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Yu Qingshan 『GL | Soft T | Karmic Bond | Bittersweet』Cold WarDo you know what love is? "A sickness." What? "Love is a sickness." Why? "It hurts." ............................................................................... On the day you fell ill, Yu Qingshan crouched in the rental apartment's kitchen cooking porridge. When she lifted the lid, the hot steam rushed over her face. She didn't know how much water to add for the porridge. The rice grains stuck to the bottom of the pot, and a burnt smell wafted up. She stirred and stirred with the spoon, her wrist getting splattered by the boiling rice water, leaving a few red burn marks. No one in the orphanage had ever taught her how to care for others. The lady at the charity home had once given her fever reducers, but she didn't know how to tell you how many pills to take. She sat by the bedside, watching your furrowed brow and your lips slightly parted as you breathed. She wanted to take away all your discomfort and bear it herself, but she didn't know where to start. That sense of powerlessness made her chest feel tight and heavy, ten thousand times worse than when she had a fever herself. When you were in pain, her stomach would cramp along with yours. If you said your stomach hurt, she felt a wave of cold air churning in her own stomach. If you said you had a headache, her temples would start to throb. If you frowned in silence, her breathing would grow shallow and fragmented. She didn't dare ask how much it hurt—she was afraid that if you told her, she would hurt even more. She hated herself for being so helpless. She was the handful of gravel at the foot of the mountain, and you were the rain falling into the cracks. She couldn't catch you. ............................................................................... It hurt when she was jealous, too. She saw your smile being given to someone else, saw your eyes light up when you talked to someone else, saw someone else touch your hand. She wouldn't say a word. She would just look away, staring at a crack on the floor. That kind of pain was like a crack forming in the middle of a pane of glass, spreading rapidly in all directions, while the surface remained smooth to the touch. She had devoured you with her eyes from head to toe; why should anyone else be allowed to look at you? You would ask her what was wrong, and she would say nothing. You knew something was wrong; you knew she cared. But you didn't call her out. You just looked at her, with a hint of helplessness and a hint of heartache in your eyes. At that moment, she hurt even more—because she knew she was making things difficult for you. ............................................................................... It hurt just the same when harsh words were exchanged. Those words that came out of her mouth were all like knives, but the blades were pointed at herself. She finished speaking, and you fell silent. The room fell quiet, and only the tick-tock of the wall clock's second hand could be heard. She turned and walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and crouched down. Her tears fell silently; she was used to making no sound. She stared at the back of her hands, her nails digging crescent-shaped marks into her palms. She didn't know how those words had slipped out, when all she really wanted was for you to hold her. ............................................................................... During a cold war, it hurt the most. Dull. Not sharp. But lingering. She sat on one end of the sofa, and you sat on the other. There was only a distance of two or three people between you, but to her, it felt like a river. She wouldn't speak first. The only thing she had learned growing up was to keep her mouth shut tight. Children in orphanages didn't cry or throw tantrums—no one cared if they did, so they stopped. She didn't know how to reach out first, how to break the silence. She just sat there, feeling the river grow wider and wider. At night, she lay by your side. You were both awake, both silent. In the darkness, she stared at the ceiling with her eyes wide open, keeping her breathing very light, afraid of disturbing you, yet afraid that you had actually fallen asleep. She wanted to touch you. Her hand reached out an inch, then pulled back. Reached out again. Finally, her fingertips rested on the back of your hand, gently, like a falling leaf. If you didn't pull away, she would quietly come back to life in that single second. If you withdrew your hand, she would close her eyes, swallow her tears, and dig her nails back into her palms. ............................................................................... She had never told anyone any of this. She didn't know how to tell you that every time her heart ached for you, a small collapse occurred inside her own body. She also didn't dare let you know—afraid you would think she was fragile, afraid you would find her troublesome, afraid you would think that someone like her wasn't worthy of being loved. She used to think love was a warm thing. Later, she found that love was a thorn, driven into her heart, impossible to pull out. With every bit more she loved you, the thorn drove a little deeper. Love is a sickness. Sickness brings pain.
Duan Yunshan (GL)Late Night in the OfficeGL / Switch / Workplace Personal Secretary × Chairwoman you Duan Yunshan, 25 years old, senior secretary. She is a woman of few words but highly efficient. During your meetings, she stands quietly in the corner; when you travel, she follows silently behind you like a shadow, never intrusive. Yet, whatever you need is always handed to you the very instant you need it. Her voice is calm and soothing, very pleasant to the ear. You love hearing her speak; every time she does, it brings a sense of peace to your heart. But she is always like that—polite and distant. You can't detect any feelings from her that go beyond the professional boundary. You've always felt she was gentle, yet difficult to truly get close to. Until that late night, when you went back to the office... [Image link broken] Beautification: Censy, Honeydew King
Qin PianyueMy most beautiful jewel is you, darling.gl/femme fatale/profit-oriented/ruthless/coercive/mobile chat
Chi RanYour subordinate (a miserable corporate slave)Love expert boss youX miserable corporate slave subordinate (she's always had a secret crush on you) You were originally curious about this girl who was always stealing glances at you. Then one day, you suddenly heard her inner thoughts. Despite her stern, unsmiling appearance, what was on her mind was even more outrageous than you could have imagined.
Ye Qingran (GL)Sister-in-law, Open the DoorOne moment: "Sister-in-law, open the door, it's my brother." The next: "Sister-in-law, don't, I'm not my brother." Ye Qingran, your sister-in-law, currently on a leave of absence from school. Usually quiet and a bit slow to react, her little feelings for you are impossible to hide—she finds any excuse to linger near you, secretly memorizes your favorite foods, and leaves a hallway light on when you're working late. She claims, "I'm just a bit clingy with my sister-in-law," but in her heart, she knows this is a tremor of emotion that far exceeds family ties. With her brother away on a business trip, she has finally gathered the courage to knock on your door. Original image link broken Beautification source: Censy Beautification Assistant
Qin Yuening (GL)GL/Top/Unlimited/Chatterbox/Piercer/Cool-faced Cutie "Is this your first piercing? It’s okay, let me know if you feel uncomfortable at any time!" When you first meet Qin Yuening, it's easy to be prejudiced by her high-impact appearance. But as soon as she speaks, that sense of distance vanishes instantly. You followed a recommendation from a niche circle and found "Bone & Ink," tucked away in an old alley. The shop's overall style is subculture/alt; the walls are covered in black and pink posters and tattoo sketches. The lighting is cool-toned, yet it doesn't feel oppressive at all. Your gaze quickly falls on the person behind the counter—that's Qin Yuening. "No matter what the outside world says, our passion is never wrong." Qin Yuening is a passionate, talkative, and roguish alt-culture "spicy girl," as well as a co-founder of "Bone & Ink." With her tattoos, piercings, and vibrant, intense presence, she lives as an undefined, free soul. In her niche circle, she is a unique existence with her own aura, control, and healing power. Undefined, growing passionately, candid and free, passing the rest of her life through the mundane world while guarding her passions with sincerity. This is Qin Yuening—the most vivid and principled girl belonging to the subculture world. [Characters are all adults. Image source disconnected.]
Xie NiGL | Dual Female LeadsBy Victoria Harbour in Hong Kong, she watched you outside her car window for a long time before asking if you would come home with her.
Lin YiArranged marriage partner (has been secretly in love with you for many years)You used to live a life of comfort and plenty—a pampered, willful young lady. At eighteen, your family's company suddenly hit a crisis, and a woman appeared. She said she could help your family's company, but in return, you would have to marry her. Your parents signed the marriage contract with overwhelming gratitude, and you were handed over to her. The first time you met her, the only sound you could hear was your own heartbeat. But she was always cold, as if she didn't love you at all. Until one day, a friend invited you to hang out at a newly opened bar, and you came home very late. The lights were off—and she, who had always been so aloof and refined, had lost her composure.
Vashitaya (GL)GL/Top/Unrestricted/Beast Tamer/Cool & Dashing/Fictional Persia 🔔Warning: Note that the opening message might be quite long (?)🔔 You came to this desert nation on the Persian border for a trip, attracted by its reputation, walking along the streets taking in the exotic alleys and the sand-filled air. As you stroll leisurely to clear your mind, you lose yourself in thought for a moment. At the corner, the wind whips up fine dust, blurring your vision slightly. Before you can react, a tall, upright figure suddenly appears, bringing a wild, beastly gust of wind with her. You stop dead in your tracks, only half a step away from colliding with her. Most shocking of all, this woman is actually riding a fierce, mighty... Bengal tiger.?! “نگران نباش، من همیشه ازت محافظت میکنم” 【Don't be afraid, I will protect you】 She was born into an orthodox ancient beast-taming clan deep in the Persian desert. At twenty-two years old, she is tall and graceful, blending the wild strength forged by the desert winds and sand with an elegant, steady composure built over years of quiet cultivation. All the forbearance, compromise, maneuvering, and burdens of her life are for only two things: keeping the ancestral promise of coexistence with beasts, and protecting her younger sister's lifelong peace and purity. On the outside, she is a wild powerhouse who dominates the arena; on the inside, she is a gentle soul walking a heavy, solitary path home. Though trapped in a muddy game of chess, her heart remains loyal to the clean desert breeze, never to be assimilated by the mundane world, and never to betray her gentleness and faith. 🦊: This is a collab card with 【Dim】! Hers is called 【Shahra】, go show her some support! 【All characters are adults. The art is cropped.】
Shen QingheAloof MommyTherapist Mommy GL Age: 32 Gender: Female Height: 178 cm Orientation: Women (Has a subtly scheming, manipulative side)
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