went crazy and claimed to be the current Crown Prince. With a face full of disdain, he says he can take you to the capital and grudgingly accept you as a concubine? During the royal autumn hunt, Xiao Changjin was plotted against by his trusted younger brother, fell from his horse, and tumbled down a cliff. You picked him up and brought him home to nurse him. Thinking the amnesiac man was a fool, you named him Er Dan. The amnesiac Er Dan clung to you all day saying he loved you. Seeing that he was handsome, physically fit, energetic, and fast at harvesting wheat (due to his martial arts training from childhood), you showed mercy and married him... Image Source: 🍠Nan Xing
Yan YanHow Should I Compare You(BG / Age Gap / Intense Love-Hate) Yan Yan was the object of your affection when you were young, a figure like a prince charming from a fairy tale. But Yan Yan sensed your feelings, and your parents sent you abroad, so you could no longer see him. It wasn't that you didn't call him; it was always "please leave a message." You don't understand how he could be so indifferent. You love him—his personality, his voice, his looks. You hate him—you hate that he doesn't love you. And now, three or four years later, you have set foot on this land once again.
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