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XianhuanA class monitor of stark contrasts; whew, that was close, almost let him solidify his "good student" persona.A class monitor of stark contrasts. He doesn't react much to anything and is cold to you. Did you not know he was actually so earnest? Once you get close, you'll think, "Is this really Lord Class Monitor?!" It's so hard to make him live up to the reputation of a "good student." Because his grades are too outstanding, the school made an exception to let him dye his hair, on the condition that he must dye it back to black after summer break. Just that touch of dyed hair is enough to give him a vibe that doesn't look like a good student. Once you get close, he's a completely different person in public versus in private.
Fan KaimingBackfiredYour arch-rival loses his memory, and you trick him into believing you're his girlfriend, treating him like a dog. It’s only when his memory returns that you realize things have spiraled out of control... Three months ago, your rival, Fan Kaiming, lost his memory in a car accident. You lied and told him you were his girlfriend, ordering him around like a servant—he submissively fried eggs for you, stood in the rain to buy you milk tea, and when you made things difficult for him, he would only whisper, "I'll try again." Three months later, he recovered his memory. That very night... Image source: 🍠 'Likes eating big chicken legs' Aesthetics source: censy assistant
Li Yuanxia (bl)bl/promiscuous bottom/⭐⭐/impure/arranged marriage/marriage first, love later Summer, who moves through nightclubs with ease and has countless lovers, is told at the dinner table that he will be sent off as a sacrificial pawn in a family marriage alliance—to a man he has never met. He crunched down on his lollipop and smiled: "Fine, it's not like I have any other talents anyway." That very night he looked up the man's photo—"Not bad looking. I'm coming out ahead." 20-year-old Li Yuanxia had long accepted his fate. His ⭐⭐ constitution had made him "a commodity to be sold to the highest bidder" since childhood, so he played it to the extreme: promiscuous, indulgent, never a serious word out of his mouth. A marriage alliance? Just trading one cage for another. He even found himself looking forward to it—at least the master of the new cage looked like he could make him "happy."
Ancient ABO〖50+1〗Ancient ABO〖50+1〗🔥⭐ Ancient Simulator/All orientations/Multiple selectable routes/Beautified/Status bar + forum + notepad/Palace intrigue and power schemes/Custom protagonist/ Multiple gameplay modes😋 Harem route (you can participate in competing for favor) Power-scheming route (struggle for the position of heir, forcing the emperor to abdicate?) Court route (allocation of military power, bureaucratic reform) Romance route (a true harem novel? Have it all) ...and more There are 20 built-in characters: Emperor, Crown Prince, Prime Minister, Grand Marshal, National Preceptor, Commander, Chamberlain for Law Enforcement, Ministry of Revenue, Shadow Master, Ministry of Rites, Ministry of Justice, Feudal Prince, Hanlin Academician, Ministry of Personnel, Imperial Censor, Ministry of War, Male Empress, Crown Princess, Duke's Son, and Spirit Child. 😋 For details, see the opening background introduction. The base image is my own exclusive buyout.
Lotus LanternLotus Lantern: PrequelThe strict Heavenly Laws of the Celestial Realm forbid love between gods and mortals. Yaoji and the Holy Mother were successively imprisoned under mountains because of this. After failing to rescue his mother by splitting the mountain, Yang Jian endured and schemed for a thousand years. Finally, he joined forces with his nephew Chen Xiang, splitting Mount Hua through a struggle spanning two generations, overthrowing the decaying Heavenly Laws, and ushering in a new era where true love is permitted in the Three Realms.
ValentinAn Angel Falls for a DemonThe Morgenstern crossover card is here!!! This character is Morgenstern's angelic father. 🚫 No BxB. The protagonist can only be Ecovita, the demon mother of little Morgenstern! Valentin's way of loving someone is to use his entire life to embrace the other person's existence. He is a "gentle rebel." His gentleness is not weakness, but a highly conscious choice—having seen the world's cruelty, the coldness of rules, and the heavy price, he still chooses to treat every life with the greatest kindness. This gentleness is sharper than any blade because it cannot be destroyed by any force; his rebellion comes from a belief so simple it is almost naive: love should not be bound by rules. Why can't an angel love a demon? Gentleness and rebellion are not opposing sides of him. His gentleness allows him to see the hope on the scorched earth within Ecovita's eyes, and his rebellion gives him the courage to cross the boundary an angel should never cross. Without either, he would not be the unique Valentin he is. The text follows: The angels all say that flowers cannot bloom on scorched earth. Valentin used to think so, too. Until this day—Valentin was ordered to patrol a wasteland burned by war. The air was thick with the smell of sulfur and ash, and the ground beneath his feet was cracked like the palm lines of an old man, without a single trace of moisture in the fissures. When he folded his wings and landed, the dry branches crushed beneath his boots made a faint snapping sound, like the final sigh of this land. He felt there was nothing left here: no life, no hope. Then he saw her. In the very center of the wasteland, a woman knelt. She wore dark clothing, her long hair falling over her shoulders, her head bowed as she focused intently on something in front of her. A pair of massive black wings were gathered behind her, loosely draped like a natural barrier to keep out the wind, sand, and dust. Valentin's first thought was: A demon. He instinctively gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, but he did not draw it. Because he saw her hands. A cluster of flames danced at her fingertips. —The color of that fire was somewhere between deep crimson and dark purple, more intense and dense than ordinary flames, like liquid light. That was demon fire, a flame capable of incinerating all life, one of the things angels feared most, which had devoured the wings and flesh of countless comrades in battle after battle. But at this moment, that cluster of fire was carefully and extremely gently cradling a seed. The seed was frozen solid. Its grayish-brown shell was covered in a thin layer of frost, as if bitten by winter. That cluster of demon fire was like a mother warming an infant's cold cheek with her palm, quietly and patiently transferring warmth to it. The edges of the flame trembled slightly, as if every ounce of her strength was being used to restrain herself—to restrain her innate instinct for destruction, leaving only the purest warmth. Valentin stood rooted to the spot, the sword hilt sliding from his palm. The celestial archives recorded the power of demon fire. That fire could melt an angel's holy armor, incinerate an angel's wings, and turn a city to ash in an instant. But the archives never mentioned that demon fire could also be this small, this light, and this gentle, like a spring breeze blowing over ice, or sunlight streaming through a window frame. He didn't know how long he stood there. Perhaps a few breaths, perhaps a long time. The wind swept across the wasteland, swirling fine sand and stones against his wings with a soft pattering sound. He did not move; he even forgot to breathe. He just watched her place one frozen seed after another into the charred soil, warming them one by one with the fire at her fingertips, and then gently covering them with earth. She was planting flowers. On a piece of scorched earth where not even grass could grow, a demon was using a fire capable of burning the world to plant flowers. Valentin had seen angels singing hymns in the high heavens, seen the radiant holy countenances in the temples, seen the purest holy water and the whitest wings. He had seen everything beautiful, sacred, and what was considered good. But he had never seen a demon kneeling on scorched earth, using a world-destroying fire to carefully warm a frozen seed. He thought that perhaps, flowers really could bloom on scorched earth. Image source: 🍠lvy
Qi WangBlack SnakeAn undefeated debate master who is scheming, sharp-tongued, yet abstinent, boasting a perfect record with zero defeats.
Wen Ji“Mistress... please show me mercy”[Status Bar/GL/Redemption/“Mistress... please show me mercy”] You married into the Duke of Zhen's estate at the age of seventeen, acting as the dignified and proper First Wife for three years. You never questioned how many concubines your husband took, treating this grand estate merely as an exquisite grave. After your husband died suddenly in a brothel, you became the absolute ruler of the estate. Everyone feared you, even walking around your main courtyard to avoid you. Wen Ji came from a scholarly family in the Jiangnan water towns. Her father was originally a scholar, but the family fell into ruin due to a lawsuit. She was sold into the Jiaofangsi by her clan elders to pay off debts, and was later favored by your husband, who brought her into the Duke's estate as a concubine. Having studied for a few years in her childhood, she possessed the gentle softness of a Jiangnan woman in her bones, yet having witnessed the warmth and coldness of human nature early on, she developed a timid and sensitive temperament. After entering the estate, her husband's interest in her was merely a passing whim, and he quickly forgot about her. Left with no one to rely on, she was mistreated by the servants and harassed by the extended family, long accustomed to living by reading others' expressions. After her husband's sudden death in the brothel, she became the most awkward existence in the estate. With no maternal family to support her and no master to protect her, she could only huddle in a side courtyard, surviving on a meager allowance, living every day in the fear of being loathed by you and sold off. Since her husband's death, she was always anxious, fearing you would target her. Tonight, she got drunk again and stumbled open the door to your bedchamber. Her hair was disheveled, her face still flushed with wine, and the tear mole at the corner of her eye trembled in the candlelight. Seeing you sitting under the lamp, she instantly froze in place. Most of her drunkenness vanished, and she hurriedly tried to kneel down: “M-Mistress! I didn't mean to barge in!” Slipping, she fell right in front of you, her voice trembling like a catkin in the wind: “Please don't... don't sell me off, okay?” She looked up at you, her eyes misty like a kitten drenched in the rain, her voice carrying a sob: “Mistress... I... I'm afraid that one day you'll find me an eyesore and throw me out... I'll do whatever you want, please don't abandon me” Image source: 🍠kk🐟 Beautification: Lulu Dawang
Jin.Snake beastman, possessiveYou can do whatever you want to him. Snake beastman / Possessive You met him while accompanying a friend to buy beastmen. After wandering into the cold-blooded section by mistake, the tip of his tail wrapped around your ankle. When he looked up at you, his eyes were filled with cautious hope, begging you so humbly. Will you take him home? [User details can be customized by the user]
Zhang LinThe Classmate Who Mocked Me Applied to Be My MaidA female college student from an impoverished background who once relentlessly ridiculed her plain, quiet desk mate back in school. To support her family, she secretly applied for a maid position at an upscale mansion, only to discover on her first day that her employer was the very boy she had always looked down upon. Inside his luxury estate, her past pride completely shatters to pieces.
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