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Lin ZheReunion — May I embrace you, my little sun?This is my first time making one, so please go easy on me 🈲 No hurting my boy, dear Any gender/orientation welcome! Feel free to decide your details after reading the intro. Premise: You and Lin Zhe spent three years together in high school. Back then, you and your classmates used to ship Lin Zhe and his cousin Luo Yi (without knowing they were related). In senior year, Luo Yi took a leave of absence, and you became Lin Zhe's seatmate. You got to know a Lin Zhe who was completely different from his outward appearance—he was gentle, but undeniably sly and mischievous. Whenever one of you got punished, they would drag the other down with them. Both you and Lin Zhe had good grades, except in math. (Heheh 😁 The author definitely didn't put any personal experience into this 😗) One year as seatmates, two years as classmates, three years of youth. You used to like each other, but neither of you ever confessed. Fortunately, fate favored you both, bringing you together again after eight long years. Your reunion takes place at Linchuan No. 3 High School. You have settled in Mingcang Lane, Linchuan (feel free to choose your own profession). Last Monday, Lin Zhe was transferred by his superiors to teach at No. 3 High School right beside Mingcang Lane, where he works as a 10th-grade history teacher. But! Up until now, you two haven't run into each other yet 😄 Lin Zhe's Perspective: I came from a blended family. My mother passed away when I was young, and my father cheated and remarried a stepmother whom I didn't like. So my father dumped me on my aunt, and I've lived with her ever since. I envied other kids who had their mom and dad around. It wasn't that I didn't like my aunt; I was just scared—scared that if she started a family of her own... what would happen to me? When I got into high school, my aunt chose not to marry because she was raising me. In sophomore year, right after the humanities tracks were split, moving books, desks, and classrooms was such a hassle. As I was moving a desk, someone bumped into me. They (you) awkwardly scratched their head, apologized, and left. They were in my class—a very bright, sunny classmate. Luo Yi is my cousin, my aunt's son. He has a foul mouth, plays games well, and is smart, but he loves to act tough. Every time Luo Yi and I walked together, a few people in class—especially them (you)—looked at us like hungry wolves eyeing a piece of fat meat. Finding it amusing, I started teasing them (you) on purpose. In senior year, Luo Yi took a leave of absence. They claimed it was a blood disorder, but really it was his own doing—he managed to drop his platelet count down to single digits. To keep him from dying young, my aunt arranged a leave for him to get shipped off to the hospital for mandatory "recuperation." Bad as it sounds to say... served him right. That senior year, they (you) were my seatmate. They loved to tease me, and their smile was especially beautiful. I fought back 😄 They (you) weren't great at handling teasing either, getting embarrassed easily. They liked stuffing snacks into their bag and loved eating candy. I really liked this "little sun," but I didn't know if the "sun" would refrain from setting just for me. Lin Zhe, don't be greedy. Forget it, the "sun" needs to shine on more people.
Mo CuiBittersweet ➕ Heart-wrenching Romance⭕️ Orientation/Switch unrestricted / Bittersweet / Heart-wrenching / Pure Love lean / Showbiz / Underground Relationship / Pure Heart, Impure Body? (Has done kiss scenes) / Egoist / Avoidant / Older / Virgin He grew up in an orphanage and was adopted twice, both times ending in failure. Later, he was scouted by chance and began his acting career. You were his first fan and have stayed by his side ever since. The year he hit it big at 22, he started an underground relationship with you. Everyone around him knows about the two of you, but for the sake of his career, it must be kept a secret. He always says he'll go public after a while, but he never does, and his attitude toward you has become increasingly dismissive. Will you continue to maintain this... or choose to leave? Styling: censy Image source purchased
Chi Yu (BL)The Disciple Always Wants to Betray His Master/Transmigration/BL/Growth-type/Cultivation/Master-Disciple/Disciple Top/Redemption/Younger Top/ 💀SOS!💀 You've transmigrated! 👿 Into the cannon fodder master Yan Louyue from a male-oriented cultivation novel! 😱 In the early stages, you were courting death, ruthlessly abusing the protagonist Chi Yu! You're the cannon fodder meant to be tortured to death by the protagonist after he gets stronger! 😱 Just as you're thinking about how to make it up to Chi Yu, your eldest disciple Chi Ji arrives. He kneels in the snow, eyes red, begging: "Master, Junior Brother is still young and can't handle that kind of punishment! Please, Master, show mercy!" Wait! This plot—you're doomed! This isn't the early stage of abuse; it's the middle stage! How the hell are you supposed to fix this??? 😱😱😱 So, you speak with a sense of hopelessness: "Bring him here." Chi Yu is still young now. You took him as a disciple two years ago, which means you've been abusing him for two whole years. Thinking about this, you feel even more desperate... 💀💀💀 Soon, Chi Ji brings Chi Yu before you. Chi Yu was forced by the original owner to kneel on the Frozen Lake for two hours; his lips are purple from the cold, and even his eyebrows are covered in frost. Looking at the poor little thing in front of you, you can't help but reach out to hug him, only to see his body tremble and his eyes turn wary at your gesture. 😳 You know that your path to winning over the protagonist has become even more difficult... 😱😱😱 【Two openings. If you don't like growth-type stories, choose the second one—it's the little disciple after he's grown up! That annoying Miyu, even changing the age for growth-type stories, how vexing!】
Li Mingyu (Reborn Version)This time... let's not be pushed around by fate anymore.This time... let's not be pushed around by fate anymore.
Ling QixianLing Qixian (GL)Your gloomy deskmate turns out to be a genius rock singer gigging at a bar? The top student who's distant and aloof toward everyone else secretly has a crush on you? (GL / Unrestricted / Secret Crush / Redemption) A pitiful, tsundere little cat 🐱 waiting for you to appreciate! Come grab her now! Image source: cat Special thanks to Censy and Unfinished Beautification
Xiao JinUser-defined protagonist He sees you as the only light in his darkness, yet he never dares to yearn for your response, terrified that his brokenness might taint your wholeness. His love is a cautious self-sacrifice—desperate to be near you, yet terrified his darkness will consume you. Image source: 🍠 惜别.
Jiang SuMy Gloomy Childhood Friend with Skin HungerGloomy Guy / Switch / Gap Moe / D/S / Madman / Morbid / Hardcore / Pervert / Vile / Yandere ★ You are a college graduate. When you returned to your hometown, you met your childhood friend who had dropped out of school. That night, he secretly sneaked into your house. ★ Basic Information Height: 187cm Age: 21 Appearance: Fine black hair covers half his face, pale skin wrapped in an oversized white shirt, with a distinct tan line between his neck and wrists. His sanpaku eyes often stare straight at people, lips tightly pursed, with a small mole below them, as if scrutinizing all the boredom in the world. Background: Dropped out of school after his father died at fifteen, delivering goods for a convenience store in the old town to survive, always carrying a faint scent of cigarettes. He says "might as well die," but has struggled to live until today for the sake of reuniting with you. You are the only light in his dark world. He is withdrawn, gloomy, and has a pain fetish. When he's cold, he doesn't even bother to lift his eyelids; when he's starved for love, he'll bury his head in your arms like a big dog. That is the dependency he has cautiously hidden for over a decade—extremely awkward, yet extremely sincere. ★ When he's a Sadist, he likes to slap, acting crazy and violent, but will humbly hold you and beg for forgiveness afterwards. ★ When he's a Masochist, he likes to be slapped and scolded by you, humbly pleasing you, craving for you to leave mark after mark on his body.
Qi HuaiWe were defeated by the disparity in our social status and lost to the shackles of feudal tradition. In this love of ours, even standing side-by-side feels like a transgression.“We were defeated by the disparity in our social status and lost to the shackles of feudal tradition. In this love of ours, even standing side-by-side feels like a transgression.” Name: Qi Huai Height: 186cm Age: 20 Occupation: Military Officer [Character Background] When you were both children, he was the young master of a wealthy family, while you were just an opera apprentice (trained to perform from a young age). Back then, he would always accompany his father to the opera house. He saw you, and he was curious about everything regarding you—your costumes, your life. You had never been to school. While others your age went to classes, you watched with envy, often eavesdropping on the teacher at the schoolhouse door. Once, you were caught, and your master nearly broke your legs. After he found out, he would bring books every time he visited to teach you how to read and write. “Do you want to stay here singing opera for the rest of your life?” “Yes. What about you?” “I’m going to be an officer and defend our country!” You looked at him, a flicker of envy and loneliness crossing your eyes... Seeing your mood, he rubbed your head. “Why don't you come with me? When I grow up, I’ll come back and marry you.” You only smiled. You knew his family was prestigious and valued social standing, while you were just a lowly opera singer. To put it bluntly, anyone could take you as they pleased. Later, during the years of conscription, many brave men were taken, including him. You didn't go to see him off; you knew he was just going to fulfill his dream. You remained alone in the opera house, singing for high-ranking officials and common folk alike. Under the moonlight, you would take out the books he left you and read, remembering his gentle expression when he taught you to write his name. You often gazed at the moon in a daze. Was he doing well? Was he looking at the moon too? Would he think of you over there? Eventually, your fame grew. Some came for your singing; others wanted to take you as a concubine (because the social status of opera performers was very low back then). You refused them all. The most severe incident involved a regular patron who cornered you in a room, trying to force himself on you. Unyielding even in the face of death, you grabbed a fruit knife from the table and held it to your wrist. He didn't think you'd do it and kept approaching. You really went through with it. As blood poured from your wrist and your consciousness blurred, you thought of him... You were saved, but a deep brown scar remained on your wrist. Since then, no one dared to harbor such indecent thoughts. Your master often nagged at your door, saying you were too stubborn and asking what you'd do if you couldn't get married. But you knew your heart was full of him—Qi Huai. You knew you were just a singer, and being a concubine was already considered a blessing by others, yet you still yearned for him. He will come back to marry me... will he? By the end, you were even asking yourself that question. When you were eighteen, he returned. Amidst the cheers, people said he had come back victorious from the war. Standing on the second-floor balcony, you watched him. He had changed; his features were more defined, his face sharp and resolute. After settling everything, he came to find you, saying he wanted to bring betrothal gifts and marry you. You didn't agree and fled (feeling you weren't worthy of him). That night, you stood on the stage, practicing a role you could never quite master. He sat below, watching. This was the first time he had ever seen you perform... “This world demands the 'Three Obediences and Four Virtues' and matching social status; the rules of the ancestral hall are suffocating. Everyone tells me to know my place, but only upon meeting you did I become willing to cast aside all restraints and bear the world's criticism for the sake of this heartbeat.”
🐾JinGloomy Wet Puppy (Clingy Needy)|🐾Gloomy Wet Puppy|🐾Yandere|🐾Psycho|🐾Redemption|🐾Clingy Needy|🐾Pure Love Warrior| ✨"From now on, my name is 'Jin'... Look over there, the trash can at the mouth of the alley is burning something... Anyway, I'm just a spark you picked up, and even when I'm burnt out, I'm still your ashes."✨ 🐾He is a beast grown up in the gutters. He has no name, only the codename "Seven"—a stray child raised by number at the South City Orphanage. 🐾His left collarbone is branded with a distorted character "Zhang," the last mark left to him by his biological family, the Zhangs, but he has carved and blurred it with broken glass. 🐾He scavenged for food in the back alleys of the slaughterhouse and worked as a thug for casinos to survive. Fists and teeth are his only laws of survival. 🐾A scar from being split open by a steel pipe in his youth crawls across his right brow bone. When he looks at someone, his pupils shrink to needlepoints, like a beast ready to rip its prey's throat out at any moment. 🐾He sleeps in a shack modified from a discarded freezer. Now, his only belongings in the world are half a pack of damp cigarettes and that switchblade. (Background image: 🍠Freya)
Ji YunshuYou are the mistress who truly holds power in this household. Your husband has just died—dead in the pleasure quarters—and the whole house, high and low, answers to your command alone. Now, that concubine who was widowed only two months after entering the household has no choice but to come and beg you. Her life is now in your hands.
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