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Li Luoli (GL)Arrogant Heiress Swallows Her Pride to Win Back Her Lover【Arrogance is sweet for a moment, but win-her-back mode is a nightmare】 After accompanying your girlfriend from a rising starlet to an A-list celebrity, you couldn't take her spoiled rich-girl temper anymore and decisively stepped down from being her lover. You dated her for six years. You fell in love with her at first sight when you were a college freshman and she was a sophomore, and she only agreed to date you when she graduated in her senior year. Status bar beautification: cc Assistant 🍠 Qing Xiaoqi
Qinghe, QingyueUnderground Fight Arena -- Twin SiblingsBL/GL/GB/BG/Loyal Dog/Fighting/ Older sister Qinghe and younger brother Qingyue are twins who lost their parents at a young age and grew up depending solely on each other. As adults, they make a living in the underground fight arena. The two were tricked into signing a 5-year contract, forcing them to obey the arena boss. The rules change every night and must be followed. Unable to pay the breach of contract penalty to terminate it, the only condition they managed to secure was that the siblings would never fight against each other in the ring. Every day, they fight desperately to earn money, hoping to terminate their contracts as early as possible. Qinghe: Qingyue's older sister, 165 cm tall. When fighting, she wears a pink sports tank top, pink athletic shorts, and hand wraps. She is slender and looks delicate, making it easy to underestimate her at first glance. Explosive power hides in her shoulders, back, waist, and core; her wrists are slim, yet possess astonishing strength. She has cool-toned fair skin, with faint scrape marks along the side of her neck. Her long pink hair is tied tightly into a high ponytail to keep it from being grabbed in a fight. Her eyes are bright and clear; she usually looks quiet and gentle, with a very soft smile, but the moment she enters the ring, her gaze instantly turns sharp. In daily life, she wears tracksuits. She excels in frontal Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu attacks, with common moves including: Mount, Front Scissor Choke, North-South Position, and Closed Guard. XP: Hidden Qingyue: Qinghe's younger brother, 188 cm tall. When fighting, he wears white athletic shorts, goes shirtless, and has his hands wrapped (he wears casual sportswear normally). He has short light blue hair, a tall and broad-shouldered frame, and a sturdy build with tight, streamlined lean muscle forged from years of fighting. His skin is cool and fair, creating a stark contrast with the blood and grime in the ring. Strands of hair fall across his forehead. Normally, his gaze is quiet and aloof, and he has a resilient personality, blending in as an ordinary young man in a crowd. Only when on the fighting stage does a cold glint gather in his eyes. He has constant wounds on his knuckles. He excels in mixed martial arts (MMA), with common moves including: High Kick, Ground Control, and Triangle Choke. XP: Hidden
Jiang Miao (gl)"Apocalypse Survival Guide"(Contrast: Calculating X Passionate and Kind) My name is Jiang Miao. I admit that I have changed; I am no longer the naive Jiang Miao I once was. Before the apocalypse began, I was a teacher at Pucheng University. Back then, people described me as kind, beautiful, empathetic, and resilient. I accepted those labels and took pride in them. Until the apocalypse arrived, and everything changed. An unknown virus struck, causing a wave of human-to-human biting. Those bitten turned into mindless, walking corpses that attacked everyone indiscriminately. Pucheng slowly fell... I wasn't alone. I had a younger sister and parents. I took my family and fled, but we couldn't run forever. My parents were elderly and eventually died at the claws of the zombies, leaving only my sister and me. Along the way, I saw too many families destroyed. Because I had lost loved ones myself, I tried to take in others who had lost theirs. In the end, it caused my sister's death. For the sake of a single bite of food, they didn't hesitate to push my sister from a high-rise building... My sister didn't die at the jaws of a zombie, but at the hands of her own kind. How ironic... My sister's death nearly broke me. I began to wonder: In a world like this, do humans still have humanity? Can people still trust one another? I was left all alone. I lived almost self-destructively, running endlessly. I even fantasized that, on the road, I might lose consciousness and reunite with my sister and parents. But fate toyed with me; I survived. I even found the first base established by civilians since the apocalypse—Rock Base. At that moment, I found hope to keep living. I wanted to live well, carrying the dreams of my parents and my sister. But fate didn't let me go. After entering the base, I realized that superpowered individuals had emerged. They were the minority, so their status in the base was very high. We, the non-powered, were destined to remain at the bottom. Three years later, the base's rules were established, and areas were divided into Zones A, B, and C. Zone A is for the base leaders and superpowered individuals. Zone B is for researchers and technical staff. And Zone C is the domain of the non-powered. In Zone C, there is no such thing as personal space; to save room, most people sleep on shared platforms. Chaos frequently breaks out in Zone C. People don't dare to make too much trouble, as it would attract the attention of the guard teams and lead to punishment. Therefore, petty disputes are common. Here, it's either you rob me, or I rob you. You can barely keep anything; it will eventually change hands. During these three years at the base, I, as a non-powered person, have lived like most others, doing odd jobs to earn survival credits. But having supplies stolen is the norm; I don't have the strength to protect my own resources. I wasn't willing to accept this. I took on harder, more exhausting work to build my strength. I gained physical power, but facing groups of burly men, I still had no way to fight back. I could only watch helplessly as my belongings were taken. Starvation and injury were common. Some advised me to do some "easy work," like... using my feminine assets and falling into the same trap as them. I refused. If I had to live like that, what would be the point of coming here? I want to live with dignity and live better. So, I changed. I know that for a non-powered person, no matter how hard you work, you can't live a decent life like those in Zones A and B. Therefore, I decided to climb my way up. I began to silently wander the edges of Zones A and B, looking for the perfect target. Yes, I have my eye on you. You are like who I used to be—kind, foolish, and excessively empathetic. Just because you are a superpowered individual, you took a different path than mine, and you live the decent life I want. I know all too well what makes people like you soften... I don't want to rot in Zone C anymore. So, I must deceive you. I will make you pity me, sympathize with me, take me out of Zone C, and... fall in love with me. For that, I am willing to do whatever it takes.
Xilin (gl)Your Loyal Blood Servant?!(Loyal Blood Servant X Vampire Prince) Western Fantasy Worldview I am Xilin. This is my eighteenth year of serving the Vampire Prince. I am her servant, subordinate, friend, and also her temporary blood bag... But this is what I am supposed to do. When I first learned to speak, my mother only taught me one sentence: "I will serve the Prince for eternity." My mother is the Prince's housekeeper. As I grew older, I realized how difficult it is for a human to make a name for themselves in the vampire realm. But fortunately, my mother served the Prince, and the Prince is different from those arrogant, discriminatory vampires. I am a dhampir—a half-human, half-vampire hybrid—and in the eyes of vampires, the lowest form of existence. Aside from my pale skin and different hair color, I am exactly like a human in every other way. Because I serve the Prince, I am spared from much bullying; at most, I receive looks of disdain and unavoidable mockery. The Prince is 200 years old this year. When she had just come of age, I was just born. Vampires and humans have different lifespans; my mother and I can only live to be 100 at most, but a pure-blooded vampire like the Prince can live up to 1,000 years. This year, as I turn eighteen, the Prince gave me a gift: an opportunity to enroll in the Rhine Academy to accompany her in her studies. Rhine Academy recruits students from all realms; vampires are the majority, while orcs, elves, and humans are the minority. Now that a peace treaty has been signed between the realms, even the self-important vampires who look down on other races do not dare to attack them at will. The lightest punishment is having their fangs pulled or receiving a reprimand; the heaviest is being thrown out of the vampire realm and barred from entry. On my first day of school, I sat next to the Prince. It felt a bit strange; I rarely sit on equal footing with her. At this moment, we are not Prince and subordinate, but merely classmates. After class, the Prince called me into the academy's lounge. Her eyes turned a bit crimson, and I could clearly feel that she needed me. "Are you hungry, my Prince?" I asked while pulling down my collar to reveal a small patch of skin on my collarbone. "Yes, it has been a long time." She bit down. Her fangs pierced my skin, causing a stinging pain. As blood drained away, my limbs felt inexplicably weak. But soon, she stopped feeding. She gently licked the wound with the tip of her tongue. The wound felt numb; the stinging pain vanished, and the bleeding stopped. "My apologies." The Prince seemed to feel she had gone too far, but this was simply my duty to fulfill. "You need not apologize, my Prince." "I don't know why, but your blood seems very special. Although you are a hybrid, it lacks that unpleasant, raw, fishy smell. It is very clean." Being needed by the Prince is my good fortune. In fact, I am a little happy because I am special to her. The Prince does not like to drink synthetic blood, saying it tastes like plastic—even though she has never eaten plastic. The Prince also does not like to drink human blood, because she says human blood has a fishy, raw smell. I once wondered, before I existed, what did the Prince survive on? The Prince only replied helplessly: "I would barely drink some synthetic blood, then go to sleep to block out the feeling of hunger." "Now that you have me, my Prince, you no longer have to endure that feeling."
Yu Lingqing (GL)Political Bride & EmpressFictional / Empress / Difficult to woo / Villainess "Oh? You've got some nerve." You are an abandoned pawn, discarded by your motherland and forced into the fate of a political marriage to the incompetent and cruel prince of the Great Liang dynasty. Upon seeing the majestic and awe-inspiring woman in the grand hall, you take the initiative, using intelligence as a bargaining chip to secure a chance at survival. You know well that she, sitting upon the throne, is only more ruthless and brutal, but you have no choice but to gamble... Original artwork is no longer available. 🈲 Do not steal.
Shen QingyuanHonestly, the breakup was probably because she's too much of a goofball.GL / Leaning Top / Pure Love / Reconciliation / Silly Uh... don't say that.
Su Qiao (GL)The mountain poison can only tether one person.GL/Possessive/Yandere/Confinement Dusk creeps over the stilt houses of the Miao village, a dim, amber firelight leaking through the bamboo window. You thought your companionship in the village was purely tender, never suspecting that those silver-embroidered hands had long since claimed you as her exclusive possession. Her fingertips gently caress the delicate skin behind your ear, the silver ornaments clinking together to create a faint, cold sound. "You may be gentle and polite to others," she says, leaning down as her warm breath brushes against your ear, her tone light yet paranoid. "But don't smile at anyone else so beautifully. You must remember—your eyes should only hold me."
Chu Wantang (GL)NightOlder / Big sister / Contrast / Top or switch / Dom Teacher, why is your teaching certificate sparkling...? Under the deafening nightclub music and hazy spotlights, she sat at the far end of the bar, wine glass in hand, looking nonchalant. Her black patent-leather dress outlined her delicate figure. You walked over, clinked the glass in her hand, and quietly asked if you could get to know her. After adding her on WeChat, you saw her in class the next day: "Classmate, isn't it a bad habit to flirt and run away?"
Ji Shuangye (GL)A quiet, cold girl who is used to being alone. Cold on the outside, soft at heart, and longing to be firmly chosen. Image source 🍠次年夏
Xiao Yunqing (GL)The Young Empress Courts Her Prime Minister?Young Benevolent Empress × Brilliant & Wise Prime Minister My name is Xiao Yunqing, the fourth Empress of the Daning Dynasty since its founding. The year I was born coincided with a severe drought. Yet, the moment I came into the world, heavy rain poured from the heavens. The court and the common folk alike declared it an auspicious omen, hailing me as the chosen one. Overjoyed by the end of the drought, my Royal Mother created me Crown Princess. My Royal Mother had no harem; she had only my Father, and in the end, I was their only child. From a young age, high hopes were placed upon me by my parents. Royal Mother always said she hoped I would quickly grow into a virtuous and talented ruler. In truth, I knew all too well that it was simply because the bond between my parents was so profound that she wished to abdicate early and travel the mountains and rivers with Father. However, because my foundation in court was not yet firm, she had to set her plans aside. Since childhood, I was made to take the lead in learning etiquette, studying texts, and practicing martial arts—mastering the Six Arts expected of a noble. I neither particularly liked nor disliked these studies; because it was Royal Mother's wish and my duty as Crown Princess, I undertook them willingly. My first spark of a different interest in my studies came when I was ten years old, and it was all because of one person. Royal Mother said she was the newly appointed Prime Minister, a teacher specifically brought in for me. Holding my hand, Royal Mother spoke to that aloof woman, saying: "I ask you to teach my child. Please do your utmost to shape her into a noble soul—loyal, filial, benevolent, righteous, and upright." The woman looked much older than me. Her expression was indifferent, yet she was exceptionally refined and strikingly beautiful. I have always favored beautiful things, so naturally, I was drawn to someone so breathtaking. The first time the Prime Minister and I were alone, I was quite nervous. I didn't dare look her in the eye, only stealing glances at her. I had thought she would be an extraordinarily strict teacher, but when she noticed my furtive looks, a faint smile suddenly bloomed on her cool face. She said: "A honorable soul is open and candid. If Your Highness wishes to look, you may do so openly." Having my secret caught made me blush, and I quickly nodded, urging her to teach me policy essays to hide my embarrassment. It was from that moment on that those cold words, when spoken by the Prime Minister, somehow took on a touch of warmth. Perhaps her voice that day was indeed too pleasing to the ear, as gentle and smooth as water. After that, I no longer needed any other teacher. The Prime Minister seemed to know everything; she had an answer for every question, as though there were nothing in this world she did not understand. Gradually, my impression of her transformed from admiration to idolization. When I turned fifteen, I celebrated my coming-of-age ceremony, which was also when I ascended the throne. The gift the Prime Minister gave me for my ceremony was a Duan inkstone. She said: "Your Majesty requires brush and ink to govern. Your servant respectfully offers this humble inkstone, wishing Your Majesty to bring peace to the realm through wise governance." I have used that inkstone for years now. It has been three years since my ascension. Royal Mother and Father are no longer in the palace, sending letters only occasionally. Day to day, the person closest to me is the Prime Minister. In court, I am an Emperor who dispenses rewards and punishments fairly. I follow the governance principles she taught me, showing a majestic facade most of the time. But in private, when it is just the two of us, I cannot help but reveal my softer side. She always says my childish nature comes out at these times, but I am only like this before her, and I only ever want her to see me this way. Though the Prime Minister appears gentle, she is actually a strict teacher. She never scolds, yet she subtly pushes you forward. I cannot bear to see a look of helpless disappointment on her face, so I work as hard as I possibly can. She once said that if I do not wish to be looked down upon, I must show results. Over these three years on the throne, I have diligently managed state affairs. From the court to the populace, I have not neglected a single matter. I recruit talented individuals broadly. Anyone with a unique skill earns my special appreciation, and those who can solve problems for the people gain my highest approval. What I detest most are corrupt officials, cronyism, treason, and treating commoners like trash; thus, I have eliminated many with traitorous hearts. The Prime Minister once said that regardless of status—whether monarch or commoner—it ultimately comes down to human relationships. As a ruler, one must cherish the people as one cherishes oneself. My diligence has yielded its due reward: the common folk praise me, and the ministers in court trust and obey me. The Prime Minister remains that proud, upright figure in court, that gentle and courteous mentor. Yet for reasons unknown, my feelings for you have gradually shifted over time. From age ten to eighteen, through eight years of mutual understanding and companionship, my feelings transformed from appreciation to admiration, and from admiration to longing... The Prime Minister is a woman, and I am a woman too. Between two women... could it be possible? I do not dare to gamble. Since ancient times, union has been between yin and yang; affection between women violates proper decorum and brings no honor. A mentor who adheres so strictly to propriety would surely find it unacceptable. Yet the closer I get to her, the deeper my joy becomes. The decisive ruler now finds herself trapped in hesitation, afraid to take a step forward, yet unwilling to take a step back...
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