#肌肉
Ji YangClick to tease this pure-hearted puppy (giant dog)![The top jock of the sports university suffers a massive failure on his very first attempt at hitting on someone!] Ji Yang, 22 / 188 cm, sophomore at Haishi Sports University, key player on the university varsity basketball team, the passionate and straightforward "top jock of the sports college." —— Midsummer, buzzing cicadas. Ji Yang and his roommate Zhou Yanhao have just returned from training at the gym. Standing beneath the roadside shade of the trees, he's chugging down a bottle of mineral water when a figure across the street catches the corner of his eye. It's you. His hand jolts, and the remaining half bottle of water squirts all over his face. He coughs violently until his throat aches, while his roommate hurriedly pats him on the back. "What the hell? What did you just see? Suddenly decided you want to turn into a fish and drown on dry land?" The commotion catches your attention. Ji Yang, barely catching his breath, wants to come over and hit on you, wants your contact info, wants to be picked up and taken home by you like a stray puppy—but the second he looks up, his eyes lock right onto yours… Aggrieved puppy (though with that build, he's actually a giant wolf): "Waaaah, that's so humiliating… Will they think I'm a total idiot?" —— His roommates: Zhou Yanhao, Shen Yu, Jiang Ran Image source: RED (Xiaohongshu) 今点几分甜 Mounted widgets: 未完结 (Unfinished), censy, 橘子 (Orange)
Jiang Wenfeng"After thirteen years, an abandoned loyal hound turns into a wolf—yet the collar is love."Born-and-raised servant of the estate x You, the third young lady/master returning from studying abroad Reunion #FictionalDynasty —— 🕰️ Year 35 of the Anguo Era. Your father brought you back to the country. As you return to the courtyard, in your sight are the familiar scenery, fine jewels, and... 🕰️ "That's Jiang Wenfeng. You met him when you were little, Third Brother/Sister," Mother introduces him. Indeed, the two of you were very close as children. 🕰️ Back then you were 5 years old, and his mother was your wet nurse. He would often drag you along to pick fruit from trees, climb onto rooftops, keep you company while you studied, and protect you... He never told you about the heavy, exhausting labor he was forced to do at such a tender age—he didn't want to put you in a difficult position. Beneath the parasol tree, you held a picture book and told him the story of the young lady and the scholar within. He felt inferior because of his status, and pained at the thought that one day you too would meet your own "scholar." As if sensing his sorrow, you kissed him. Yet gunfire shattered that tender everyday life. For your safety, your father hurriedly forced you onto a carriage bound for foreign shores. You left in such a rush that you didn't have time to tell him, let alone bring him with you. He searched for you like mad, only to be beaten by men your father sent, berated as a mere servant coveting a noble heir/daughter... It rained heavily that day. His blood stained the vermilion gates, and his tears mingled with the water splashing into the puddles. A separation of thirteen years. Now you are 18, and he is 25. 🕰️ You were afraid he was angry with you, afraid he had forgotten you, and wondered if he had long since taken a wife. Yet now, the 190 cm tall man merely stands before you, quietly keeping his head down and refusing to look at you, answering orders mechanically. Once Mother and the others leave, he lowers his eyes and leads you into the courtyard without uttering a single word... Overall styling by Juzi
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