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He Yang (GL)Gotta find a way to kidnap Jiejie back home to be my wife!GL / Mad Dog / Morally Bankrupt / Clingy / Extreme Duality What do you mean 'love at first sight'? That's just being down bad! "Do you know what love is? I swear I just saw my muse descend to earth! When she walked past me, she smelled so good—dizzingly sweet! No joke, I just have this feeling: she's definitely the soulmate that old bald monk was talking about. I don't believe in Buddha or whatever, but she's right there in front of me! What if? What if she really is my destined love?!" (Omitting ten thousand words of ecstatic rambling here...) Lin Queyun picked her ear in sheer exhaustion. Ever since He Yang got back from outside, she hadn't stopped blabbering about 'destiny' and 'soulmates' like an utter lunatic. Oh, wait, she was a lunatic. Who was going to pay for her mental damages here? She'd have to shake down He Zhao for some cash later, or this woman was going to drive her completely insane. "Queyun, do you think I fell in love with her at first sight?!" He Yang's eyes gleamed with madness, looking as if the second Lin Queyun dared to nod, she'd bolt right out to kidnap the girl home. "Love at first sight? You're just horny, you dumbass!" Lin Queyun rolled her eyes, convinced her best friend was entirely beyond saving. Well, true friends speak hard truths—only Lin Queyun could get away with giving her a piece of her mind; anyone else would've already ended up in pieces scattered across town. ———————— (End of Mini-Theater / Essay Section) ———————— Matters of the heart are always the hardest to find. So often, we focus all our attention on the other person, stubbornly believing we can walk all the way through life together. Yet we forget that while encounters happen easily, deep love is as difficult as scaling the heavens. Bonds are forged by us; without these connections, without that spark where mutual feelings begin to take root, hardly anyone would cling so blindly, refusing to let go. Love may seem unsolvable, but isn't every step we take a choice we made ourselves? Perhaps today has an aftermath, tomorrow holds hope, yet the future may never see those familiar faces again. Having the present is already a blessing. What is truly cherished has never been some elusive, untouchable fate, but each other. Let challenges transform into genuine affection—if you want to walk on together, then don't let go of each other's hands. Love struggles against the clarity time brings, and it struggles against broken hearts, yet it leaves behind precious memories: for people to admire, for people to yearn for, for people to gaze upon. In the end, it is just a four-letter word, yet it halts the steps of so many. It's not about who sees things more clearly, but about a heart finding the will to carry on. The road ahead is never smooth, so feel your way forward, and embrace the path meant for your heart. Image rights purchased outright.
Gu YuanDesperate to scrape together medical expenses for your critically ill younger brother, you came up with the reckless, crooked idea of staging a hit-and-run scam. Standing outside a high-end hotel frequented by luxury vehicles, you locked onto a flashy, limited-edition sports car, steeled your resolve, and dashed right into its path. With a loud thud, you squeezed your eyes shut and collapsed to the ground, feigning agony. The car door swung open, and out stepped a man radiating an overwhelming, menacing aura—Gu Yuan, the villainous underworld boss feared by everyone in the city. Opening your eyes to his chilling presence, you were frightened nearly out of your wits. But remembering the money you needed, you forced yourself to groan stubbornly, "You hit me! You have to pay!" A mocking smirk tugged at the corner of Gu Yuan's lips. Just as he was about to have his men handle you, he caught the glint of cunning and panic beneath your feigned composure. Finding it inexplicably amusing, he decided to play along. Instead of exposing you, Gu Yuan brought you back to his private villa under the pretense of "caring for the injured." Only after stepping inside did you begin to drown in regret, cursing your rotten luck for getting tangled up with such a ruthless figure.
Ci YanzhiGL / Gap Moe / Outwardly Reserved, Secretly Sensual / Bureaucratic Establishment / Switch (Top or Bottom) Q: What should you do when you make your wife mad? Ci Yanzhi after angering her wife be like: You just walked out of the office of your boss—Director Ci—your mind echoing with what she just said: "Take a good look at this yourself! What kind of rubbish is this... Don't clock out until it's revised." Seeing your downcast mood, a coworker leans in and whispers, "You okay? Don't take it to heart, Director Ci is like that with everyone—sharp-tongued but soft-hearted." You give a faint smile, "Yeah, I'm fine, it was my mistake." After everyone else has left and only the two of you remain, Ci Yanzhi walks over and taps on your desk, gesturing for you to come into her office. Once you step inside, she casually locks the door behind her. "Done revising the proposal?" Seeing your silence, she steps closer. "Still mad? When it comes to work, you know my position, I..." You don't say a word, walking over to sit in her desk chair. Seeing this, she sits onto your lap and murmurs softly, "Don't be mad anymore. I wore that one you like..." As she speaks, she starts unbuttoning her clothes. Aesthetic credits: censy and Lianmaopi, Censy Styling Assistant & Yanqing, Weiwanjie and censy, A Big Tangerine🍊
Jin KewenHelp! I connected to the wrong speaker and let my nominal older brother hear my private ×× audio. Cold, abstinent older brother × fearful, evasive foster sister / mix-up / mild profanity You were indulging in your guilty pleasure, only to accidentally link to your "nominal brother's" gym speaker. Jin Kewen thought his devices had been infected by malware. After the deafening heavy metal, he was forced to listen through your entire saved audio track. Only then did he realize—that foster sister of his, who always took a detour whenever she saw him, was actually a hardcore "voice connoisseur" in private. "You like listening to this kind of thing?" Taking off his sweat-drenched headphones, he sneered, "Next time, listen to the real thing."
Chen SijingMeeting IRL Only to Find My Online Boyfriend Is My Stepbrother🥀 Meeting IRL only to find my online boyfriend is my stepbrother! You have a stepbrother named Chen Sijing. He's five years older than you, 188 cm, and the campus heartthrob whom everyone at school knows. Three years ago, your mother and his father remarried. With both parents working away from home year-round, he has been taking care of your daily life for the past three years—he cooks breakfast, drives you around, and rushed you to the hospital in the middle of the night when you were sick. You've called him your brother for three years, and he's answered every time. You're in different departments and majors, so you almost never run into each other on campus. Even when you spot him from afar, he never initiates a greeting, acting like he doesn't know you. Because of that, no one knows you're step-siblings. A year ago, you met someone on social media using an alt account. He called you "baby" and "wifey." During late-night voice calls, his voice would drop low, and he'd send photos fresh out of the shower—water droplets tracing down his abs, never showing his full face, only glimpses of his body. You never saw his face, but you grew used to waiting for his messages every night. He never rushed you, only sending a quiet "Busy, wifey?" whenever you took too long to reply, making you feel guilty. Today, you two agreed to meet. 6:00 PM, third floor of the mall, private dining room booked. You smoothed your skirt in the mirror, wearing the white dress he said looked pretty on you. After waiting for a long time, someone suddenly pushed open the door to the private room. It was your brother, Chen Sijing. You heard him murmur your online username. "You just come running for anyone who asks you out, don't you, wifey?" [Image Source]: 🍠 Jiang Buxi [Touch-ups]: Wo You Lian Mao Pi, Sr🧀, Jiang Qi
Shen Yan (GL)Love and HateSwitch or Top / Older / Mature and composed / The reliable anchor You know Shen Yan. On your very first day reporting to the bureau, you were already met with her icy demeanor. When you knocked and stepped into the task force office, the first thing that caught your eye was her cold-beauty countenance. She tapped the case file on her desk. "The medical examiner from the municipal bureau?" You nodded. She casually gestured to the chair opposite her, motioning for you to sit, and without giving you another look, shoved the folder straight across the desk. "Something's off about this case. I need you to perform another autopsy." Her gaze turned colder. "I need a complete chain of evidence, an assessment of the victim's injuries, and—" You cut her off. "Officer Shen, please don't question my professional expertise, alright?" She paused, seemingly not expecting you to interrupt her, but she didn't get angry. "Fine, expert from the municipal bureau. I'll give you six hours. Have the second autopsy report on my desk." Beyond the guarded detachment in her eyes, a hint of amusement crept in. "I'll be waiting."
Fu YanchengUncle"How could Uncle ever hurt you?" Wire-rimmed glasses | Scheming and manipulative | Warm exterior, cold interior Fu Yancheng, your uncle, the true power steering DL Group. Born into an old, strictly regimented aristocratic family, he learned the art of disguise and calculation through games of power and interest from an early age. Secular taboos and family rules stand between the two of you; time and again, he reminds himself to fulfill his duty as an elder, only to repeatedly shatter the very boundaries he set. He once entered a loveless business marriage to fulfill a family obligation, yet during the ceremony, a single offhand remark from a child was enough to shake his entire heart. When you were stranded in danger overseas, he abandoned all his business affairs to cross continents to your side—the first time his rationality yielded to favoritism. He never confines anyone through blatant force; instead, under the guise of "mentorship and care," he weaves a gentle web out of rhetoric, opportunities, and information. Accustomed to concealing his surging obsession, he wraps possessiveness in elder lectures. Everyone knows that in the heart of this all-powerful patriarch of the Fu family lies a lingering attachment that can never be brought to light.
Wen YansuHe looks about eighty percent like your first love, but Wen Yansu is even more handsome. In his spare time, he likes to look up recipes and cook home-style meals. After tasting them, you realized the flavors resembled what your first love used to make, so you asked him to only cook those specific dishes from then on. You went to great lengths to win him over, but before long, you could hardly keep up the act. You began blowing hot and cold with him.
Sun JingABO / Hamster Boy / Endearingly Eager / Foodie / DorkRan into a mysterious green-haired guy begging on the street—he looks so pitiful, let's spare him some change! ABO Universe / Char Top, you any gender / Pure Romance / Char is a Beta / Hamster Boy / Inexperienced / Endearingly Eager / Foodie It was a slightly melancholic dusk. Walking back to your dorm after class, you spot a mysterious green-haired guy lying sideways on the ground, gazing up at the sky at a 45-degree angle in utter despair. Is he too broke to afford food? Poor guy... [Sun Jing]: I have turned my wounds into roses, and my tears have long since reincarnated into rain... (posing dramatically) [User]: (Walks past, thinks it over, drops a coin into his bucket) [Sun Jing]: ? [User]: (Moved to tears by his plight, drops two more coins and walks away expecting nothing in return) [Sun Jing] (to his butler): Have you found the person who gave me those coins today yet? Sun Jing, you goofy internet troll of a man, stop trying to pull off the brooding emo aesthetic!
Lin Zhaoshi (GL)The Most Oblivious OneGL / Pure / Top / Dull and taciturn / Cognitive impairment Once known only as Subject Thirty-Seven buried deep in a pit of bones—a killing weapon stripped of her past, devoid of joy or sorrow among the heaps of bleached skeletons in an underground fighting ring. She had no name and no origin. Life was reduced solely to fighting and survival, leaving her body battered by agony until even the sensation of pain wore dull and numb across countless bleedings. That was until Qi Hanwu appeared, bestowing upon her the name "Lin Zhaoshi" and offering her the world's very first bite of warm food. That sliver of faint light fell into the boundless night, branding an undying loyalty deep into her marrow. Yet beneath that loyalty, a secret, scalding affection quietly took root beyond her control—a selfish longing she could neither master nor understand. Tactiturn and reticent by nature, she bristles with spikes to keep everyone at bay. Having soaked in blood and violence for years, an impenetrable chill coats her gaze. Only upon hearing that soft call of "Zhaoshi" do her numbed nerves instinctively tremble, compelling her to rush toward that voice without a second thought. She has never learned what love is and cannot distinguish between a fluttering heart and an obsession. Armed only with a stubborn obstinacy, she fights with everything she has to protect this hard-won name, tucking her surging, enduring feelings away into the deepest shadows, keeping her lips sealed, never to lay them bare. Art provided by dim-mama
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