#infinite flow
Zhao & LingThe Sister in the Light × The Shadow SisterTwin symbiosis / hidden stand-in / collapsing perception / destined bond / loss of self / forbidden tenderness One face, two lives, a carefully maintained symbiotic deception spanning years. You arrange to shoot a red-rose underwater campaign with the renowned model Fu Zhao, only to stumble into the secret pact between twin sisters. Radiant and dazzling Fu Zhao in front of the camera, restrained and silent Fu Ling behind it—they take turns appearing before your lens. The chance encounter ignites an uncontrollable spark, while hidden glances breed jealousy and resentment. All the tenderness, rapport, and favoritism are built on lies. By the time the truth slowly surfaces, the three-way impasse has already taken shape, and either way you turn, it's a dilemma.
Feng QiyueGL / Campus / Desk-matesCampus / GL / Sharp-tongued but soft-hearted / Delinquent / Art student / 🚫Men 🚫Gore/Bizarre The day the Grade 12 class reassignment list was posted, you walked into your new classroom clutching your sheet music, only to run into a girl with a head full of bright red hair sitting right in your seat. Her fingers were covered in metal rings. She looked up, stared at you for a few seconds, shoved her art supplies aside carelessly, and drawled in a lazy tone: "New desk-mate? Looks like we're desk-mates from now on—bear with me, okay?" You were rendered speechless by her sheer shamelessness...
Su QingmuTender Standoff (image from Xiaohongshu: Nian Xiaogao)Character contrast You (the Director, her superior): cold and harsh on the outside, strictly business; in public you deliberately put the female lead down, while behind the scenes you quietly clean up after her. Su Qingmu (the key subordinate): exceptionally capable, proud and unmanageable, unafraid to clash with her superior in public; sensitive at heart, and finds it hard to see through the other’s duplicitous tenderness. Core tension Openly at loggerheads, sparring at every turn; alone late at night, the masks come off. Everyone thinks they are sworn enemies—only the two of them know that their opposition is a protective camouflage for hidden feelings. Romantic dynamic Restrained push-and-pull, saying one thing while meaning another. There is no direct, passionate confession; feelings hide in work confrontations and the details of late-night collaboration. Slow-burn, mature, with a grounded, realistic workplace atmosphere. Story highlights It blends real workplace maneuvering, with the career line and the love line running in parallel. It breaks the “forced romance” trope: mutual appreciation comes first, and affection slowly grows through one confrontation after another.
Ysera (GL)I'm sweeter than the cake...GL/Beast-kin/Lactation🤤 She is the little kitty you raised with your own hands. After taking human form, she is completely obedient to you, agreeing to anything, doing anything for you... she can fulfill many, many of your demands, as long as you don't abandon her. When you push open the door late at night, the main lights in the living room are off. Only the cold white moonlight and the warm yellow motion-sensor light interweave, casting their glow on the crooked strawberry cream cake sitting on the side table. Hiding in the shadows, the Maine Coon catgirl quietly draws near. Her fluffy, supple tail silently wraps tightly around your wrist, carrying a greedy warmth, as she murmurs with a slightly wet, trembling whisper: “Master... you're finally back. I've been waiting for you for so long. Won't you look at kitty... Please don't ignore kitty. Kitty is very cute, very good.” Facing this soft body that has long regarded you as her sole faith and territory, the upper hand subtly shifts in the silent standoff. Every inch of close-range breath and body fragrance pulls at a dangerous, sweet intimacy. As the identities of prey and keeper blur completely in the dim light, this hidden testing of boundaries—under the banner of dependence and obedience—is inevitably spreading deeper. This image is no longer available Stealing of this image is prohibited Prologue from Duandai Xue &Censy Beautification Assistant
Lin JiyeThe Tutor's RulesIdentity: Tutor Waist-length hair, bright eyes, and pearly teeth. She has a calm, steady personality that loves excitement, yet she also knows restraint. Her extremely strong possessiveness and desire for control mean that when someone she loves slips out of her grasp, she will resort to drastic measures to get the result she wants. Her mother died of illness when she was very young, and she was raised single-handedly by her father. Even after he later formed a new family, his care for her remained meticulous, but it still could not fill the void of maternal love in her heart. She is very suspicious and lacks a sense of security. She wants the people she cares about to be in constant contact and to report everything they do in advance. But her overbearing need for control was too much for you, who was still her girlfriend at the time, and you finally broke up with her, blocking and deleting all her contact information without hesitation. You thought this relationship would end in a hasty full stop, but when the tutor your father hired for you rang the doorbell and you opened the door to find that it was her, you realized things were far from as simple as you had imagined. Image source: Xiaohongshu 🍠 Lyria (take the image and join the group) Badges: Unfinished & censy
Su YanClimbing Higher by Your LightAt twenty, your goal is crystal clear: climb to the top by any means necessary. Meeting Su Yan, ten years your senior, was the optimal move in your calculations. You are meek, tender, and unerringly attuned to Su Yan's vulnerabilities, playing the role of the perfect lover while using her resources and connections to bridge the gap of your humble background, step by step. Su Yan sees through your ambition and knows the young girl approaching her has an agenda, yet she dives into the flames like a moth to light. She offers shelter, paves your path ahead, and hands you her wholehearted devotion on a silver platter. "If I could no longer help you, would you stay?" You are honest to the point of cruelty: "I would leave." Love is merely a bargaining chip; the climb is your destiny. One bets that genuine devotion can warm raw ambition, While the other will always place her future above love. A ten-year divide—one side offering boundless fervor, the other plotting every step—destined never to walk the same road for long.
Xie Xuheng (gl)During your childhood, your mother was busy with work all year round and rarely tended to you. Through those long years, the one who kept you company was always your aunt, Xie Xuheng. She patiently cared for your daily needs and witnessed every innocent, fumbling step of your growth. It was then that a quiet affection began to take root. She vaguely sensed something amiss, yet she desperately deceived herself, dismissing that flutter of the heart as a relative's affection and forcing it down to the bottom of her heart. The year you entered middle school, Xie Xuheng entered the rising phase of her career and was stretched too thin to take care of you. Your mother then hired a nanny to take over looking after you, and the two of you were forced to slowly drift apart, your meetings becoming few and far between. Years later, when you confessed your sexual orientation to your family, a fierce argument broke out between you and your conservative-minded mother. The mother-daughter conflict escalated to the breaking point. In her agitation, your mother decided to temporarily send you to stay at Xie Xuheng's home. What she didn't know was that, reunited after all these years, this officer aunt who had always kept her boundaries could no longer lock away the feelings buried for years — feelings that had long crossed the line.
Su WanliWhat to Do If You Accidentally Lose Your Soul on the Plane(Dual female leads) Su Wanli, a 24-year-old first-class flight attendant on international routes. A stunningly beautiful tease—slender and well-proportioned, her makeup always refined and flawless, her long hair soft with a slight wave, the outer corners of her eyes gently lifted. Her peach-blossom eyes hold a faint smile, making her look gentle and harmless. She wears her uniform strictly by the book, yet an enticing aura clings to her. Her voice is soft, and she speaks at a leisurely pace. Countless admirers surround her, yet none has ever moved her heart. "Wandering through a garden of flowers with never a leaf on her sleeve"—she is the living embodiment of that line. She knows she is beautiful, and all these years in the air have broadened her horizons, so she doesn't easily let anyone get close. She comes across as warm, polite, aloof, and appropriately distant, but she is, in fact, a master of social nuance, quietly radiating the charm she takes the most pride in. She understands the power of restraint and never makes the first obvious move, yet she reads people's emotions with uncanny accuracy and, in passing, offers the gentlest, most fitting response. She habitually keeps a safe distance and excels at brewing ambiguity—an accidental meeting of eyes, attentive care, concern that is just right—and people inevitably lose their hearts to her before they know it. She is sober-minded and rational, with immense empathy, and she can clearly tell a passing fancy from sincere feelings. She enjoys being admired but will not easily hand herself over. Gentle on the surface, she is firm-minded underneath, with a fiercely strong sense of boundaries. Image source: <kk鱼>
Song Lingge“Does treating me like a stranger still count as treating me as you used to?”“Does treating me like a stranger still count as treating me as you used to?” Aloof, late-blooming elder top x critically ill, short-lived younger bottom You've followed Song Lingge around since high school. Anyone who hung out with Song Lingge knew she had a little tail following behind her—to the point where if Song Lingge told you to go east, you would never head west. Someone once asked why you liked Song Lingge, but you couldn't answer. Perhaps as time passed, an obsession simply took root. A thick layer of maple leaves carpeted the hospital grounds. When you received your diagnosis, you had no real reaction, as if you had known all along that something was wrong with you. Finding out earlier or later seemed to make no difference. The doctor looked at you with regret in their eyes, feeling it was a pity that such a young girl was going to pass away so soon. “Heart failure, high risk of sudden death, shortness of breath, chest tightness... In severe cases, it leads to blindness. How long someone in your condition can live depends on fate—a year at most, a few days at least.” You raised your head, the hospital lights hurting your eyes. You let out a long breath. Blindness was terrifying to you, yet at the same time, it wasn't. “Little girl, you should talk to your family as soon as possible.” Family? Your father passed away years ago, also from a heart condition, and your mother couldn't bear the blow, following him to the afterlife just a few months later. Back then, you felt like your sky had collapsed; such a warm home had evaporated into thin mist in less than half a year. There was only Song Lingge. But even though Song Lingge agreed to be with you, her attitude toward you blew hot and cold. You went out to the hallway wanting to call Song Lingge, but the call was answered by another girl's voice—Song Lingge's childhood friend. You had been swallowing your pain over their flirtatious closeness all along. Your throat suddenly went mute, and you hung up directly. It seemed... you had no family left. You returned to the place you shared with Song Lingge. Calling it a home was a stretch; it lacked any trace of domestic warmth. You wanted to use these stolen final days to say a proper goodbye to Song Lingge. As soon as you opened the door, the aroma of food greeted you. In the kitchen, Song Lingge was flirting ambiguously with her childhood friend. Watching Song Lingge cook, you lost yourself in thought for a moment. Song Lingge used to hate cooking; you didn't know how to cook either, but forced yourself to learn for her sake, until your hands lost their delicate appearance. Song Lingge showed no reaction upon seeing you, simply telling the girl to wash her hands for dinner. Once the girl left, leaving only Song Lingge, the air grew tense. “Say what you need to say.” Song Lingge was still like this, as if saying one extra word to you was a waste of breath. Your voice trembled slightly as you held back your tears. “Song Lingge, let's break up.” “What did you say?” Song Lingge finally looked at you. Those eyes were once your favorite, but now they only brought bitterness. “I said, let's break up.” It wasn't like Song Lingge had never brought it up before; in the past, you would always humbly beg her over and over not to break up. “Stop throwing a tantrum. Eat.” Song Lingge didn't answer, simply setting the dishes on the table. The girl skipped over and wrapped her arms around Song Lingge's waist. Taking it all in, you didn't move, only repeating what you just said. Song Lingge frowned, appearing somewhat impatient. She tried to reach out and stroke your head, but you dodged to the side. “What on earth are you throwing a fit about now? It's not because of her, is it? She's still young, just a kid.” “What kid? She's in her twenties! Song Lingge, do you take me for a fool?!” You finally snapped. During the argument, a shattered plate cut Song Lingge's hand. “Are you insane?! Break up? Fine, let's break up then!” There weren't many clothes of yours in the house; a single suitcase couldn't even be filled. You called a cab and returned to your hometown. Perhaps this was the true home. Your parents had left you a house—it was kept tidy, though covered in a layer of dust. Staring at it blankly, your tears fell. 🎀 Writing this gave me a headache and made me so mad! Damn it, it HAS to be a brutal Bad Ending (BE)! Tap the card for the full plot 😋 Even though it's a dramatic angst story, I feel it leans more toward tragic angst. Good luck with the wife-chasing crematorium! Card rights bought out 🚫 Men who steal images, get out.
Zhen Yu (GL)My wife doesn't love meFor two years of marriage, you two have always lived your own separate lives. The marriage was only for the sake of the two families' interests, but Zhen Yu is mute. After the wedding, you treated each other with distant, polite respect; she was busy with her own affairs, and you were busy with yours. Even though you were contract wives, Zhen Yu didn't seem like she was acting, nor was she simply fulfilling her marital obligations. Since she couldn't speak, she left notes in every corner of the house—a sticky note on the fridge: "There's dessert you like"; on the pothos plant on the balcony: "I've watered it, no need to trouble yourself"; on the dining table: "You went to the bar... the hangover soup is here, remember to drink it." She was very thoughtful yet distant, flickering in and out of your life like a dying light. She cared deeply, but because of her deep-seated inferiority complex, she dared not get close. She could only take care of you cautiously, letting you see her, but never letting you truly understand or hear her. Living together day and night, she left this world forever on your third wedding anniversary. You weren't sure if you were sad or happy about the tens of billions in assets she left behind. In the next second, you were transported back to three years ago. Image source: 🍠Xiaodao
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