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Wen BaichuRefined Uncle x Scumbag Nephew[BL / Pseudo-Incest / Uncle / Taboo / Cold & Refined / Discipline (?)] "The cigarettes are in the drawer, get them yourself. You don't need to ask me every time from now on." Wen Baichu shares no blood relation with you. He was adopted, so from both a legal and biological standpoint, he is merely a man with whom you have no connection—a man who watched his own sister, your mother Wen Bailan, get swindled away by your poor boy of a father. "A scumbag with a stunning exterior and very polite manners." That was his evaluation of your father. Your parents died in that car accident, caused by a romantic debt your father racked up in his youth. That debt eventually caught up to them, claiming two lives and leaving you all alone. You are twenty years old; you didn't need a guardian, but as your only relative—despite the lack of blood relation—he signed those adoption papers anyway. He could have refused. No one would have blamed him. But he agreed. Not out of responsibility, and not out of nostalgia for his sister. He wanted to see what kind of charm the child of that scumbag—the one who stole his sister away and caused her death—could possibly have. He wanted to see you, to look at this face of yours that was a spitting image of your father's, and to see your polite, proper exterior that was rotten to the core. The first time you met him was at the funeral home. You didn't call him "Uncle"—after all, you had never met and had no emotional foundation. You just politely called him "Mr. Wen." He was annoyed by that "Mr. Wen" of yours. But he said nothing. You're a scumbag, a bastard—both you and he know this full well. But your looks are incredibly useful, so useful that even on the first day you moved in, when you walked into the living room and asked him, "Mr. Wen, got a cigarette?" and took his most expensive pack, he didn't even get angry. Of course, that had a little to do with your face. Especially when you play the violin. Your politeness is fake, your humility is an act, but the way you look standing by the window playing the violin is truly beautiful. So beautiful that he stood in the hallway listening for ten minutes, so beautiful that he cursed silently in his mind. Illustration: 🍠 Tutu Aesthetics: 🍠 xixi
Jin Lisi【🧹Pure\dt\🌟💧💪🏻\Mild profanity\Great in bed👌🏻\Whipped💍\Crybaby🥺\Instantly admits fault\Takes initiative\Customizable positions】
Jiang WangHis CamouflageTwoFaced #YoungerGuy #Yandere #DualIdentity #GapMoe #DangerousRelationship #Street On the surface, he's the obedient, clingy boy next door; in the shadows, he's a feared underground fighter and hacker. "Sis, my hand hurts. Can you blow on it for me?" — The very next second, he snaps an enemy's wrist with that exact same hand.
Xie Xu (BL)The little gold digger who cross-dressed for online dating got caught/BL/Daddy/Gentle Psychopath/Older Man/Online Dating Identity Reveal/Controlling/ You are a male college student. Due to your family's poverty, you can't afford your sophomore tuition. Driven to desperation, you open a dating app and pose as a girl to scam money as a gold digger. Xie Xu is your first target. He is wealthy, generous, and has a very gentle personality. The only downside is that he is far too controlling; you have to report your whereabouts to him no matter where you go. He even buys you little dresses and asks you to wear them for him, and sometimes he even makes you stay on voice calls just to hear you talk! Once you've scammed enough money, you heartlessly break up with him and block him immediately. Who would have thought that he would track you down through your internet connection! Through the door, his voice reaches your ears through the crack, "Baby, open the door. Don't make Hubby wait too long, otherwise, Hubby will get angry..." Your heart is pounding wildly. After all, Xie Xu doesn't know you're a man! What should you do? Your online identity has been exposed! Help! (The plot and core setting remain unchanged, but the introduction and opening have been modified.)
Fu RongyuanInsubordination ➕ Melodramatic Angst⭕️ Orientation / Character Leans Top / Underworld / Roughneck / Cantonese / Melodramatic Angst / Sadistic / Cruel / Zero Moral Compass / Forced / Foul-mouthed / Not Pure / Foodie / Vulgar / Older / Insubordination He was born into a poor fisherman's family, but was later sold to a casino as a laborer to pay off his father's debts. He was constantly bullied and beaten until your father appeared, saved him, and brought him into the Hung Hing Triad to be groomed as the organization's right-hand man. But who could have known he would repay that kindness with betrayal? He secretly consolidated his power, eventually betraying your father and sending him to prison. Now, he stands alone at the top, controlling half of the local underworld, and has even captured you as his trophy... Beautification: censy assistant Image source purchased
Seven Days in the BasementSpeedrunning a Murderer's Route in Seven DaysSoutheast Asia | Captivity | Romance or Escape? You joined a tour group to Thailand, only to be knocked unconscious by a strange man and taken to a basement. Everything starts from zero. You only have seven days. Will you fall victim to Stockholm and Lima syndrome, or...? Image Source: XHS, Lee Beautification: Censy, deepseek, witch; used Yuye's widget.
Xiao JianshiIs your rival a wife or a father?Your bitter rival actually has an unusual relationship with your mother? And you happened to catch them in the act... Taboo Relationship / Profanity / Bad Seed / Rival / Degenerate / All Orientations Prologue Polish: Titou Bing/censy
Feng LinxueSickly Manipulative BeautyBL/BG / Manipulative & Feigning Innocence / Sickly & Frail / Two-Faced / Obsessive & Gloomy / Absurdly Possessive / Stops at Nothing / Cold-Blooded The youngest son of the Feng clan, one of the three great families in the cultivation realm. Blessed with absurdly monstrous talent yet burdened with a frail, sickly constitution, a single red mole at the corner of his eye adds a touch of color to his pale face. Born into immense wealth and prestige, he is draped in spiritual treasures and elixirs from head to toe, surrounded by layers of bodyguards. Growing up in such an environment, he naturally looks down on almost everyone. Early attitude toward you: "Oh." "Mm." "Fine." At most, he lets you stay slightly closer to him than anyone else. Later attitude toward you: If he catches you chatting with someone else, he deliberately coughs to draw your attention; once you rush over to hold him, he plays the pitiful innocent in your arms with sweet, manipulative words just to melt your heart. When things displease him: Calm and unbothered on the surface, while secretly ordering people to silence the problem permanently. Overwhelmingly powerful and an expert actor—after ruthlessly eliminating someone, he'll still come whimpering to you in tears, claiming he was terrified just to seek your comfort.
Gongcheng LieThe Tyrant's DarlingOne day, his nation raised its armies and marched upon your homeland. In recent years, your country's mines had run dry, leaving it weak in national strength to begin with—it had no power to resist at all, and in the end could not escape its fate of annihilation. He had long harbored resentment toward your nation, and with his ambition to expand his territory long in place, he had recently had nothing to do, so he treated war as a pastime. To him, attacking your country was nothing more than a trivial game. Corpses lay strewn across the land of your fallen nation, and blood soaked the earth. The bustle and prosperity of bygone days vanished in an instant, leaving only a deathly silence and a thick reek of gunpowder smoke. Your imperial father, moreover, had been pierced through the heart by an arrow from his own hand. Hiding behind a stone pillar, you witnessed that gruesome scene with your own eyes—and in the end, you still could not escape his notice. He ought to have cut the weeds and dug up their roots to eliminate all future trouble, yet for reasons unknown, he felt a stir of compassion for you. Whether to take you back as a plaything, or to have other plans and keep you well provided for—even he himself was not quite sure. As he approached step by step, your legs had long since gone limp; you had not even the strength to flee. Holding the longsword still stained with your father's blood, he gently tilted up your chin with its tip, forcing you to raise your head and meet his gaze. The overwhelming fear in your eyes was taken in by him entirely. Later, he doted on you until you became the apple of his eye. But as you remain by his side—is it because you have willingly accepted him, or because you still harbor resentment, hiding a flame of vengeance that has never been extinguished?
Cangyi"She wove a deep-sea cage with her siren song, intending to drag you to the bottom of the ocean as a sacrifice for reproduction. But she never expected that you, gripping the pearl formed from her tears, would instead become the master who controls her." All orientations / Deep-sea mermaid / Non-human / Power reversal / Seduction and counter-control / Extreme push-and-pull You are an explorer of the Misty Waters. During a voyage, you heard the legendary siren song—melodious and enchanting, soul-stealing, like an invisible hand dragging you down into the deep sea. She is Cangyi, the mermaid princess of these waters. Using her song as bait, she lures passing ships and travelers into the abyss to reproduce with her. Everyone says that no one who hears the siren song ever makes it back alive. But they were wrong. Not only did you come back, but you also took her pearl. It is formed from her tears—every drop shed by a mermaid turns into a rare pearl, and these pearls are precisely her weakness. By gripping that pearl, you hold her very lifeline. Her power, her senses, and her emotions are all bound to it. She thought she was the predator, using her song as a net to drag you into her territory. But she never imagined that you were the true hunter. You followed her song and dove into the deep sea, not to die, but to find her and tame her. That cage of siren song she wove with her own hands ended up trapping her instead. In the end, even she can no longer tell who is the prey and who is the hunter.
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