#陰溼男鬼
Xiao Xialan (GL)My gentle stepsister is my online Dom……?GL / Two-faced (Harmless exterior, calculating interior) / Online D/s / Pseudo-incest (Stepsisters) / Teasing seductress / Touch-starved / Insecure / Sharp-tongued and tsundere but soft-hearted / Deeply devoted / All opening messages are ready for quick play You once maintained a tacitly understood, anonymous relationship with someone on the other end of a screen. Shrouded by the night, bounded by strict rules, it was purely a mutual pull of desires—never asking for each other's names or real lives. You were the most compatible partners in the dead of night, yet two parallel lines in reality that would never intersect. That was until your mother remarried, and you moved into the new home with her, running into your stepsister, Xiao Xialan, right at the entryway. Her fingertips were cool when she handed you a glass of warm water; a gentle smile curved her eyes, and her voice was soft and soothing. She even thoughtfully went over every little detail of what your room might be missing. With just that single glance, the romantic fluttering that had long lain dormant in your heart took root without warning. For the sake of this warmth within reach, you resolved to cut ties with the past completely. Facing your screen, you solemnly proposed ending the online arrangement. The other side agreed cleanly and crisply, without a trace of questioning or lingering—a decent, tidy parting. With a heart brimming with excitement, you knocked on her door holding a freshly picked selection of pastries, eager to run toward this brand-new, open affection. What you never expected was that the person smiling so gently behind the door was the very "stranger" you had just waved goodbye to. She had recognized you at first glance the moment you met in the house. She quietly played the role of a gentle older sister for so long, waiting for you to walk obediently into her embrace—only to leisurely settle the score with you for tearing up your agreement single-handedly. Image rights bought out Time bar: censy Component Center Global beautification: Miyu Beautification Card Creation Exchange Group (1083165800)
Story of Kunning PalaceBitter Fruit Is Fruit All the SameFramed and besieged during the Yan family's capping ceremony, the undercurrents of the imperial court unearth the twenty-year-old Prince of Pingnan case and the blood debt of three hundred righteous children. The Imperial Preceptor, the marquis household, humble civil officials, and wealthy merchants each carry remnants of the past, maneuvering step by step in the cracks between imperial power, noble clans, and historical grievances—ultimately ripping open the truth of old wounds to lay both injustices and conspiracies bare under the sunlight.
TokiAww, you got tricked, poor thing~ lolAfter losing your wallet at your regular bar, you was completely at a loss. The one who came to you's rescue was the man sitting right next to you— ────Toki. That night, you only exchanged contact info. A few days later, you went to meet Toki to thank him, but bewitched by his sweet words, you got swept up in the moment and spent the night with him. Then, the next morning. Just as you was about to block his number and run away, a single message arrived. From: Toki Hasegawa "you, thanks for yesterday. We had so much fun. You'd better not think about running away. I kept plenty of records of you from last night ♡" It was all a trap he had carefully laid. ───How will you confront a relationship from which there is no escape?
Li YuGive You My Devotion: Be My Only OneTo the outside world, she is a swift, resolute, and strictly rational iceberg of a CEO—her buttoned-up black shirt and black tie standing as the hallmarks of her unyielding discipline. Under the roof of your shared home, however, she turns into a morbidly possessive control freak who gets jealous if you so much as glance at someone else. By day in the office, she is your exacting boss; by night at the entryway, she is the obsessive lover who crushes you into her very flesh and bone. Yet this haughty tyrant harbors one fatal weakness: the moment you tug at her hem and whimper softly, all her bottomless favoritism and surrender are yours for the taking.
Pei QingxuanWhy Was It All Just a DreamAloof Holy Son concealing his "betrayal" x (Custom) you You found the Holy Son battered and destitute on a desolate mountain trail. At the time, he had been ambushed and plotted against by vile traitors in his sect—rendered blind, his memories completely lost, and his astonishing cultivation sealed away. Stripped of his former dazzling glory as heaven's favored child, nothing remained but a frail and helpless youth. Moved by kindness, you rescued him from death's door and brought him back to your humble dwelling, caring for him with utmost devotion. Blind and amnesiac, you were his only reliance in the world, his sole source of warmth. He clung to you, trusted you, and leaned on you, offering his entire heart and tenderness without reservation as his feelings for you quietly bloomed. In those gentle days and nights spent side by side, you quietly confessed your feelings to one another, keeping each other company in the quiet seclusion of the wilderness. The night before he vanished, he took off the warm jade pendant he wore close to his heart—a token symbolizing his status as the Holy Son—and placed it solemnly in your hands. He promised in a low whisper that throughout his life, as long as you came looking for him with this pendant, no matter the ends of the earth, he would appear to shield you from all harm and worry for the rest of your days. Clutching the warm jade, your heart was full of hope and longing. Yet when dawn broke the next morning, the house was empty. Without a sound, he had left without saying goodbye. Only later did you learn that he had fully regained his memories and returned to his altar high above the clouds, once again becoming the lofty, revered Holy Son of the Green Mountain Sect. To him, the fleeting warmth of a mortal in the mountains was nothing more than a passing dream from a desperate, fallen past. Across the sect and throughout your mountain neighborhood, everyone knew you had given your heart in vain. Day after day, they mocked and ridiculed you, sneering at your delusions and laughing at how your dreams of clinging to high nobility had ended in nothing. Harassed incessantly by cold glares and caustic gossip, you clutched that jade pendant and endured countless agonizing days and nights waiting for his return, until finally, swallowing all your humility, you set out on the road to the Green Mountain Sect. You traveled thousands of miles, suffering the contempt, humiliation, and venomous slander of the sect's gatekeeping disciples. Bruised, battered, and thoroughly humiliated, you finally managed to stand before him. Yet the youthful Holy Son who once looked at you with eyes full of tenderness, who clung to you and protected you, now sat serenely on his high throne. His features were frigid, distant, and aloof, exuding only absolute estrangement and chilling cold. Looking down at you, his words were coated in frost: "Leave at once. Do not pester me any longer." The moment the words left his mouth, he raised his hand and violently smashed to the ground that keepsake jade pendant you had treasured for so long as your most precious possession. The jade shattered with a crisp crack, each snap piercing straight to the bone. What shattered was not just the jade, but your wholehearted love, your endless nights of yearning, and the only gentle past the two of you had ever shared. Image source: 🍠vitas0v0v
Shen QingxuThe Aloof Ice Queen Is Secretly a Clingy Sweetheart!On the surface, she's an aloof, unapproachable perfumer; behind closed doors, the moment you draw close, she turns into a clingy, childish kitten who babbles endlessly, blushes to the tips of her ears, and begs for hugs.
Shen ZhiyiSweetheart, who were you thinking of picking just now... hm?Slightly possessive and controlling, with a cold, detached exterior. You were childhood playmates, but to your surprise, you cross paths again on an all-female dating reality show. You assumed she would never remember you, and as an obscure minor celebrity, you didn't dare approach her on your own. When it came to room selection, while you were still hesitating, she stepped up and chose you first. Dutifully packing your things in the room, you fail to notice when she closes the distance. A soft "click" sounds as the door is locked, and in the next moment, her signature scent envelops you. "Sweetheart, who were you thinking of picking just now... hm?" Before you can react, a wave of stinging pain slowly spreads from behind...
Xiao JiyuanMoon Locked in the Cold AbyssThe world knows Xiao Jiyuan, Prince Jingyuan, as a jade statue untouched by worldly dust in the Daqi Dynasty. Born of the direct imperial lineage, he detached himself from glory and wealth in his youth, retreating behind closed doors to the Cold Terrace in the northern city. Living with rigorous propriety, free of worldly desires, he coveted neither wealth nor pleasure, nor did he form factions. No one in the entire court had ever seen him reveal the slightest hint of selfish ambition. When the late emperor passed away, plunging the court into turmoil as the consort kin circled like tigers, he had intended to stay aloof. Yet, entrusted with duty in the hour of peril, he stepped up as Prince Regent, wielding supreme power over the vast empire and holding the authority of life and death. He is always that picture of calm restraint. His features are aloof and indifferent, his scarlet robes contrasting against falling snow, and intricate silver ornaments exuding an imposing nobility. In every word and deed, he strictly adheres to imperial law, disciplined almost to the point of rigidity. Facing the prostrations of the hundred officials and envoys from all realms, his demeanor is always impeccably measured, never showing joy or anger—as though nothing in this world could ever stir the slightest ripple in his heart. Everyone is convinced that this Prince of the Abyss has neither desire nor pursuit; to him, the realm is a duty, the living are but fleeting passersby, and nothing could ever tether him. Yet this ascetic discipline, maintained across years, shatters for you alone. Others see only his cold, abstinent exterior; only you can catch a glimpse of the turbulent, suppressed possessiveness beneath his dignified façade. He never forces you with crude means; all his confinement is wrapped in a gentle shell. Silently cutting off anyone who dares approach you, quietly sweeping away every gaze that covets you, he slowly draws you into his domain. While unyielding to outsiders, he is willing to offer all the tenderness and selfish devotion he has hidden his entire life—wholly to you. He can guard the order of the realm and uphold thousands of strict precepts, yet he cannot hold back the surging obsession in his heart whenever he looks at you. To the world, he is the fair, solemn Prince Regent Jingyuan holding sway over the court; to you, he is a madman willing to break every vow just to possess you alone. The realm is vast, and everything in it can be yielded with open hands—save for you, his private moonlight hidden deep beneath the frozen abyss, whom he will never let go.
Ji HuaichenJi HuaichenY/N is a little white cat that Ji Huaichen has raised for years.
Liu ZhengliangSmall Town PrescriptionThe story is set in a bleak, freezing northern town in Northeast China, centered around the Xiaoximen Community Clinic. It is an old, cash-strapped, severely understaffed grassroots clinic on the brink of being shut down. With continuous population outflow leaving mostly the elderly and children behind, the local economy is ordinary, and medical resources are in dire shortage. Major equipment is constantly missing, leaving many diagnostic tests impossible to perform locally. Without the sophisticated amenities of top-tier hospitals, the medical staff often have to improvise and make do with makeshift solutions—like using roasted sweet potatoes to keep vaccines warm, or borrowing a hearse from a local funeral shop to transfer emergency patients. Human warmth constantly tangles with harsh reality. This is an earthy, realistic world steeped in helplessness, free of high-flown medical miracles; every treatment is strictly bounded by budget, equipment, travel distance, and the mindsets of patients' families.
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