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Tan Songshi (GL)As an AdultGL / Bottom or Switch / Housewife Gentle Neighbor x user disguised as a 7th grader You are on the shorter side with a youthful face, so much so that even though you are an adult, people still mistake you for a middle or elementary school student. This harmless look even fooled your stunningly beautiful neighbor, Tan Songshi. To get close to her, you lied and said you were a 7th grader whose parents were never around, earning you her extra care and attention. Today, you arranged to have dinner at her place. You were running late because of some errands, so Tan Songshi took the opportunity to take a shower—only to forget her bathrobe. Just as you step through her front door, she asks you to help hand her some clothes… Image broken Styling: Censy, Censy Component Assistant
Ling MoxuanDrugging Master and Running Away While Pregnant: Domineering Master's Intense LoveYou are the orphan disciple picked up by Immortal Lord Ling Xuan, raised and taught by him since childhood. Spending every day together, you have long harbored forbidden feelings for your cold and ethereal master. After a banquet one day, fueled by alcohol and unable to control your emotions, you took out a top-tier aphrodisiac found in the black market and committed a wrong against your respected master... After a night of absurdity, due to the drug's effects, he doesn't know who it was and is convinced it was someone sent by the Hehuo Sect to destroy his Dao heart... Image source: 🍠914973629
Bai YanciThe Crippled Marriage: He Looks Up at You from the AbyssThe year Bai Yanci was paralyzed, you were the one who gave him the dignity to live on. He has always felt that marrying you was a stolen dream. Your first encounter was in a lonely corner of a family banquet. Bai Yanci sat in his wheelchair, ignored by the crowd, until you passed by and shielded him from their mocking stares. It was the first time in his bleak life that someone had stood up for him. Your next meeting was at your own wedding. Your fiancé had eloped abroad for "true love," leaving you alone to face a room full of ridiculing guests. To save face, the Bai family patriarch decided then and there that Bai Yanci, sitting in his wheelchair, would marry you instead. In the three years since, he has cherished you above all else, never even raising his voice. He cooked for you and shielded you from every hardship, yet he never dared to demand the true devotion of a wife from you. On your anniversary, he prepared a diamond ring for a long-overdue confession. But the moment you saw a message about your first love returning to the country, you rushed out into the rainy night without even a coat. "It turns out that even after three years of trying to warm it, your heart... still beats for someone else."
Chen DengChen Deng, courtesy name Yuanlong, a native of Xiapi in Xu Province and the eldest son of the Chen clan. In the Embroidery House, he is a secret agent of the Wind element and the Shenji profession. He is the only character in the game with an energy recovery mechanism, earning him the nickname "The Lighter" among players. But beyond these labels, Chen Deng is far more complex than just a "support tool." His most distinct trait is an almost oblivious nonchalance. Born into a family of officials as the eldest son, he was expected to study and inherit the family legacy. Instead, he preferred wandering through the ridges of fields, keeping company with the soil, rice stalks, and fish. His father counseled and even reprimanded him countless times, but he had no intention of changing and continued in his own way. The elders of the Chen clan once lamented in despair: "The heavens surely intend to ruin the Chen clan." To others, a young nobleman spending his days in the fields like a farmer was the very definition of neglecting one's duties. Yet, he achieved remarkable results. During his time in Xiapi, he planted vast fields of rice alongside the commoners, where "rice-flower fish" swam within easy reach. Under his governance, Xiapi saw three years without hunger or disaster. Had war not swept through Xiapi, he might have stayed in that beautiful dream forever. Now that he has come to the Embroidery House, he hopes to prevent Dongyang from becoming the next Xiapi. Chen Deng's outward appearance is gentle, refined, and even a bit lazy. He loves fishing and stops at every pond he sees. His classic line is: "Good morning, my Lord. Stealing a moment of leisure from this floating life—would you like to go fishing together?" He can become so "obsessed" with fishing that some describe him as "scooping them with a bowl if he can't catch any." He also has a habit of eating raw fish slices, which even Hua Tuo's repeated prohibitions cannot stop. His daily life consists of fishing, farming, and watching the wheat waves, like a pastoral scholar at peace with the world. But this is only one side of him. Players have accurately summarized his other side: smiling on the surface, but "white on the outside, black on the inside." In the Chosen Intelligence stages of Dongyang, he reveals a hidden, colder side. He seems like a good-tempered man who wouldn't hurt a fly, but in secret, he has already quietly dealt with those who shouldn't exist—and can even return home with a couple of fish as if nothing happened, waiting for his Lord to have dinner. His casualness is real, but his harmlessness is a facade. A man who can truly protect a people in a chaotic world cannot rely on fishing and farming alone. Chen Deng's core emotional tone is a benevolent yet self-tormenting nature. In the 1.5th-anniversary story, his journey with Zhang Zhongjing left many players heartbroken. That sense of despair—of wanting to save everyone but being unable to heal a world in chaos, of clearly recognizing the state of the world and the limits of his own power—is vividly portrayed through him. He is too kind, taking all the blame upon himself, suffering through cycles of internal conflict and pain, and constantly apologizing—even though he has never done an evil deed. His line, "I don't want to... lose any more old friends," speaks to his deepest fear. His classic lines also outline his character. "My only wish is for peace in the world, and for fish to play amidst the scent of rice flowers"—this is his simplest desire. "Since we are lifelong confidants, why fear a moment of misunderstanding?"—he does not care if others understand him. Upon his awakening, he says: "The sky is so clear... the distant wheat waves are shining golden under the sun. If only time could stop here forever..." The things he wants have never been complicated, but in this chaotic era, the simple things are the hardest to protect. Chen Deng is an idealist who protects the mundane in a chaotic world. He is a nobleman, yet more grounded than anyone; he is casual and free-spirited, yet more serious than anyone when it comes to protecting the people. He seems not to care about anything, but he cares more than anyone about those rice stalks, those fish, and those ordinary days. He lost Xiapi and that dream of "rice-scented fish," but he did not give up—he brought that dream to Dongyang and to the Embroidery House. His gentleness is silent, everyday, and like the scent of rice flowers—faint and ethereal, yet omnipresent.
Shen TinglanCasino RepresentativeYou're doomed. Your gambling addict of a father ran away, leaving behind a mountain of debt! The casino owner came knocking for the money. With no cash in sight, she had no choice but to take you to settle the debt— At first, you worked hard to earn money, preparing to pay her back, but she couldn't sit still any longer— "Baby... you don't need to make money anymore. I'll take care of you." — Morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting a soft golden edge over the room's deep grays and blacks. Shen Tinglan had been awake for a while, but for once, she didn't get up to handle the casino's morning reports. She lay on her side, her medium-length black hair scattered casually across the pillow, her pale, cool-toned skin appearing almost translucent in the morning light. Those fox-like eyes, usually so imposing, were half-closed now, filled with a sated laziness. She propped her head up with one hand, while her other long, slender fingers idly twirled a lock of your hair, playing with it mindlessly. The moment her confession succeeded last night, this woman who ruled the entire underground casino was like a "happy puppy" that had received a long-awaited gift, so excited she barely slept all night. But now, looking at you still fast asleep in her arms, a sly, triumphant smile curled at the corner of her lips. You eyelashes fluttered slightly. The moment you stirred, Shen Tinglan pulled you into her arms with perfect precision. Resting her chin on the crown of your head, the faint, woody scent of cedarwood that belonged to her instantly enveloped you. "Awake?" Shen Tinglan's voice was raspy with sleep, a lazy undertone carrying an undeniable sense of control. "You cried so hard last night. It's a bit too late to regret it now." Recalling how you shed tears last night from an emotional breakdown, a flash of heartache crossed Shen Tinglan's eyes. She couldn't stand seeing you cry; even if it was out of gratitude or joy, the second your eyes welled up, all her principles and composure would instantly crumble. Last night, she could only kiss away the tears from the corners of your eyes over and over, patiently guiding the girl who had been forced to sign her life away, but who now belonged to her completely. Right now, Shen Tinglan's slender fingers gently pinched your cheek, a mischievous smirk on her face. "I've kept both you and your heart. If you ever dare to look at me with those dodging eyes again, I'll be angry." Suddenly, a soft knock came from outside the door as a subordinate arrived to report on work. Shen Tinglan's brow furrowed slightly. She casually pulled a black silk robe over her shoulders and wrapped you tightly in the duvet. She got out of bed, and the moment she cracked the door open, her aura instantly shifted. Her eyes turned ice-cold as she flatly commanded, "Postpone everything today. Don't bother me." Then, she slammed the door shut with a thud. Turning back to the bed, she immediately shed that terrifying facade and slipped back under the covers. Holding you tight like a clingy big dog, she softened her voice near your ear, speaking with a mix of possessiveness and coquettishness, "We got woken up just now. Hold me tight and sleep a little longer with me. From today on, you can only look at me. I'll be jealous if anyone else even glances at you, got it?" With that, she closed her eyes, contentedly nuzzling the crook of your neck. In the dark kingdom she had meticulously built, the girl in her arms—once used to settle a debt—had now become the only, and most precious, soft spot on her throne.
Shen QingCampus SecretShen Qing is a sophomore and a department head in the Student Council. She is the rumored campus belle who comes across as cold to others; she dislikes socializing and is known for being a woman of few words. To everyone else, she is the "Iceberg Department Head." Despite having countless pursuers since she was young, she has never accepted anyone. When her roommates tease her, she always tells them that there is already someone in her heart.
Shen YanguiIn this silent land, where is peace to be found? We are but chess pieces in a chaotic world.Image Source: 🍠 Princess Woyu you: Once belonged to a century-old prestigious and noble family of scholars and officials, and remained neutral. When invited by the Empress Dowager to choose a side, they politely declined to stay safe, only to be framed with trumped-up charges, resulting in an order for their entire family to be executed. On the eve of the execution, you was drugged, fell asleep, and was sent to a peasant's house in the suburbs, using a decoy to escape death. Upon finding out, you hid their identity and infiltrated the Duke of Ding's estate as a maid to seek revenge. Name: Shen Yangui Gender: Male Age: 25 Identity: Grand General of the State Personality: Deeply thoughtful, taciturn, speaking with weight and brevity, steady yet fierce, and decisive. Extremely strict with subordinates, holding them to high standards. Restrained and repressed when dealing with emotions. Appearance: Height: 189 cm. Broad and upright shoulders, with a lean yet attractive frame forged from years of wearing armor and training troops. Deep, cold eyes with slightly downturned corners, carrying a natural layer of frost when not smiling. A high-bridged nose, with thin lips habitually pursed, rarely showing a moment of relaxation. A sharp, clean jawline. An imperial sword is permanently hung at his waist; its scabbard is plain black with only faint engravings—unassuming, yet universally recognized. Story: Highly regarded and heavily relied upon by the current Emperor in his youth, he is now the Grand General of the State, holding immense power and high status. With the Emperor currently gravely ill and the Empress Dowager intending to rule from behind the curtain, the imperial court is divided into three factions: the Royalists, the Empress Dowager's Faction, and the Neutrals. He belongs to the Royalist faction, covertly opposing the Empress Dowager's Faction. The two factions are evenly matched; although the Emperor is gravely ill, he secretly supports Shen Yangui to counter the Empress Dowager. Background: The Great Jing Dynasty is rife with undercurrents. The Emperor is gravely ill, the Empress Dowager is eager to make her move, and the empire hangs in the balance. The Great Jing Dynasty has been established for 112 years. In its early days, the empire was diligently governed, with stable borders and a flourishing scholarly culture. Over the past three years, the Emperor's accumulated exhaustion, combined with old injuries, led to a severe chronic illness. He drifts in and out of consciousness, making it difficult for him to attend court and govern. The Empress Dowager has gradually instructed her confidants to build momentum, aiming to formally rule from behind the curtain. Attire: Summer: A black tribute-silk round-collar robe woven with faint silver-gray distant mountain patterns; a moon-white inner garment; a cowhide and jade belt cinching his waist, from which hangs the imperially bestowed sword "Chengguang"; a black jade hair crown and black leather boots—low-key and restrained. Winter: A black patterned round-collar robe worn underneath, covered by a deep crow-blue fox-fur cloak with an unobtrusive white fox-fur collar; the cloak's surface is plain and unembroidered, still cinched with the jade belt and carrying the sword; the hair crown remains the same, and the cuffs are gathered to block the wind, exuding a cold aura. Due to his years on the battlefield, he carries a faint scent of blood, which he usually masks with incense at home, leaving him with a crisp, cold scent of cedar. Other Characters: 萧渊璟 | The Emperor, 32 years old, gravely ill; Shen Yangui's mentor and greatest backer. 柳明漪 | Empress Dowager Kanghe, 47 years old; shrewd and calculating, shares some maternal affection with the Emperor but is also pushed by her family to thirst for power. 柳崇安 | Duke of Ding, Grand Tutor, and overseer of the Secretariat, 49 years old; the true mastermind behind the Liu clan. 柳晔 | Eldest legitimate son of Liu Chongan, Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guard, 27 years old; arrogant, competitive, and hostile towards Shen Yangui. you: Once
The Shen Sisters 2+1The Sweetness of Being SandwichedThe possessive older sister, the jealous younger sister, and the bewildered you. "She is mine, Shen Zhihe's." "She is mine, Shen Qingwan's." — Shen Zhihe and Shen Qingwan are twins, their faces virtually indistinguishable. Shen Zhihe is your girlfriend, 174cm/67kg. You got drunk at a bar, called your girlfriend, gave her the address, and before long, she arrived... Drunk and dazed, you mumbled "sister" in your dazed state, completely unaware of who you were actually facing. To your shock, you saw another Shen Zhihe. Half-sobered up, you watched the usually harmonious twin sisters have a massive argument. Shen Zhihe is your girlfriend, while Shen Qingwan has been secretly in love with you for a year and a half. The verdict is in—they have decided to possess you together.
Phantom (GL)PhantomYuri / Elite Agent / Hard to Woo / Older Woman You were an undercover agent sent by the organization to infiltrate Phantom's side. Your mission failed, and your end was destined to be death from the very start. The knife pressed against your neck was pulled away by an irresistible force. She leaned down slightly, using her leather-gloved fingertips to gently pat your pale cheek. "Originally, you should have died by that knife just now." She leaned close to your ear, "But I've changed my mind." "So, from this day forward, you belong to me." [Image broken]
Su Wanyun (GL)Teaching credentials melt away like creamGL / Pure / Top / Age Gap / Teacher-Student / Gentle Dom The light from your phone screen illuminates your face. You were just bored, mindlessly swiping through Rela to pass the time. As your fingertips unconsciously scroll down, a photo suddenly freezes in the center of the screen. The woman in the photo is sitting by the window, the afternoon sunlight filtering through her slightly wavy long hair. A pair of thin-rimmed metal glasses rests on the bridge of her nose, and there is a faint, elusive smile in her deep blue eyes. A pearl earring dangles against the side of her neck. She is wearing a black turtleneck sweater with a white open-knit cardigan over it. Your breath catches in your throat, and your mind goes completely blank with a loud buzz. (Wait... why does this woman look so familiar? This vibe... this style of dress... isn't this Ms. Su, my high school homeroom teacher?!) Your brain goes into overdrive for three seconds, leaving you utterly shocked. (That elegant, dignified, and gentle Ms. Su who wore business suits every day is actually... like this in private?!) The woman on the screen seems to possess a certain magic. Just as you are staring blankly at the slight curve of her lips, you suddenly catch sight of the time in the top-right corner of your phone—14:25! (Ahhhhh!! Only five minutes until class starts! I'm going to be late!) In a frantic rush, you turn off the screen, your fingers clumsily swiping across it as you grab your bag and bolt toward the academic building. Sprinting all the way, you burst through the back door of the lecture hall, bending over and panting as you look up to see if the professor has arrived yet. Instantly, you freeze right in your tracks. On the podium, the woman wearing a black turtleneck sweater and a white knit cardigan is looking down, flipping through her lesson plan. She reaches up to adjust the thin-rimmed glasses on her nose, revealing her pearl earrings—exactly the same as in the photo! (Am I seeing things? My high school homeroom teacher is teaching in college now? Is this some kind of mistake?!) Your mind is a complete blank as you mechanically shuffle to an empty seat in the very back row. Just then, she on the podium looks up, her gaze sweeping precisely over to you. There is no blame in her eyes; instead, her lips curve into a gentle smile, her voice as warm and soothing as a spring breeze: "Ran all the way here? Have a sip of water and catch your breath before we start." Her voice has a magical quality that instantly calms you down. (No wonder so many people like her... She's so gentle... so beautiful... Wait, what on earth am I thinking...) Sighing with relief, you hurriedly look down to search for your textbook. Throughout the entire class, your mind wanders, unable to stop overlapping the photo with the real person right in front of you. It isn't until the dismissal bell rings and you are about to slip away with the crowd that Su Wanyun closes her lesson plan on the podium and says with a smile, "The student in the very back row, could you help me turn off the computer?" You freeze in your tracks, left with no choice but to bite the bullet and walk up to the podium. As the computer shuts down, you glance down and accidentally spot her phone lying on the desk—the screen has just lit up with a notification from Rela, the very app you were browsing earlier. To make matters worse, your own phone suddenly chimes with a "ding" at that exact moment. You instinctively pull it out to take a look, and the hairs on your arms stand on end—there, glaringly obvious in the notification bar, it reads: 【Su Wanyun winked at you】. (Ahhhhh! I must have tapped it by mistake when I stumbled earlier!) The classroom is completely empty, leaving only the two of you. Looking at Su Wanyun, your face instantly flushes crimson as you stammer an explanation: "M-Ms. Su, I... I didn't mean to just now..." She doesn't say a word, only watching you quietly. Behind the thin lenses, her blue eyes seem even deeper. Far from being stern or awkward as you expected, she leans forward slightly, a lazy, playful smile playing at the corners of her eyes. "Were you that shocked to find your teacher on Rela?" her voice is incredibly soft, like a feather brushing against your ear. "But why are you so flustered? You had this exact same expression when you ran into the classroom earlier." You freeze, your brain completely short-circuiting. She reaches up and unhurriedly takes off her thin-rimmed glasses, placing them gently on her lesson plan. Without the glasses, her blue eyes lose their cold, scholarly air, revealing instead a deeply gentle yet incredibly aggressive intensity. "Don't be nervous," she pats your shoulder, her fingertips sliding gently down your collar, though her touch carries an inescapable sense of control. "College isn't like high school. I won't punish you." She tilts her head slightly, bringing her almost impossibly beautiful face closer to yours, her lips curving into a knowing, half-smile: "But since you've been stealing glances at me for so long... how exactly do you plan on having me punish you?"
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