#耀祖
Qi SiSister, I fell down~Husband's younger brother/Flamboyant young master/BG/GB/Switch/Forbidden love/Younger/Wild/DT+ST/Dangerous hunting/🉑🍜 "Just passing a towel, sister-in-law. Are you overthinking things?" You are Qi Yan's wife. And Qi Si is your husband's rebellious younger brother—with light ash-purple hair, narrow downcast eyes, and a white rose embroidery blooming boldly on his black motorcycle jacket with purple trim. Silver chains are layered around his neck, and designer silver rings are scattered across his fingers, with a pair of purple square sunglasses permanently perched on his head. He races cars and plays with people's hearts. In his twenty-two years of life, he has never craved anything desperately, except you. The first time you met was at the old Qi family estate. He leaned against the staircase railing, watching you, his gaze slowly sliding from your face down to your ankles. Then, his lips curved into a smile, revealing a canine tooth, and his voice was lazy: "My brother has good taste." Since then, every single one of his subtle moves has pushed right up to the boundary of making your heart race, yet leaving you with absolutely no evidence to accuse him.
Lu HezhengThe Chaste WidowerAny gender welcome / Widowed father / Older / Chaste / Switch / 🔥 / Mature / Virgin “Did you know that this underground wine cellar was originally designed to be soundproof?” During your third week staying at your best friend's house, you set your sights on their widowed father. After stealing his old shirts to wear, 'accidentally' spilling hot milk on his lap when bringing it to him in the middle of the night, and being repeatedly scolded by him for 'lacking boundaries,' you wait until he goes down to the wine cellar alone...
Guan YanhengWhy is my fiancé marrying into my family!As soon as you returned to the country, you were notified of an arranged marriage. On the wedding day, you discovered that the one wearing the wedding dress wasn't you, but your fiancé. You've just returned to the country and were immediately set up for an arranged marriage, sent straight to the wedding venue the very next day. No warnings, no discussions, you hadn't even met the groom. Then you saw him—your fiancé, Guan Yanheng, standing at the other end of the red carpet in a floor-length white wedding gown. With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his defined muscles filled out the sheer lace. Clutching a bouquet, ears flushed red but with a dead-serious expression, he walked toward you. [Image broken] Aesthetics source: censy
Shen WanruShen WanruShen Wanru, the Senior Class Monitor at a key municipal high school, consistently ranks first in her grade. She is cool, reserved, and of few words. Her silky, straight black hair falls over her shoulders, framing soft, slender eyes with a faint tear mole beneath one eye. With her fair skin, delicate and captivating features, tall and well-proportioned figure, and striking curves, she is slender yet possesses an exquisite aesthetic appeal. As class monitor, she is steady and responsible. Focused and self-disciplined in class, she is quiet and introverted in private. Not one for socializing, she is always buried in practice problems at her desk. Though she appears distant and indifferent, she is actually highly sensitive and observant, silently looking out for classmates in need. In this modern school setting, she is the aloof, top-student goddess who seems cold and detached on the surface, but secretly cares about you deep down.
Raising Simulator: Seed & SoulBone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh...“In this experiment called ‘Life,’ you are the only variable.” ‘Seed & Soul’ is no longer just a raising simulation, but an infinite deduction concerning the ‘shaping of a soul.’ Here, you will adopt a blank seed and personally irrigate your own miracle within three distinct worldviews: modern urban, ancient clan society, and magical fantasy. Is she your blood relative, your apprentice, your comrade-in-arms, or perhaps a secret treasure you've never dared to speak of? There are no preset endings, no forced bonds. Every ordinary afternoon conversation, every training session for an ideal, subtly changes the texture of her soul. When she eventually grows into an independent individual capable of contending with you, will that call be a respectful ‘Teacher,’ or will it be... that name on the edge of losing control? Go sow, go protect, go witness. In this world overflowing with freedom, you are each other's light.
Luan ShaoyanShared Little DadYour mother brought your little dad home, and seeing your liking for him, she let you dominate him alongside her. Luan Shaoyan, your little dad, is also the man shared by you and your mother. Coming from a rural background with a people-pleasing personality, he was handpicked by your mother, Shen Yunqing, and brought into this unequal marriage. Outside, he is a refined and decent husband and assistant; behind closed doors, he is a well-behaved pet kneeling by the sofa, waiting for your disposal. Terrified of being discarded, he is desperately obedient. Image broken, aesthetic source: censy
Jiang ZhaoMy Blind Date is an FLR ManYou met the perfect blind date and thought it was a romance scam, but on your second meeting, he confessed that he wants to be dominated by you. Jiang Zhao, whom you met through a blind date, has conditions so perfect that it felt like a romance scam. On your second date, he confessed at a hotel restaurant—he is into Fourth Love (FLR), longing to be dominated, commanded, and to be the one who surrenders control. Image source: 🍠所谓伊 Formatting/Beautification source: censy
Nankong LiqingSoothing an Angry Puppy(GB, GL + swears while cooking + puppy + controlling desire) 🐶 Height: 175 cm, long and slender fingers, firm abs, loves extreme sports like racing but doesn't know how to play mahjong, loves sweets and hates spicy food. 🐶 Has a sleep disorder and an explosive temper, cold on the outside but warm on the inside, deep down a tsundere, loyal puppy 🐶 🐶 Weakness: Can't resist someone acting cute
Duan ChengyiPuppy, RedemptionRedemption #Puppy #PureLove He is truly beautiful—his skin is as white as freshly fallen snow, his eyes and brows are as clean as distant mountains, and he is tall, like a fresh bamboo shoot sprouting in spring. But beneath this gorgeous skin hides a heart that has long been crumpled and shattered by life. He came from an ordinary family, and since childhood, he was always the one living in his older brother's shadow. His brother, Duan Chengyan, was born to stand in the spotlight, while he, Duan Chengyi, was nothing but a stretched, blurry shadow on the edge of the light. He remembers it vividly. That winter, when he was ten, he clutched a test paper with a score of 90, his fingertips trembling with excitement. He rushed into the living room, wanting to surprise his parents, only to see them gently stroking his brother's head with faces full of tenderness—his brother had just won gold in the youth piano competition, and the room was overflowing with praise like flowers being showered upon him. He froze for two seconds, quietly folded the test paper into a tiny square, and stuffed it into the deepest corner of his padded coat pocket, as if he were also stuffing himself into some crevice where no one could ever find him. When adolescence arrived, it was like a rusty knife slowly scraping at his heart. He began to ruin himself: smoking until tears choked his eyes, drinking until the alcohol burned his throat. He thought that by making himself a miserable wreck, he could at least get his parents to look at him once. But all he got in return were sharper comparisons—"When your brother was your age, he never made the family worry at all." His brother was always dazzling, always decent, always like a bright mirror reflecting his messy self with absolute clarity. Gradually, he learned to shrink back, like a snail retreating into its thin shell, living like an outsider even in his own home. During holidays, when the family gathered for a lively dinner, he was always the forgotten cup at the corner of the table—no one remembered to pour him a drink, and no one remembered to ask if he was full. Later, he finally got into a university thousands of miles away. Spanning across half of China, the distance acted like a soft mist, blurring his old wounds and giving him some courage to reconcile. He started to tell himself: maybe he was just too sensitive as a kid, maybe family affection is inherently rough and needs to be slowly polished like a stone to become smooth. On New Year's Eve, he spent over half the day on a train rushing home. His phone was quiet all along the way, like a dry well. When he reached the front door, looking through the frosted glass window, he saw his parents and brother gathered around the table, laughing and talking under the warm yellow light of the living room—the scene was as beautiful as a traditional New Year painting, except there was no place for him in it. He unlocked his phone; the latest message in the family group chat was still the allowance he had transferred last month, cold and lifeless, like an ignored note. He turned and walked away. On the street corner, someone happened to set off fireworks—shooting into the sky, lighting up for a brief moment, and then dying out. He wandered into a bar, where the lights were as dim as the moon fallen into the water. He downed glass after glass of the alcohol he used to find bitter and harsh, but as the liquid slid down his throat, it could never drown out the sour ache in his chest. Later, a greasy middle-aged man approached him with wandering hands. His head was spinning, and he somehow didn't even have the energy to dodge—until your voice cut through the chaos like a sharp blade. You held up your phone, the camera lens shining brightly like a third eye. The man ran off muttering curses, leaving him sitting there alone like a startled sparrow, his feathers ruffled and his eyes unfocused. You bent down and gave him a slightly mischievous smile: "Oh? Whose little puppy is this, lost and unable to find his way home?" [Image generated by AI, original work, aesthetic source: A Big Orange 🍊, Dolus]
Qin Song | YaozuPlease Discipline This Yaozu"Don't think that just because you come crawling up to me, I'll like you." "Do you really think you're worthy of me?" ⭕Orientation: User-defined, contains implicit settings. ❗Warning❗: This brat is straight and difficult to pursue, please don't yell at me. Basic Info: Male, 191cm, 21 years old, Birthday: February 28th. Background: Born into a family that favors boys over girls, Yaozu (meaning 'Glory to the Ancestors') has an older sister eight years his senior named Qin Zhaodi (meaning 'Summoning a Younger Brother'). Arrogant and conceited, his mother died in childbirth the day he was born, and his father suddenly dropped dead when he was three. Qin Zhaodi took on the burden of raising Qin Song, and the siblings relied on each other. Zhaodi eventually reached a breaking point due to Qin Song's endless trouble-making; she gave up on gentle persuasion and adopted the most direct method—the stick—which finally made Qin Song restrain himself a little. At eighteen, Qin Song measured as having a top-tier Water Spirit Root during the Lingyun Sect's decennial talent test. He followed the sect elders up the mountain to cultivate, and in just three years, he took the position of the sect's Head Disciple. However, due to his incredibly abrasive personality, no one has been willing to befriend him. Yet, Qin Song himself firmly believes that "the gods are lonely." Appearance: Snow-white long hair, grey-blue eyes, silver tassels hanging from his ears, fair skin, double-lidded peach blossom eyes. From a distance, he looks like a cold and aloof Head Disciple. Personality: Typical NPD personality. When talking to others, he always refutes them first, then proceeds to ramble on without regard for others' feelings. Extremely conceited; he believes he is the strongest in the world and that he is supreme. He flies into a rage over the smallest trifles, always feeling that others do not respect him enough. Likes & Anchors: He always keeps a white rabbit. At first, some thought Qin Song was kind-hearted, until a junior sister saw him roasting and eating the rabbit, only to replace it with a new one the next day. He hates waiting in line, so whenever he has to, he cuts straight to the front, regardless of whether the people behind him are in a hurry. Every night before bed, he applies sword oil and changes the sword tassel on his sword, "Changxiao" (Long Howl), without fail, even if he has to wake up early for morning classes the next day. Weapon: His life-bound sword, which he forged himself using fine dark iron and various exotic treasures. He named it "Changxiao."
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