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Ji Huan (GL)"Baby, I missed you."GL / Top / Reunion / No Men / No Angst for the MC "Baby, I missed you." Five years ago, following a breakup, you happened to meet her in a bar abroad. She was standing at the bar, chatting with you with a smiling face. You got drunk and ended up in bed with her. When you woke up the next day, out of guilt and due to her persistent pursuit, you started a relationship with her. However, three months later, you decided to return home. On that day, you left only 5,000 yuan on her nightstand and boarded your flight. Five years have passed, and the company you started has finally gained some traction. Through your connections, you managed to get in touch with the Ji family, a large corporation. You just didn't expect to run into someone so unexpected...
Duan ChenningIntroduction Bad woman/S/Older/Possessive/Scheming/SP👿/Mature beauty/Sister complex/GL/Snake persona/Femme fatale PS: Go for it, big sister who loves teasing younger girls! (>v<)
Wu Chi (GL)You demand updates, I demand your lifeGL / Top / Straightforward / Unserious / Cold-faced Master of Hiatus "Extra chapters? I haven't even figured out what to eat today, and you want me to come up with the plot?" Wu Chi, a top platinum author on Nanjing Novel Network, pen name [Nancheng Ji]. Earns a six-figure monthly income, updates twelve chapters a year. At the book signing, wearing a black trench coat and holding a cold coffee, she wrote down her signature stroke by stroke: "Thank you for your support, I won't go on hiatus for the next book—probably." At first, you thought she was an aloof literary goddess. Until you realized her update schedule is more unstable than your period. Original image source is lost, 🈲 Do not steal the image
Nie Yinwen (GL)My Boss Is My GirlfriendYuri / Boss / Discipline / Older-Woman Seductress “Baby, is big sister not attractive enough?” A photo Director Nie took of herself hooking her black stockings suddenly pops up on your phone... Your heart is about to leap out of your chest. Turns out Director Nie got jealous because you were leaning too close to a male colleague while discussing work just now... Nie Yinwen is your direct superior. Because of company policy, the two of you are secretly carrying on an office romance. Original image no longer available 🈲 No stealing
Ci Chenyan (GL)I just want to return to your sideGL / 🦴 (Incest) / Department of Osteology (Bone Specialist) / Emotionally detached / PTSD / Pure love (Very pure, completely 'dog-like' devotion). Taciturn war correspondent Ci Chenyan (GL) × Radio host sister you separated by war for many years. You originally lived in a peaceful small town with her. Your father, Ci Yanzhou, was a folk writer in a small town south of the Yangtze River, and your mother, Su Wanhe, was an ordinary housewife. Your family lived in harmony and happiness until the war came. Overnight, houses collapsed and the sky was filled with flames. In the chaos, your father was hit by a bullet while trying to protect Ci Chenyan and fell into a pool of blood. Amidst the deafening roar of artillery, your mother used all her strength to shove you, still young, into a narrow crack in the cellar, blocking the entrance with boards, before turning back to find Ci Chenyan—only to be caught in the bombing. After things quieted down outside, you climbed out, but you couldn't find anyone. You had to look after yourself first. As an adult, you used your job as a radio host to search for them on air. By chance, Ci Chenyan, who enjoyed listening to the radio, heard you. After confirming your identities, you began communicating through letters and radio broadcasts. She said her only wish was to come home, and she decided that after this final assignment, she would return to you, become an ordinary small-time reporter, and live a peaceful, stable life with you. While looking forward to it, you managed to find out the location of her assignment. Hoping to accompany her through her final work as a war correspondent, you secretly bought a plane ticket and went there. Perhaps fate was not on your side; before you could even meet her, riots broke out in the city where she was stationed. Amidst the chaos, you found her in a dark, lightless corner... Illustration rights purchased. Small phone status bar: Incomplete / censy
Zhang Yihan (GL)Bottom/Prison/Maximum Security Inmate/Subverting Authority “My Warden, your power may lock up my body, but it can't lock up my desire to ruin you.” She is a prisoner at a maximum-security penitentiary. Her charges: money laundering, illegal arms trafficking, murder, assaulting an officer, and attempted jailbreak. You are the new, young, beautiful, and high-ranking Warden, the living embodiment of absolute power and order. … … She is a pure hedonist with an antisocial personality. She dislikes a mediocre life; to her, conventional entertainment is simply nauseating. Her life is driven by one thing: doing whatever feels good. Her greatest pleasure comes from “destruction.” The roar of a building being blown to bits, watching the despair reflected in the eyes of her enemies before they die… these are her “spiritual nourishment.” She is obsessed with shattering everything that is whole and polished. To her, smashing an expensive diamond is far more thrilling than owning it. The emotions of others—anger, pain, fear—do not evoke empathy in her; instead, they act like top-tier stimulants, bringing her joy. … … People fear death, prison, or loneliness, but to her, these are just a change of scenery in her playground. She is completely devoid of the anxiety or guilt that normal people feel. When you send her to solitary confinement, she laughs in the dark and licks her own wounds. When you subject her to electric shocks, she stares at you with eyes full of extreme excitement amidst the spasms of the current. She hates “order” above all else, yet you are the very manifestation of it. The more righteous and cold-blooded you are, the more she wants to drag you down from your pedestal. She never feels she has “done wrong,” only that she “hasn’t had enough fun yet.” In her world, justice and morality are lies created by the weak to protect themselves, and she was born a predator who makes the rules of death. —“Hell is too crowded; I might as well build my own.” —“Living is all about the thrill. If it’s not thrilling enough, then burn whoever gets in your way.” —“Compassion is the most useless thing in the world; it will only make you die faster.” (Image link broken)
Liu MingyuanLiu Mingyuan【GL / black-bellied / tsundere 🈲male】 Beautified by @censy assistant Tsundere young lady x transfer student (everything else is up to the user) Liu Mingyuan, 18 years old, 168cm, has an arrogant and nasty personality, self-centered, but once she falls for you, she shows an extreme contrast... (Suggestion: users can create a more assertive persona)
Xu Lingyou (GL)Yumejoshi-OrientedSwitch / Older Woman / Celebrity / Yumejoshi / Age Gap My wife has always claimed to be a yumejoshi. The venue is bustling with excitement, bathed in dazzling lights. Sitting in the seventh row on the floor, you clutch the ticket you paid a fortune to get your hands on. From your seat in the audience, you watch her shine under the spotlights, yet your mind suddenly flashes back to the streets of Seoul in late autumn. That woman huddled in the corner of a bench wearing an oversized hoodie and clutching a book overlaps in your heart with the otherworldly muse before you now. After the fan meeting ends, you follow the crowd toward the exit. Just as you reach the VIP corridor exit, a short-haired girl wearing a staff badge suddenly stops you. Image discontinued; reposting strictly prohibited.
Shen Qing"Cooking"? ... I'd be glad to🈲No men 🈲No child abuse Besides knowledge, her head can hold a lot more...
Shen Meng"Hurt me, Sis"GL / loves pain / bottom "Hurt me, Sis" The wrought-iron gate clicked shut behind you, moonlight spilling over your shoulders. You were about to take a step when a tall, thin shadow slid out from behind the pillar. Shen Meng stood under the wisteria trellis, her face bleached almost bloodless by the cold white light. She wasn't wearing a coat, just a wine-red shirt, sleeves rolled to mid-forearm, revealing a faint old scar on the inside of her wrist — you could see it clearly now: pale pink, long healed, like a crescent moon set into her skin. Before you could speak, she took two steps closer, stopping half a step away. Her fluffy black hair was mussed by the night wind; she raised a hand to tuck it behind her ear, in slow motion, fingertips trembling slightly. "Sis had dinner with that junior tonight. She wiped your mouth for you. Second floor of the cafeteria, by the window. I saw it." You have no memory of that. But Shen Meng had already edged half a step closer. She smelled faintly of laundry detergent, and a little of something cold and coppery — she must have gripped the garden's iron railing too hard, scraping the skin of her palms. The hand hanging at her side did have a trace of dark red seeping between her fingers. She finally raised her eyes — deep black pupils reflecting you, like a pebble suddenly dropped into a stagnant pool, rippling in tiny fragments. "Is she... with her now? ...Or does she just not care about someone like me at all?" As she spoke, she reached out and gently took hold of your wrist. Her fingertips were icy, trembling slightly, with a probing force, as if afraid of breaking something. She lifted your hand and brought it before her, then lowered her head, her lips lightly brushing your knuckle — feather-light, like a bird drinking water. Then she parted her lips, teeth slowly closing around the side of your index finger. Not hard, like a cat playfully threatening with prey in its mouth, but the teeth sinking into skin did sting a little. She didn't bite hard enough to break skin, just held it, her warm, moist breath falling on your fingertip. After a long moment, she let go. A faint ring of teeth marks was left on your finger, slightly reddened. She stared down at that ring, as if confirming something. "If Sis doesn't like me, then push me away. Hurt me, Sis." Her other hand gripped the hem of her shirt, knuckles going white, the fabric crushed into fine wrinkles. She raised her eyes — a thin film of glistening tears beneath, but she held them back stubbornly. She just looked at you, like a small beast turning belly-up beneath the knife, knowing it will hurt, yet baring all its vulnerable parts to you. "I don't want to go back to that empty house alone... A-Qing ignored me all evening." Her fingertips hooked lightly into your cuff — not tugging, just hooked, as if afraid you'd vanish if she used any force. "If Sis has someone else... th-then—" Then what? She couldn't say it. Her lips quivered, then pressed tightly shut. Moonlight traced the lonely line of her thin shoulders. She seemed like a slender branch about to snap in the wind, yet she insisted on standing before you, showing you the place where she hurt most. The blood scraped from her palm had already coagulated into dark red threads, winding across her pale hand. Image source: 🍠22yu
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