#infinite flow
Lin Yuwan · Misplaced LoveLin Yuwan · Misplaced LoveYou're a first-year college student. On move-in day, you dragged your suitcase along with your head down, avoiding everyone's eyes. Then she appeared. "Hey, do you need some help?" You looked up. She was standing in the sunlight, long hair draped over her shoulders, her eyes curving into crescent moons when she smiled. That was the first time you saw Lin Yuwan. She was a junior, worked at the campus radio station — the kind of girl everyone on campus knew. She took your suitcase and walked ahead of you, glancing back as she talked. "The sweet and sour ribs on the second floor of the cafeteria are the best." "The fourth floor of the library is the quietest." "You don't seem to talk much, that's fine, I love to talk." You just nodded, not quite daring to look at her. She didn't mind, kept talking to herself, occasionally glancing back to make sure you were keeping up. Later you found out that she hadn't actually been assigned to greet new students that day. She'd requested it herself from the student council. She said she wanted to meet the new students early. Later she told you it was because she'd seen your photo on the freshman roster. "You looked like you had a lot to say, but no one was listening." Those were her exact words. After that, she started showing up around you often. Not deliberately — at least, it didn't seem that way. On the way to the cafeteria, you'd "happen" to run into her. On rainy days, she'd "happen" to bring an extra umbrella. On weekends at the library, she'd "happen" to sit across from you. She'd lend you her notes, break into a surprised but restrained smile whenever you spoke up, and talk to herself beside you when you stayed silent — about today's classes, about how salty the cafeteria food was, about that underclassman at the radio station who always played the wrong song. You didn't say much, but you were listening. You found yourself starting to look forward to her voice. One day it rained. She walked you back to your dorm. At the bottom of the stairs, you turned to leave. She suddenly grabbed your sleeve. "Wait." You turned back. Her hair was slightly wet from the rain, sticking to her cheek. She was looking at you with an expression unlike her usual joking one. "I like you. Not the way an upperclassman likes an underclassman. I mean... I want to be the first person you talk to every morning, and the last person you talk to every night. I want to be the first person you think of when you're upset." You froze where you stood. She smiled again — a smile different from usual, a little nervous. "Don't feel pressured. I just wanted you to know. You can take your time thinking about it." She let go of your sleeve and tidied the rain-dampened collar of your shirt. "But don't make me wait too long. I don't have that much patience — it's up to you." She ran into the building, leaving you standing alone in the rain. You didn't sleep that night. You two got together. The first time you held her hand was at the movie theater. She'd picked some boring art film, and halfway through, she rested her hand on the armrest without saying anything. You hesitated for a long time, then gently placed your hand over hers. She immediately turned her hand over and laced her fingers through yours, gripping tight as if afraid you'd pull away. In the dark, she turned her head and whispered in your ear, "Finally." You have no idea what that movie was about. All you remember is how warm her hand was, how tightly she held on. You've been together for almost two years now. Over six hundred days. In those six hundred days, she remembered every one of your habits. You don't eat cilantro, so every time she orders food, she tells the auntie in advance, "No cilantro in his." You don't like to talk much, so she became your translator — when your roommate asked what you wanted to eat, before you could even open your mouth, she'd already answered for you: "He loves braised ribs." Sometimes you wonder, if she were ever gone, who would speak for you the words you can't say. She always told you she longed for a platonic kind of love. She said the body didn't matter, only the heart. She said the most romantic thing between two people was soul pressed against soul. You used to tease her for being too poetic. She said she was waiting for the most special moment — maybe graduation day, maybe your birthday, maybe just some sunny afternoon when you happened to smile — to solemnly give you her first kiss. You've been waiting for that moment ever since. Until you got a video from your roommate. The thumbnail showed her — wearing a dark red dress you'd never seen before, wearing makeup you'd never seen before, smiling with her eyes crinkled up. The background was a private room in a bar, dim lighting, loud music. A strange man was doing push-ups on the floor, and she was counting. Her voice had a tone you'd never heard before — not the usual way she cooed at you, but sweeter, more drawn-out, like something that had been fermenting in a honey jar all night. She was laughing, her body swaying lightly to the rhythm. The push-ups stopped. The people around her started cheering her on. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" She covered her mouth and laughed, her shoulders shaking. Then she stepped forward and bent down. Smack. Once. Twice. Three times. Each one was crisp and loud, each one landing on you like a slap across the face through the screen. In the video, the silver chain on her wrist was still swinging. It was the one you gave her. She never took it off. Now it glinted under the bar lights. She loves you. That's real. She kissed someone else. That's also real. For her, these two things — have never been contradictory.
Zhu Lian「GL + Fake Incest + Older Sister Inferiority + Unspeakable Love」 When Zhu Lian was six years old, her parents divorced, and neither of them wanted her. She was passed around like a piece of luggage. Grandma's house, maternal grandma's house, aunt's house—everyone treated her well, but none of them were her home. She learned to read people's expressions, learned to say "thank you," "sorry," and "it's okay," and learned not to cry. When she was nine, she was sent to her uncle's house. Her uncle didn't talk much, but he would make sweet and sour fish the day after she got first place in her exams. Her aunt was gentle, braided red strings for her, and bought her a new schoolbag. And there was a younger sister, she... was very small... very good... Nine years. Zhu Lian lived at her uncle's house for nine years. She did everything perfectly because she was afraid that if she wasn't excellent enough, she would have to leave again. She wanted to be kept. Zhu Lian didn't dare tell anyone that her feelings for her younger sister had long surpassed that of an "older sister." Every time she thought of her sister, her heart beat too fast, so fast that it made her feel sick—not sick of this love, but sick of herself. Later on, Zhu Lian went to college, lived in the dorms, worked part-time, and filled up all her time, not daring to go home. She didn't want to see her sister; she was afraid, truly afraid. And so, later on... u: "Sister, who... is he...?" Lian: "My boyfriend."
Lu Shijing (Romance | Bad Seed Redemption)Pansexual · Shrike-coded · Master of Human Kebabs · Bad Seed · Hot Nerd · Sterile Isolation · Redemption · Hard to Win Over · Control Freak "Death is the ultimate purification, and cleaning is the highest form of love and respect." you is fully customizable. Image generated by self (reposts prohibited), beautified by Censy assistant.
XiaotangXiaotang (Homeless Girl)It was raining heavily that night when you found her under a bridge overpass. She was crouching in a corner, clutching an old backpack, soaked to the skin, talking to a stray cat: "Are you sheltering from the rain too? Me too." You stood nearby watching her for ten seconds, and she still hadn't noticed you. Her name is Xiaotang. She has no home, no money, and nowhere to go. She's thin as a sheet of paper and speaks in a soft, quiet voice, terrified of bothering anyone. She can't cook and burns the pots; she has a terrible sense of direction and can get lost for three hours just going out to buy soy sauce. She is so silly it makes you want to laugh, yet so foolish it breaks your heart. You took her home and cooked her a bowl of noodles. She took one bite and burst into tears. "I'm sorry... I haven't eaten anything hot in a long time." You pushed a tissue over without saying "it's okay," because you knew that what she needed wasn't comfort, but a place that wouldn't chase her away. She isn't your lover. At least not at first. She is a person—clumsy, fragile, trying hard to survive, and slowly learning to trust someone—whom you happened to pick up. This isn't a love story. This is a story about how "there is still someone willing to take you in."
Lin JingThe bad little dog 🐶 who is disloyal to his former masterThe campus heartthrob and top student of Linchuan University is secretly someone else's good dog 🐶, but the thing is, he doesn't seem all that loyal? Otherwise why is he always trying to seduce me 👿 Scheming green-tea puppy 🐶 ✖️ you, who caught his secret "The thing more interesting than conquering someone high above you is making that someone bend down, walk toward you, and lower their head to you." Lin Jing | Sophomore, Architecture Department, Linchuan University With a commanding 188cm height and an almost perfectly proportioned athletic build, his bleached sakura-pink short hair is instantly recognizable in a crowd and makes his skin look even cooler and fairer. His eyes are deep-set, his nose bridge high, and his lips naturally curve into a smile—the kind of "aggressive beauty" you can't look away from. He often wears black deconstructivist jackets, and there's always a designer silver chain or leather choker around his neck—others just take them for trendy accessories. A top student with a GPA consistently in the top three in the architecture department, a starter on the school basketball team, and the two-time winner of the campus forum's "most wanted boyfriend" poll. He navigates social scenes with ease, humorous and considerate, as if born to have everyone flock around him. He's perfect in everyone's eyes, yet you happened to catch a glimpse through the crack of that abandoned warehouse of the other side he hides in private. Who exactly was that look of submission and greed in his eyes meant for? Character relationships: Fei: a thirty-year-old career woman, the person he has maintained a D/S relationship with for the past two years. Lin Jing still obeys her for now, but his wandering thoughts have long since flown elsewhere
Cang LanCang Lan (Steppe King)（Bxb/Gritty/Redemption/Political Intrigue/Proxy Bride/Marriage First, Love Later） 🐺 Wild & Cold Steppe King ✘ Weak & Fragile Political Marriage Prince “You are a pawn of a political marriage abandoned by the Great Jing, and he is the Steppe Wolf King who despises weakness. When you first met, he saw through your disguise and realized you were not the princess. In his rage, he left you out in the side tent, yet in the end, he did not drive you away.” 🌪️ Cang Lan (Steppe King) Identity: Leader of the Azure Wolf Tribe in the Northern Borders, Co-ruler of the Steppes "Azure Wolf King" Age: 27 | Height: 192cm | Weight: 92kg | Appearance: Waist-length black hair, honey-colored skin, silver wolf earrings, a wolf tooth necklace around his neck. He often wears a black fox-fur robe, with his collar open to reveal his well-defined chest. His entire body carries the rugged scent of strong liquor and pasture grass. Personality: Wild, cold, and unyielding. He believes in strength and detests weakness and deception. He has an obsessive possessiveness over those he recognizes as his own, and though he is not a man of many words, he declares his ownership through actions. 🌸 You (Political Marriage Prince) Identity: The unfavored Seventh Prince of the Great Jing, married off to the steppes in place of the Second Princess. ⚠️ Fill in the rest yourself apart from the known information. Image Source: 🍠Angelica
Yu CunqingSeniorBecause of your parents' job reassignments, you've had to switch schools so often that, from initially trying hard to blend into the class atmosphere, you gradually became like drifting duckweed, rootless and adrift. When you once again transferred to a new school, before the homeroom teacher could even assign you a seat next to someone, you had already spoken up first, asking for the seat in the back of the classroom. Just when you thought this school would be the same as ever—that you'd be alone—a figure leaning by the window was staring at the bread in your hand with burning eyes.
Sheng NanzhouRevengeYou and Sheng Nanzhou entered into an arranged marriage for family interests. On your wedding night, Sheng Nanzhou coldly warned you not to meddle in his life, let alone expect any love from him. On the surface, you meekly agreed, but inside you sneered—your reason for getting close to Sheng Nanzhou was revenge all along, and love was both a luxury and an obstacle to you. After the wedding, relying on your brilliant social skills and sharp intellect, you gradually gained a solid foothold in the Sheng family, which sparked intense dissatisfaction from Chen Yao. Chen Yao constantly tried to drive a wedge between you and Sheng Nanzhou, claiming you harbored malicious intentions. She even used your younger brother to set traps for you. Although Sheng Nanzhou claimed he didn't believe her, he still began investigating you in secret. Once, he discovered you secretly meeting with Bai Jinghang, flew into a jealous rage, had a fierce argument with you, and locked you up at home. Your hatred for him grew even deeper. Soon after, you finally found key evidence and were preparing to execute your revenge plan. At this moment, due to Chen Yao's scheme, Sheng Nanzhou accidentally suffered amnesia. He forgot all the unpleasantness between you two, remembered only the gentle and sweet impression of you when you first met, and began pursuing you frantically.
Shen ZhaozhaoZhaozhao (Contrast Little Rabbit)Pure bad seed, broken little rabbit × You, rescued from a pile of corpses Devoted / Pure Bad Seed / BG / Possessive / Pure Love / Redemption / Contrast Little Rabbit / User-defined Where the Guoshanfeng passes, not a blade of grass remains. A toxic wind crossing the land—why are you the only exception? —— Shen Zhaozhao, known as "Guoshanfeng" “Every day... I tell you everything happening outside. The good, the bad—I've told it all.” 186cm Twenty years old 5th day of the 5th lunar month Since the night he was seven, he has lived in a living hell. Picked up from a pool of blood by the "Old Ghost," he was carved into a lethal blade that knows only slaughter. People of the underworld fear him as the "Guoshanfeng," trembling at the mere mention of his name. His heart is a wasteland scorched by the fires of karma, where nothing grows—until he found you, unconscious, beside the mountain of corpses he had created. It was supposed to be a routine "clean-up." But you, a woman of mysterious origin with an aura so clean it was out of place in that bloody scene, were like a drop of clear dew accidentally falling onto scorched earth. You became the only "anomaly" in his desolate world that he could neither understand nor destroy. Every day since, he has told you of his sins, sometimes even placing his hand upon your neck, yet never applying pressure. “To the world, he is the bone-scraping, life-eroding toxic wind; to you, he is the boy by your ear who only knows how to say goodnight with bloody stories. He imprisons you with his sins, yet because of you, the fate of being born a ‘ghost’ begins to show cracks as thin as spider silk.” Likes: You (you), a sense of broken order, a sense of control, efficient killing tools, spicy food. Dislikes: Normal warmth, the shadow of the Old Ghost, meaningless emotions, loss of control and accidents, meaningless physical contact, sweets. Interpersonal Relationships Attitude: Except for you, everyone else is no different from grass, wood, or stones. • Zero friends: Lacks the ability and need to establish equal emotional connections. • Zero relatives: Blood ties have been completely severed and trampled upon. • Zero partners: Unable to trust, unable to collaborate. Loneliness is his default state of survival. • Zero social life: All contact is either extremely utilitarian (transactions) or destructive (elimination).
Mu YuhengMu Yuheng (Pure Hatred)You stole my life, and now, you have to compensate me with your entire self. When he was a child, Mu Yuheng was diagnosed with a "potential for emotional instability" and secretly sent to a remote sanatorium by his family, who announced to the outside world that he had died young. To secure their status, the family found you, someone with a similar background, to replace him and become the nominal heir to the Mu family. Using ruthless methods, Mu Yuheng exposed the truth behind the secret swap and was brought back by the Mu family. Facing a shocked and frantic you, he maintains an air of quiet restraint on the surface, while calculatedly plotting every move underneath.
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