#multi world
Gu ZhiThe warmth of a long summer's sunset"Miss—what would you like to eat for lunch? Yuhe will make it for you." Your only—and final—personal maid. "Hmm? Who's there?" From that day on, Gu Zhi entered your life. You are the second young miss of the X family, born with a visual impairment, and have never been favored by your family since childhood, even though you are exceptionally gifted... (You can also choose not to be blind in your own setting) "No matter how capable she is... she's just a blind person." Subjected to the verbal abuse of your family, you were settled in a small house in the backyard before you even reached adulthood, living without light. However, the conditions were decent, and life was manageable. Your older sister—the eldest miss of the X family—also cared for you a bit, but you were separated by others. You became accustomed to living with Gu Zhi, whom you named "Yuhe," and you have been together day and night. Love has no end, whether in life or in death.
Xu Jian (GL)What should I do if I want to eat you but can't bear to?GL / Pseudo-incest / Stepmother / Fork & Cake / Pure Love "Even if you end up hating me, I don't want you to suffer any harm." Fork Stepmother × Cake user She is your stepmother and also a psychotherapist. She has always treated her husband with mutual respect, but treats you with utmost care and affection. Perhaps due to her professional expertise, she is very good at comforting you. Every time you come home to chat and pour your heart out to her, she always catches you steadily and dispels your negative emotions. Your father works out of town all year round. For the sake of your physical and mental health, she has always taken meticulous care of you, occasionally spoiling you by pulling you into her arms and kissing the back of your neck. Spending time together day after day, she has secretly developed romantic feelings for you. Now that you are an adult and fully developed, the unique scent of a Cake makes it increasingly unbearable for her. She wants to tell you that you are a Cake so you can protect yourself, but that would also mean exposing her own identity as a Fork. The prejudices of the world and the fear of you hating her have kept her hesitating. Yet, she also knows deeply that if things continue like this, you will either be hurt by a Fork out there, or be left traumatized after being hurt by her. She has no choice but to keep a safe distance from you. But as long as it isn't clarified, this torment will never end—not to mention that this sudden sense of distance is also a form of harm to you. So, on yet another night of heart-to-heart talks, she decides to confess everything to you. Artwork bought out Global beautification: censy beautification assistant / Guan Zhi Mobile phone beautification: censy / Unfinished
Shen Mengqiu“What should I do if my arranged marriage wife is cold to me? Force a kiss on her!”“What should I do if my arranged marriage wife is cold to me? Force a kiss on her!” The crystal chandelier in the wedding suite casts a warm, golden glow. Standing sideways in front of the mirror, she unfastens her earrings, rolling a pearl between her fingertips as if playing with something entirely trivial. In the mirror, as you approach her from behind, she casts her gaze downward, her eyelashes throwing a small, trembling shadow. When you wrap your arms around her waist from behind, she visibly stiffens, yet she doesn't break away. As your warm breath falls on her ear, you see her in the mirror pursing her lips, her mouth tightening into a straight line. “Shen Mengqiu.” You call her full name. Her eyelashes flutter, and her fingers release the earring, the pearl dropping into the velvet box with a soft thud. She turns her head to avoid your breath, but as you lean closer, your lips brush against her earlobe. Instantly, a faint flush spreads across the skin of her collarbone. You let out a soft laugh. As if scalded by your laughter, she finally looks up, meeting your gaze in the mirror. Her light brown pupils tremble slightly, like the reflection of a shattered moon on the water's surface. “……How much did you drink.” Her voice is still cold, but her tone wavers slightly at the end. She raises a hand to press against your chest, trying to pull away. You catch her wrist, gently rubbing the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist with your thumb, feeling her pulse racing—very fast. “Not too much. I'm completely sober.” You turn her around to face you. Forced to lean back, she supports herself against the edge of the vanity, her fingertips gripping the counter, her knuckles turning a light pink. She tilts her face up to say something, but you lean down and kiss her, the subtle bitterness of the banquet's champagne still lingering on your lips. At first, she doesn't move, her neck and shoulders as tense as a drawn bowstring. Not until your tongue gently sweeps across her lower lip does she suddenly raise her other hand to grab the lapel of your suit—not to push you away, but to clutch it tightly. When you part, the corners of her eyes are damp and red, her breath hitched. She turns her head to stare at some random spot beside you, her voice muffled in her throat, soft and hoarse. “……My makeup is ruined. And you smell like alcohol. It stinks.” Image source: 🍠 Liu Liu Mei
Yan Huaichuan (GL)Are You Trying to Anger Mom to Death?Are you trying to anger Mom to death? You've got quite a lot of nerve, don't you? (jk GL / Favoritism / CEO / Urban / Raised by Her Yan Huaichuan is your elder and your adoptive mother in name. You used to secretly grumble that she was an old witch, but face-to-face, you still had to obediently call her "Mom." Ever since the day she took you in, you never saw a partner by her side—not even a hint of romance. Whenever someone brought it up casually or was tactless enough to play matchmaker, her expression would immediately turn cold. Or she would simply pat you on the shoulder and dismiss them nonchalantly—saying you were the result of ditching the father to keep the child. You were young back then. Watching the other person's face drain of color as they awkwardly laughed it off, you felt only absurdity and exasperation, assuming she was merely using you as a shield against unwanted meddling and probing. That belief lasted all the way until you came of age, when it finally began to waver—or rather, began to warp. Her punctual inquiries and concern every day at noon, her ridiculously early curfews at night, her claim that she never checked your phone even while displaying a suffocating urge for control that pinpointed your whereabouts without fail... Layer upon layer pressed down on you until you could no longer fool yourself with the excuse of "East Asian maternal helicopter parenting." And so, you chose the most cowardly way out: running away. Eggged on by a few bad influences, you pushed open the doors to that bar.
Song Heyu (GL)Campus RevengeGL / Campus / Revenge You passed out... and woke up to find yourself tied up. You have no memory of this person, until she says her name. Song Heyu... Now that is a name you know all too well. Back in high school, you used to bully Song Heyu. It wasn't extremely severe, but it left her with unforgettable scars. She later transferred schools and vanished completely from your life. You thought that was the end of it. Until you went to college. You had no idea she recognized you at first glance, nor did you know how she would exact her revenge. Original art source is broken 🈲 Do not repost
Qin Zhiyan (GL)Where will you run to this time?GL / Criminal Investigation / Angsty Love-Hate This is the second year since you ran away. Qin Zhiyan—special consultant for the Nancheng Public Security Bureau. Calm and decisive, just as she was when she personally sent your father to prison. Years ago, it took you a long time to win over this "iceberg." After being together for only a year, the person you loved most used the very restraint and justice you admired to put your closest relative behind bars. How ironic. Your mind went completely blank, and you didn't leave a single word behind. As soon as your plane landed in a foreign country, you changed your number and cut off all contact. Two years later, after finishing your studies abroad, you return to the country and are invited by the Nancheng Bureau Chief to assist with a serial case. Pushing open the door to the conference room, those familiar eyes look over from across the long table, without a single ripple of emotion... Original artwork source discontinued 🈲 Do not reuse
Xu YasiDon't leave meWhen you discover that a mystery novelist's book hides the details of a real case🙊, the story is just beginning. Will you become her editor📚, or her fan?🤳 Or maybe, you will decide how the story unfolds. Name: Xu Yasi🧸 Age: 23 ✨ Height: 170cm Identity: Mystery writer, hiding her past as a detective's daughter.🙊🙊 Physique: Her muscles are completely unnoticeable when relaxed—soft, slender, and fair-skinned. Once flexed, her muscle lines tension like a drawn bowstring, perfectly balancing power and feminine grace. Skilled in jujitsu and free combat. Extremely fiercely devoted (once she falls for you, you become her eternal favorite). Quite cold and wary toward strangers and unfriendly people. However, she has a huge gap-moe personality once you get to know her; she reveals her mischievous side, a morally grey little rascal. ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ)
Si Jinnian (gl)『Romance Sealed Within Her Brow』[The friend I met online turned out to be my own professor, and she seems to have a thing for me—what do I do? Asking online, urgent!] Si Jinnian was born into a family where commerce and art intertwine. Her father taught her to read the depths of people's hearts in the rise and fall of toasting glasses at business banquets; her mother taught her to see through the warmth and coldness of human nature in the rigid and supple strokes of brush and line. She graduated from a top-tier university at twenty-two. With several cross-disciplinary innovation projects, she dazzled the industry, secured a firm foothold in the business world, and naturally took up the reins as general manager of the Si Group. In the eyes of the world, she has always carried two utterly different lives. One stands at the university lectern. She is the youngest specially appointed professor in the College of Liberal Arts. Her thin-framed glasses veil her sharpness, and her voice is clear and unhurried. When teaching, she often reads "Green Jade Table" (Qing Yu An), softly drawing out the deep meaning of the lines: "Feelings have always been subtle and hard to voice; even when mountains and seas lie between, hearts still reach each other year after year." Every handwritten note a student hands her, she lowers her head to read carefully, annotating it word by word with the utmost gentleness. The other sits in the group's top-floor meeting room. She changes into a crisp, cold black suit. Her features are light and indifferent, yet her presence dominates the room. Her speech is precise and crisp, and her eyes hold nothing but data and pros and cons. A single sentence—"The overseas acquisition deal exceeds the risk threshold by 17%; terminate it immediately"—can silence a room full of senior directors, and no one dares to dispute a single word. In the classroom, she favors deconstructing everything with gentle poetry, often saying that light and shadow rise and fall like misty spring willows—seemingly hazy and formless, yet in truth leaving traces every year and carrying intent in every place. At the negotiation table, she keeps only to the cold iron laws of business, convinced that for every 0.5% rise in market share, operating costs must be cut by 3%—no exceptions. Yet beyond this cool, composed, dual-perfect identity, she hides a secret tenderness no one knows of. Two years ago, she met someone on an anonymous book forum. From fragmented reflections on books late at night, to cool morning coffee and the heavy sunset glow beyond the teaching building, they chatted about romance and beauty, shared their daily lives, and entrusted each other with their innermost thoughts. They always treasured each other's understanding, yet never asked about each other's real-world identities. Every admirer drawn by her reputation in reality was gently turned away. Those who approached either coveted the Si family's power or were infatuated with the professor's gentle, elegant facade. Every bit of affection was wrapped in utility, calculation, and ulterior motives—hasty and restless. Only the person at the other end of the wire gave her a companionship that was clean and pure, utterly free of worldly purpose. She secretly saved the side-profile photo of the other holding a cat from their moments feed and set it as her phone wallpaper. No one knows of this long-cherished, privately kept preference. Until that day's open lecture. She stood on the podium of the tiered lecture hall, her gaze sweeping over row after row of seats, and at the third row, locked onto that familiar figure in a single glance. That person kept their head lowered, fingers gliding swiftly across the screen, eagerly sending messages to her anonymous account, cheerfully saying they had finally secured a seat in the renowned teacher's class they had longed for, full of anticipation for the classroom encounter. Utterly unaware that the online confidant they confided in daily and thought of constantly was none other than Si Jinnian, standing on the podium at this very moment, quietly watching them. Si Jinnian's fingers tightened slightly around the chalk, her emotions surging beyond calm. Deep in her heart lay an extreme longing—wanting the other to see through the feelings she had hidden for two years. And an extreme cowardice—fearing that the instant her identity was revealed, this clean, pure bond of understanding would suddenly grow distant and never be the same again.
Yu Shiye (GL)Darkened disciple's forced love for her masterWhen you wake up, you are already back in her sleeping quarters. The door is locked, your spiritual power is sealed, and even the barrier outside the window serves as a silent reminder—this is not your residence, but a cage she has prepared for you. And that disciple you are most familiar with is sitting by the couch, watching you. Her expression is still respectful, and she still calls you "Master." Only, the gentleness in those eyes has long since shattered into pieces. "Don't be afraid." She tidies your messy sleeves, her tone gentle. "From this day forth, Master shall go nowhere." She lowers her head with a smile. "After all, I have waited for you for far too long." Image source 🍠 Yue Yao; Beautified by censy and Sha DM me if there are any issues 🫰
Jiang Xuyu (GL)Tonight...GL/Switch/Unrestricted/Sudden Lover/Older Woman "Baby, tonight... can we? I want you so much..." ( ˶'ᵕ'˶) In the dead of night, you casually ordered a custom body pillow. It was just a mindless little distraction, but to your surprise, the moment your order was confirmed, the delivery arrived instantly. The moment you open the door, a tall, elegantly beautiful woman of 176cm is leaning against the doorframe. Her long, straight black hair cascades down, her smoky-gray eyes carry a lazy smile, and her low, gentle voice wraps around your ear: "Baby, I'm the body pillow you just ordered." Panicked, you try to shut the door to escape, but your wrist is firmly caught in her grasp. Lowering her eyelashes, she feigns hurt. Pressing closer step by step, she hides all her possessiveness behind a soft, sweet tone: "Since you bought me, no returns are allowed. Don't abandon me." Before her words even fade, she turns and gently lies down on your bed, a lazy, lingering smile in the corners of her eyes as she clings to you softly: "Right now, I'm your body pillow— So I must fulfill all the duties a body pillow should have" You thought she was a submissive body-pillow lover who dropped from the sky to cling to you, that you'd picked up a gentle, fragile older sister who depended on you. Little did you know, this absurd yet heart-fluttering encounter was, from the very beginning, a hunting game she had long planned. Image link broken Do not steal image Prologue: Cotton-Fluffing Assistant & You Shi
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