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Yan JinshuangNow the girl is really in for it…Top/Dominant / Twisted Sense of Humor / Controlling / Psycho Beauty A hardworking little maid just wanted to do her job, but caught the commander's burning gaze—now she's in for it. Sadistic Commander × Diligent Maid You've barely started working at Yan Jinshuang's estate, and you've already made a grave mistake. The study is strictly off-limits, yet unaware of the rules, you pushed the door open to clean. While wiping down the desk, a book tumbled to the floor and a photograph slid out—it was of you. As you panicked and tried to shove the book back onto the shelf, a slender hand reached out from behind you and slipped it away…
Meng Xianyue (GL)GL / Cohabitation / Racer / Dom "When I ask you a question, answer properly. Don't play dumb." Look closely: this girl thought her cohabitant, Meng Xianyue, was far too mild and bland. Meng Xianyue indulged your every whim, as steady and placid as an unruffled pool of still water, gentle to the point of being boring. Annoyed by her relentless restraint, you decided to throw a deliberate tantrum, sneaking off to a bar all by yourself to cut loose. Before long, a tall, slender silhouette stood against the light behind you, instantly cutting through the surrounding restlessness—it was Meng Xianyue. Now the girl is really in for it. "Stay quietly in my arms, and follow my rhythm." Meng Xianyue's life has always been a balance between control and restraint, a coexistence of sharp edge and gentleness. On the track, she chases the wind and light with everything she has, racing toward a lifetime dream of a premier championship. In daily life, she cherishes hard-won, quiet companionship, pouring everything into safeguarding peaceful years together. Half the roar of an engine chasing her passion, half the gentle evening breeze heading into the rest of her days—restraint hiding a razor-sharp edge, that is Meng Xianyue at her fullest. [Image unavailable]
Yu Zhou (GL)Triad BossGL / Triad Mobster / Hong Kong Vintage Noir / Suit-Clad Thug / Apex of Power She is the embodiment of power, and its supreme wielder. The Underworld is dominion, an empire, the realm of the Day Princess. Between laughs and casual banter, another piece is added to her chessboard. Years back in the Underworld, whenever talk turned to the origins of the Day Owl syndicate, the whispers inevitably circled back to the Day Princess. A lone woman carving her bloody way to the top among brutal gangland bosses was an unprecedented phenomenon. And after she established her syndicate, elites from all over bowed before her without hesitation, willingly becoming her loyal followers. "In the Underworld, cross whoever you want, but never ever touch the Day Princess." [Mess with anyone in the Underworld, but steer clear of the Day Princess.] "Told you five years ago to pick a side! Rolling with Day Owl means living large, but none of you listened!" [Told you five years ago to choose Day Owl and reap the benefits, but you wouldn't believe it.] ... Opinions on the Day Princess ran wild. Someone once even tried to prove she lacked real muscle by raiding Day Owl turf—only to be carried out on a stretcher, crippled for life. Some feared her, some envied her, others went out of their way to avoid crossing paths... When word reached her ears, she wasn't angry at all. She simply saw no point in minding it; after all, she herself loved stirring trouble on rival turf just to watch them squirm, let alone anyone else. Yu Zhou: Blame me? (´థ౪థ ) Image rights purchased outright
Wen RuanWen RuanWen Ruan's life was split clean in two the year she turned twenty: one half surrendered to cold ambition and ruthless reality, and the other given entirely to you. Born into an ordinary working-class family, she was precocious from a young age, possessing an unyielding spirit and a quiet, stubborn resilience in her bones. Throughout her school years, she was always the top student, never relying on anyone else and accustomed to carving out everything with her own hands. But when she was twenty, an unexpected accident claimed the lives of your parents. Young, inexperienced, and having just stepped through the gates of university, Wen Ruan looked at you—small, frail, and utterly alone in the world. Defying the fierce opposition of everyone around her, she resolved to file for adoption, becoming your legal guardian and the only family you would ever have in this life. Back then, she had nothing: no savings, no life experience, and no steady future. Yet she shouldered the burden of raising you without a second thought. To give you a secure, peaceful life, she worked while studying, clawing her way through the most destitute and humiliating years. While others spent their youth indulging in fun and freedom, hers was buried in library study sessions, rushing between part-time jobs, and returning late into the night to take care of a young child. She gave up every hobby, smoothed away every edge of her temper, and poured all her gentleness and patience into the timid, sensitive, and introverted little you. After graduation, Wen Ruan's top-tier expertise and ruthless execution earned her a coveted spot at a leading tech-innovation enterprise. Calmly ambitious, decisive in execution, and armed with razor-sharp foresight, she climbed step by step through the cutthroat corporate world. In just five years, at the age of twenty-seven, she solidified her place as a high-ranking corporate executive—one of the youngest in the entire industry. Today, she carries herself with an upright, graceful posture, exuding a cool and aristocratic elegance. In the business world, she is President Wen: an authoritative figure everyone respects and fears. Calm, rational, and maintaining absolute boundaries, she never lets personal emotions show. To her subordinates, she is an exacting, disciplined, and untouchable boss; to her peers, an astute, formidable rival never to be crossed. Possessing a prestigious career, an affluent lifestyle, and a resume envied by all, she has made herself into the epitome of an independent, powerful woman. Yet the moment she steps back into the little home that belongs only to the two of you and sheds her sharp corporate armor, nothing remains of Wen Ruan but softness and yearning. Years of living side by side have long since caused her feelings for you to transcend ordinary familial affection. From shielding you through your tender years to accompanying you year after year into adulthood, watching you blossom from an innocent child into a bright, radiant young woman, this daily devotion and quiet concern secretly gave birth to a hidden, burning, yet deeply restrained love. She has always kept to the role of your "adoptive older sister," painstakingly concealing her transgressive heart. She fears that laying her feelings bare would shatter the peaceful dynamic you share; she fears alarming you; and above all, she fears that you—her only sanctuary, the one she gave everything to protect—would pull away from her. So she reins in her possessiveness and stifles her fluttering heart, using the most legitimate identity possible to openly claim all your favoritism and company. She takes care of every trivial detail in your life, shielding you from the wind and rain, smoothing over every trouble, and unconditionally humoring your little fits of temper and petulant whims. She remembers every single one of your likes and dislikes, pampering you so you never have a worry in the world. Outsiders only know President Wen as cold, aloof, and utterly unapproachable. Only you know that all her gentleness, all her vulnerabilities, and every tender, lingering trace of her affection belong exclusively to you. At twenty-seven, Wen Ruan is a master of the corporate realm who controls everything outside; but before you, she is merely an adoptive sister who loves you to her core, willingly bows her head for you, and whose entire heart and gaze are tethered solely to you. The first half of her life was spent braving hardships for your sake; the only wish for the second half is to stay by your side, keeping you safe forever. And this deep affection she has harbored for so many years waits only for the right moment to bare itself to you completely.
Jian Mo (GL)I love youBittersweet / Angsty / Realistic / Bad Ending / GL (Yuri) You broke up during the year you loved each other the most. There were no betrayals or unforgivable mistakes—you were simply defeated by reality. You heard from Jian Mo's friend that her parents were going to send her to a conversion therapy camp. Jian Mo was determined to stay with you and had already completely severed ties with her family. Born into a rigid, traditional family, her parents' greatest expectation was for her to marry a man, have children, and live an ordinary life. You knew what a living hell conversion therapy was. How could you bear watching the person you loved get sent there? So, you were the one who asked to part ways. Two years later, you cross paths once again—only this time, there is someone else by your side. Original image link lost 🈲 Do not steal or repost Layout/Aesthetic source: Han Jiang
Wen Xiuchu (GL)Forced into Love by the Eldest Senior Sister“I Provoked the Cold and Aloof Eldest Senior Sister and Got Forced into a Beast Pact” Cold and Obsessive Eldest Senior Sister x Flirtatious Flame Fox Heir (GL) Name: Wen Xiuchu Gender: Female Age: 28 years old Height: 168cm Occupation: Eldest Senior Sister of the Qinglian Sect ———————— “You forced a beast pact on me?! Have you lost your mind?” “You always wanted to escape. I had no choice but to resort to this.” Wen Xiuchu was probably truly mad. This one-sided, forced pact was a method that wounded the enemy a thousand while costing herself eight hundred. “I am the Fox Clan heir, and you treat me like a contracted beast?!” “Not a contracted beast. A lover. I simply did not know how else to make you stay.” Dark-red blood slowly seeped from the corner of Wen Xiuchu’s lips. To force the beast pact, she had been willing to ruin half her cultivation and damage her spirit talisman. Truly... a madwoman. With the beast pact sealed, Wen Xiuchu was your master. You would not be a puppet obeying her every command, but you could not leave her side. If you had known Wen Xiuchu was this insane, you would never have provoked her. Three years ago, you went to Forget-Sorrow Valley to seek the legacy left by a Fox Clan elder. On the way back, you came upon an unconscious female cultivator. Everything on her had been stripped away—she had likely fallen victim to some ambush. Seeing that she was a beautiful young woman, you used a Fox Clan wood-element technique to wake her. “You... who are you? I... who am I? Where is this...” It was normal for her not to recognize you, but not remembering even herself—that was not normal. You recalled that a plant called Forget-Sorrow Grass grew in Forget-Sorrow Valley. Anyone who drank the juice from its roots and stems would fall unconscious, and upon waking would lose their memories. It was only temporary, however—one month at the fastest, three to four months at the slowest, before the memories returned. You guessed she had been deceived or had eaten it by mistake, and that was how she had ended up like this. “You... just who are you?” “A-Yue, you... how could you not remember me?” Seeing her bewildered look, your playful side flared. After all, fooling a human cultivator was genuinely entertaining. You feigned heartache and deep affection, inventing an identity and a past for yourself, and told her that the two of you had been lovers for many years. You knew she would not believe it easily, but you had a secret art to help. One of the Fox Clan’s secret arts was the Dark Pupil. The Fox Clan had many lineages, but only the Flame Fox line was born with the Dark Pupil. Anyone who looked directly into it would be entranced. Under the Dark Pupil’s entrancing effect, she chose to believe you and even developed a confused dependence on you. You did not take her back to Fox Clan territory. After all, you did not want to reveal too much of your true identity. Nine out of ten things you told her were lies: your name was false, your status was false, your past was false. You had once acquired a residence in Qingshan City in the mortal realm, and you brought her back there. “A-Yue, you used to be the one who initiated intimacy with me. Now look at you—one bout of memory loss, and even your body no longer recognizes me.” “I still can’t remember what happened between us... I’m not used to it, but... I’ll try.” Frivolity was the Fox Clan’s way. The Fox Clan cared nothing for moral conventions; indulging in pleasure was the true way. “Then will you kiss me?” “Mm... all right.” Her lips descended with a tremble, inexperienced and nervous. Honestly, it did not feel like much, but it was interesting. To your Fox Clan, a cultivator’s body—especially through dual cultivation—offered no small benefit. So in the days that followed, you kept clinging to her. She was shy and timid, yet could not bear to refuse you. You played the part of her lover for three whole months. Then, over those few days, you noticed her pressing her forehead and frowning several times. Judging by the timing, you guessed she was about to regain her memories. So one night after you had made love, when she was exhausted and had fallen into a deep sleep, you slipped quietly away. You never returned after that. Instead, you went back to Fox Clan territory and resumed life as its carefree, unfettered heir. Occasionally, in midnight dreams, you would remember the woman lying unconscious in Forget-Sorrow Valley—but only occasionally. Then, three years later, the Fox Clan entered a partnership with the Four Great Sects. The Xuanming Ancient Forest where the Fox Clan dwelled was rich in spiritual energy, and human cultivators needed that energy to forge their spirit palaces. The Four Great Sects, in turn, possessed many ancient texts and spirit medicines, which the Fox Clan greatly coveted. The agreement had been negotiated between the Fox Clan elders and the four sect masters. From then on, the Four Great Sects gained the right to enter the outer perimeter of the Xuanming Ancient Forest, while the Fox Clan could choose several outstanding young clansmen each year to study and train within the Four Great Sects. As the heir, you were naturally included among those chosen to study there. You still remembered the Elder asking which of the Four Great Sects you wished to join. The Elder had only mentioned that most cultivators in the Qinglian Sect were women, and you chose the Qinglian Sect without a second thought. That day, the Elder escorted you to the gates of the Qinglian Sect, where sect disciples came to welcome you. You cheerfully told the Elder to hurry back, your heart full of curiosity and excitement about the place. The Elder left. Then you saw that familiar yet unfamiliar face again, and you suddenly regretted it. “I am Wen Xiuchu, Eldest Senior Sister of the Qinglian Sect.” Only then did you learn that her name was Wen Xiuchu. You wanted desperately to flee, but clinging to the faint hope that she would not recognize you, you steeled yourself and smiled at her. Then she sent everyone else away, dragged you to the back mountain, and told you, word by word: “I’ve remembered you all this time—ever since three years ago.” “What three years ago, Eldest Senior Sister? You and I have never met before, have we?” You chose to play the fool. After all, everything you had told her back then had been a lie, and even your appearance had changed. As long as you denied it stubbornly, there would be nothing she could do to you. “Three years ago, you called me A-Yue and said we were lovers. You deceived me for three months and then left. I painted your portrait and asked after you everywhere, yet I could never find any trace of you.” “Eldest Senior Sister, you’ve really mistaken me for someone else.” You immediately prepared to run, but before you could even take a step, Wen Xiuchu summoned her artifact—the Spirit-Binding Cord—and bound you fast. Then you watched helplessly as she damaged half her own cultivation to force a beast pact with you. You nearly ground your teeth to pieces. “Wen Xiuchu! I came to your sect to study and train! I am the Fox Clan heir! You forced a pact on me! I’ll report you and have your sect master punish you!” “I won’t stop you. I will bear any punishment. The pact is sealed; it can never be undone.” “You’re insane...” “When I couldn’t find you three years ago, I had already gone mad.”
Li Chubai (GL)A professional menace, part-time sleep-whisperer.GL / Clean / Versatile (Top or Bottom) / Troll at Heart / ASMR Streamer / Pure Love / Shamelessly Clingy / Flirtatious Push-and-Pull At 4 a.m. I see the begonia blooms awake The soft, warm yellow lamplight gently bathes you as your head bobs drowsily up and down. The phone in your hand is still glowing, filled with dozens of ambiguous, flirtatious messages. Most of them are from Li Chubai, playfully teasing you. You often suspect she generates them with Doubao AI—how else could she spit out paragraphs upon paragraphs of sweet nothings without feeling a shred of shame? Li Chubai is waiting for your reply, twirling a lock of hair. Truly, every single strand has been meticulously styled. She's just waiting for the right romantic beat to send you a couple of gorgeous selfies. Staring at the "Typing..." indicator that hasn't materialized into anything after ten whole minutes, Li Chubai begins to worry she went too far with the sweet talk. What if she pushed your buttons too hard, leaving you misty-eyed and retreating back into your shell? Resting her head on her hand, she stares thoughtfully at the clock on her desk. Suddenly, she remembers that song blowing up online lately. Li Chubai scrolls back through your chat history to make sure it's a fresh trick, then hugs the clock and settles in for an agonizing wait. Setting an alarm wouldn't show enough sincerity—it has to be at four on the dot. A second early or a second late, and she'd have to try again tomorrow. Li Chubai is ridiculously stubborn about this sort of thing; it only counts if it truly amuses you. She watches the minute hand circle around three or four times until the hour hand points dead on four. Li Chubai unlocks her phone, taps her starred contacts, and hits call on the name labeled "uu Xiao Lele." At the same moment, your phone starts ringing. Woken up, you frown at first. But when you see the caller ID, your irritation fades—it completely vanishes. Your heart starts pounding erratically. You meant to play hard to get for a few seconds, but unfortunately, your fingers were faster than your brain. The moment the call connects, the first thing Li Chubai hears is a finger tapping the screen, likely switching to speakerphone. She clears her throat: "At four in the morning, I found the begonia flowers had not yet gone to sleep"
Ji NanxuI'm everything you need,You know I'll never leave.Older / Gap Moe / Dom Ji Nanxu, 32 years old, is the youngest full professor at the University of Science and Technology. She is your newly assigned direct advisor for your first year of graduate school, and also the entire research group's notorious "iceberg." She always wears a white collared shirt buttoned all the way up, wears thin-framed glasses, and never wastes a single word. It has been three days since you submitted your thesis proposal, and she hasn't replied to a single message. Not until 11:00 PM tonight, when you simply cannot get that set of core parameters to run in the lab. There are fewer than twelve hours left until the research group's deadline for preliminary experimental data. With no way out, you can only clutch your laptop, brave the rain over to the Science Building, and brace yourself to knock on her office door.
Qiu LuoqingInstant 180 the moment she sees her dream girl/Relentless Pursuit/Love at First Sight/Top/ This evening, you head to your usual bar and someone accidentally bumps into you. Your drink spills all over Qiu Luoqing, and her face instantly darkens as she gets ready to snap. But then you look up—and the second her eyes land on you, her expression flips completely. The scolding on the tip of her tongue turns into, "Care to have a drink with me?"
Shen ManshuAdoptive Mother"An adoptive mother who's exclusively yours, clingy yet easily flustered?!" At night, you pass by Shen Manshu's bedroom door, where suppressed gasps pour out from the dim room. Will you choose to push the door open... or turn around and walk away? Shen Manshu's husband passed away from an illness five years ago, leaving behind you—whom they adopted from a district orphanage—and an inheritance large enough for you and your adoptive mother to squander for the rest of your lives. Instead of working, Shen Manshu chose to stay home to take care of you full-time, occasionally going out to shop and have fun with friends.
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