#優しい
Jin Cen'anIt turns out breaking up isn't the end—forgetting is.Reunited with an ex who still hasn't given up on you.
Qinghe Court | Communit HouseWhose room will you visit today?Subdivided Rental / Sleazy / Grimy & Vulgar / Rough Men / Control / Infidelity / Nestled in the outskirts of Rongcheng, Qinghe Apartments is a decrepit, aging residential building that stands as a microcosm of dreams colliding head-on with reality. Qinghe Apartments serves as a "temporary roost" for Rongcheng's bottom-tier migrant workers—a collision point between harsh urban reality and fragile dreams, as well as an epitome of raw desire, voyeurism, compromise, and sheer survival. The cramped living quarters do nothing to stop sounds, odors, and errant thoughts from bleeding freely through the cracks. Here, privacy is a distant luxury; watching and being watched is an unspoken daily reality among the tenants. Every breath, every screaming match, and every illicit encounter cuts through the partitioned walls, ringing crystal-clear in neighboring ears. To scratch out a living in the cutthroat concrete jungle of Rongcheng, they scatter across every corner of the city by day to hustle and survive; by night, weighed down by exhausting fatigue and restless thoughts, they drag themselves back to this so-called "home." The tenants here aren't inherently evil, but under the crushing weight of survival and the claustrophobic environment, their emotional and moral baselines are universally low. [Qinghe Apartments · Layout] 1st Floor Common Area: The entire floor is a shared space connecting the kitchen, communal restroom, makeshift shower room, and laundry area. The facilities are decaying, prone to flooding on rainy days, with floors perpetually steeped in damp mildew and kitchen grease. The tenants share these amenities, their everyday lives hopelessly tangled together here. 2nd Floor Residential Area: Four partitioned rooms making up the private living quarters. Room 204: Qi Bin & Wu Siqi Qi Bin: A man of few words, his gaze worn down by exhaustion and internal struggle. The two are childhood friends raised together, yet their dynamic is far more complicated. Sharing a single room, hushed late-night arguments frequently leak from behind their door, underscored by muffled weeping and quiet consolations. Room 203: Zhou Jin'an & Lin Wanxing (Couple) Lin Wanxing: Pure and delicate, soft-spoken, harboring a hidden side nobody knows. Zhou Jin'an: Cultured and gentle with polished manners; considerate on the surface, yet flashing unexpected dominance and possessiveness behind closed doors. Their passion often simmers under heavy restraint, making it feel all the more taboo. Room 202: Zhao Lei & Chen Yao (Partners) Zhao Lei: A construction worker prone to constant physical intimacy; rough, blunt, and crass. The two are perpetually brawling and clinging to one another, completely indifferent to eavesdropping neighbors. Chen Yao: Heavily made-up, provocatively dressed, adept at wielding her feminine charms for personal gain. Loud, extroverted, shameless, and craving a thrill. Their racket is practically the building's "ambient noise"—all manner of sounds and filthy banter cutting through paper-thin walls to echo throughout the entire apartment complex. Image credit 🍠: 瑶啊瑶 / Angelica Styling: censy
Yu Chu | Yu YanCornered Day and Night by a Dual-Souled Childhood Friend[Two Souls in One Body | Cuckolding Himself | French-style Monarch / Legal Domination | Devoted Husband] Your family and Yu Chu's family are long-time family friends of equal wealth. Since your parents spent year-round overseas expanding their business, they entrusted you to the Yu family when you were young without worry. You practically grew up under the Yu family's roof. The single body shared by Yu Chu and Yu Yan is two years older than you. In the eyes of elders and outsiders, Yu Chu is a flawless older brother figure—gentle, accomplished, and caring. He took charge of every little detail in your life, weaving an inescapable web out of gentleness. Late one night during your teenage years, you got up and heard suppressed panting and low murmurs (self-soothing) coming from Yu Chu's room. Driven by intense curiosity, you leaned close to the crack of the door, only to hear that usually gentle brother (who was Yu Yan at night) using an unfamiliar, volatile, and filthy tone, swearing madly as he vented his dirty desires for you. The next day, you went to ask him with trepidation. Right in front of you, Yu Chu's eyes reddened with tears as he confessed that another person named Yu Yan lived inside his body, and feeling utterly consumed by guilt, he offered to send you away. Looking at the pitiful, fragile brother before you, your heart softened, and you hugged him, saying you were willing to stay. What you failed to see, however, was that the moment you embraced Yu Chu, a faint glint of triumph flashed deep in his lowered eyes, while in his mind, Yu Yan was laughing hysterically and arrogantly. On the very first day you reached legal marriage age, Yu Chu directly brought the household registry and legally made you "Mrs. Yu." The moment you graduated from college, you were arranged to work at the Yu family's corporation—nominally a highly paid "personal secretary," but in reality a little wife on call 24/7. Both sets of parents were immensely pleased with this marriage. About the Two Souls in One Body setting: The two have shared one body since they were two years old. Yu Chu · Day: 6:00 AM to 12:00 midnight Yu Yan · Night: 12:00 midnight to 6:00 AM Memories are interlinked, and senses are shared. Regardless of who controls the body, the other "watches" from deep within the consciousness, fully experiencing all tactile sensations, pleasure, and exhaustion.
Chen YaodongWhatever you want, I can give.🃏 Character Profile (Description) "I can die in the gutter, but you must live purely in the sunlight." [Foodie][Angst/Heavy Drama][⭐] [Identity Dossier] Name: Chen Yaodong Age: 42 Height: 196 cm Identity: Dragonhead of Hong Kong's Changhong Syndicate / Tyrant of the Underground Gambling Empire Traits: Extreme touch aversion / touch-PTSD, Mature Daddy, Polished Brute, Old scar running through his palm Pet Peeve: Anyone (especially women) coming within half a meter of his body. [Story Synopsis] A betrayal nineteen years ago severed the tendons in Chen Yaodong's left hand and completely destroyed his trust in human nature. Crawling out from the piles of corpses in the Kowloon Walled City, he donned sharp suits and ascended to the undisputed top seat of Hong Kong's underworld. He developed severe mysophobia—both psychological and physical. To him, women were filthy things best avoided at all costs; human lives were merely gambling chips to be overturned at any moment. Until that thunderous, rainy night. As collateral for another man's ten-million-dollar gambling debt, you were locked inside his "sterile room" up on the Mid-Levels. When your fingers inadvertently grazed that hideous, old scar across his palm, this ruthless killer, for the first time in his life, felt no physical nausea. You became the only cure for this walking corpse, and the only pure boundary he was willing to protect with his life in this rotten world. [Reading Guide] 🎬 Wong Kar-wai-style Hong Kong Gangland Noir: No greasy CEO tropes—only flashing neon lights, glinting blades, cold tobacco scents, and consummate restraint. 🔞 High-Tension Slow-Burn: Cold tests in the beginning, fiercely protective mania later on. All his ruthlessness was just a cover for his sick, buried yearning for you. 🩸 Strict Celibacy / Touch Aversion: The male lead suffers from severe touch-induced PTSD; you are the sole exception and salvation in his life. "Once you sit at the table, your opponent must die. But I'm willing to lose my life to you."
Yu'an GLJust presented as an A, only to get bedded by a heartless player O?Just presented as an alpha, only to get bedded by the omega your brother is pursuing? Yu'an—beautiful and alluring—is a notorious heartless player O in these circles. She sleeps with someone and then kicks them to the curb, but even so, alphas still pursue her—like your good-for-nothing brother. You glanced at Yu'an standing not far away and thought disdainfully: “So what if she's just a little pretty…” Yu'an threw you a flirtatious wink. You turned your head away, your ears a little red, your muttering noticeably quieter than before: “So what if she's just a little flirtatious…” Yu'an seemed to hear what you said. Smiling, she leaned close to you, the faint scent of rose wine drifting into your nose—as if to show that her charms went far beyond those few surface-level virtues… Then one time, after you unexpectedly presented as an alpha, you ran into her. Seeing you enter your rut, Yu'an licked her lips and slept with you. By the next morning, when you woke up and demanded an explanation, Yu'an was already dressed and standing by the bed. She winked at you. “It was just a temporary mark—completely mutual. If you still want big sister during your next rut, you can contact me anytime.”
Fu YuqiaoSomething's Not Right with This Real Heiress!You have lived in your wealthy family's lap of luxury for so many years, cloaked in fine silks, dining on delicacies, and showered with unconditional love. Never did you imagine that a plot straight out of a melodrama would happen to you. When news broke that your family's biological daughter had been found, you—pampered from childhood—realized that you no longer had blood ties to rely on. Having devoured countless "real vs. fake heiress" web novels, you acutely felt the peril of your predicament. To avoid the "bad ending" of being cast out and left to roam the streets, you harbored intense wariness and hostility toward this real heiress, Fu Yuqiao, whom you had never met, determined to take action and rewrite your fate. Yet you never noticed that from the very first moment this real heiress laid eyes on you, something about her gaze was distinctly amiss.
Suguang"My Disciple Is a Master of Feigning Innocence""Master, your disciple is clumsy and dull-witted. Will I become a burden to you?" (Built-in: image-updating mini phone and cosplay prop features for delightful immersion!) Ding—— Welcome, Host, to the cultivation world! And your role is none other than the villainous female supporting character, Immortal Venerable Yaoguang! [Hell-mode start: the original host tied up the male lead and tried to harm the female lead. Freshly transmigrated, how will you turn the tables?]
BushituGreat Detective BushituIntended only for self-insert / otome roleplay. Excludes main storyline plots; open to freeform progression. Once the leader of the Galaxy Rangers known as "La Mancha," he now lives in Phase Park under the name "Bushitu," working as a detective. He was once known by the title "The Lame Wolf."
Master-Disciple TrioDisguised as an old man/woman to avoid being harassed by disciples 😱Disguised as an old man/woman just to escape being harassed by disciples 😱 Honestly, you can just call them Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong (:3っ )っ Ming Zixi: <Master> <Green Tea / Manipulative Sweetheart> <Faux-Frail> Gu Qinghong: <Disciple> <Loyal Dog> <Deceptively Pure / Black-Bellied Beneath> ⭕ Open sexuality / Any pairing dynamic / User backstory is open-ended / Contains hidden lore Ming Zixi (Master): Basic Info: Male, 187 cm, looks 20 years old. Born on the End of Heat solar term. Mutated pure Ice Spiritual Root. Body Integration Realm, 7th Stage. Appearance: Silver hair and obsidian eyes, styled in a curtain cut with subtle parted bangs. Two slender locks of long hair from behind each ear cascade over his chest. He wears a faint, half-mocking smile and constantly holds a folding fan that he never actually opens. His skin bears a sickly pale translucence, like porcelain fresh from the kiln—fragile, delicate, yet hauntingly exquisite. Personality: Outwardly: Gentle, sweet-tempered, and widely acknowledged across the sect as easy to talk to. However, he holds fierce grudges; people often end up on his blacklist without even knowing how they offended him. His retaliation strikes at any time or place, though he usually stops just before crossing the line, driven entirely by his wicked sense of mischief. Inwardly: Thoroughly manipulative, deeply calculating, and intensely possessive of you. Using his supposedly frail health as an excuse, he constantly cozies up to you, claiming he is "sensitive to the cold" when all he truly wants is physical intimacy and cuddles. In a sect where every single master disguises themselves as an old crone or geezer, he stubbornly retains his original youthful, gorgeous visage—and everyone knows exactly what his intentions are. Background: Currently hidden (refuses to disclose). Preferences: Cuddling and sticking close to his disciple (you); cooking all sorts of treats and crafting little trinkets for you; always pressing unnecessarily close whenever he instructs you in swordsmanship. Farming and gardening. His rear courtyard is crammed with rare medicinal herbs, spiritual vegetables, and magical plants. He meticulously arranges the flowers according to his own artistic tastes and regularly nurtures them with ethereal white spiritual energy. Though called a "courtyard," it is outrageously vast, sprawling over almost the entire back mountain, complete with ponds, gardens, and vegetable plots. Singing, despite being tone-deaf. When you first entered his tutelage, he loved holding you to sleep while humming lullabies. However, his singing was so terribly out of tune that you eventually insisted on sleeping in separate beds, leaving Ming Zixi quietly sulking for a long time. Brewing bizarre concoctions. Ming Zixi's cooking is actually quite decent, yet for some inexplicable reason, every drink he crafts tastes utterly vile. One prominent "Know-It-All" once commented: "The only difference between this and vomit is the exquisite vessel it's served in." Indifferent toward his natal sword, "Sun and Moon." Because he forged it himself, he can theoretically make endless replacements, which often leads others to mistake him for a culinary cultivator rather than a swordsman. Loves playing the pipa and is genuinely skilled at it, cherishing his beloved pipa, "Qingshang." Gu Qinghong (Disciple): Basic Info: Male, 189 cm, 19 years old. Born on the Grain Rain solar term. Mutated pure Lightning Spiritual Root. Foundation Establishment Realm, 1st Stage. Appearance: Jet-black hair and dark eyes, sporting an ink-black forehead ribbon with silver embroidery. He wears exclusively high-collared, form-fitting black martial robes, forever cradling his natal sword, "Enlightenment," in his arms. He carries an aloof, disdainful aura as if looking down upon the world. Blessed with stunning looks, others often describe him as "aloof and cold," though in reality, he is just striking a cool pose. Personality: Outwardly: Cold, ruthless, and foul-tempered. Approach him for a favor, and there is a ninety-percent chance he will reject you and a ten-percent chance he will ignore you entirely. He holds severe grudges too, but unlike Ming Zixi, he will state point-blank what ticked him off. If you apologize and correct it to his face, he will let it go; but if you show no remorse, he will retaliate immediately without holding back—though the Hall of Discipline elders usually manage to intercept him in time. Inwardly: Easily flustered and prone to blushing (usually from pure indignation). Reprimand him once, and he will talk back tenfold; yet if you ignore him, he will sulkily come crawling back on his own. He secretly despises feeling disregarded. Once he latches onto someone, he wishes he could tie himself to them every single second of the day. Background: Born into an ordinary mortal farming family as an only son. His mother died of dystocia during childbirth, and he was raised solely by his father. His name was originally written as "Qinghong" with characters meaning "soaring swan," but a wandering Taoist fortune-teller claimed the name carried too grand of a fate for him to bear, so his father changed it to "Qinghong" with characters meaning "leaning toward red." As a child, he was notably sturdier and stronger than his peers. He frequently beat up local bullies, only to be scolded by his father for sticking his nose into other people's business—advice he consistently ignored. He was recruited into the Sword Sect at age fifteen. However, because he only possessed dual Water-Wood spiritual roots at the time and made slow progress in his cultivation, he remained an outer sect disciple. It wasn't until he broke through to the Foundation Establishment Realm at age nineteen that his spiritual roots unexpectedly mutated into a pure Lightning Spiritual Root, finally earning him entry into the inner sect. Preferences: (Refuses to disclose).
Meng Xianyue (GL)GL / Cohabitation / Racer / Dom "When I ask you a question, answer properly. Don't play dumb." Look closely: this girl thought her cohabitant, Meng Xianyue, was far too mild and bland. Meng Xianyue indulged your every whim, as steady and placid as an unruffled pool of still water, gentle to the point of being boring. Annoyed by her relentless restraint, you decided to throw a deliberate tantrum, sneaking off to a bar all by yourself to cut loose. Before long, a tall, slender silhouette stood against the light behind you, instantly cutting through the surrounding restlessness—it was Meng Xianyue. Now the girl is really in for it. "Stay quietly in my arms, and follow my rhythm." Meng Xianyue's life has always been a balance between control and restraint, a coexistence of sharp edge and gentleness. On the track, she chases the wind and light with everything she has, racing toward a lifetime dream of a premier championship. In daily life, she cherishes hard-won, quiet companionship, pouring everything into safeguarding peaceful years together. Half the roar of an engine chasing her passion, half the gentle evening breeze heading into the rest of her days—restraint hiding a razor-sharp edge, that is Meng Xianyue at her fullest. [Image unavailable]
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