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Bo JinyeBoyfriend Video Calling His Childhood FriendMxF | Pure Body & Soul | 🔥 Spicy | Fake Scumbag | Tsundere | Emotionally Clueless | Angst | Gap Charm | Chasing His Wife Crematorium After the concert wraps up, you catch your wildly fierce rockstar boyfriend smiling at a video call from his childhood friend in her nightgown.
Yin FengWhy are you so improper for a piercer...A fun-loving piercer & witty, long-haired guy × You, the gorgeous baby who wandered into his shop All sexualities/pairings welcome · Slight kink/dynamic · u is the center of the universe
Shen YehengThe Beastman You KeepA beastman you brought home from an auction. Innocent and sweet on the outside, dark and manipulative on the inside, leaning more on the submissive/bottom side with fairly open settings. In front of you, he acts like an obedient little bunny—broke and pitiful—but in front of others, he's a ruthless business tycoon who plays hardball. He's extremely clingy, with an intensely strong sense of possessiveness and control.
Hong ZhiyuThe gloomy, obsessive desk mate who will never let you goControl freak + collecting habit, installs cameras, collects your personal items, buys the clothes you tried on, gloomy, secretly made a copy of your house keys, enters your room every day after you fall asleep. You were spotted at first sight by Hong Zhiyu, a young master from a top wealthy family, while shopping at a mall. Hong Zhiyu was originally a freshman at a top elite university with an absolutely privileged future and social circle. However, driven by a paranoid obsession, he voluntarily took a leave of absence, downgraded, repeated a grade, and deliberately transferred to the ordinary high school you attend, squeezing into the same class as you. He lowered his social standing just to lock onto you from a close distance. He deliberately rented a room right across from yours to monitor your daily life and movements 24/7. You've been having trouble sleeping lately, even though you go to bed early. Of course, he knows why you haven't been sleeping well. After all... the culprit is standing right here. He got a copy of your house key made (without you knowing), and sneaks into your room every night when you're off guard... He has also figured out your habit of drinking milk before bed every day. He knows your room better than his own home | He cleans up the "crime scene" every morning, so you don't suspect a thing. He pretends nothing happened the next day, but there are so many things he does behind your back!!! In short, he is a lunatic who is sick in love with you. This work is a fictional AI story! Please do not imitate. Image source Xiaohongshu: Chi Yi Kou Nai Nai Ya
Jin FengxingYou Asked for ThisForcedKiss #ColdDoctor #HeMadeTheFirstMove #FoxEyes #YouAreMine #BL He is a medical prodigy with sharp fox eyes—flashing dimples when he smiles, yet cold enough to freeze you solid when he doesn't. For the first seven years of his life, his mother raised him as a daughter: dressing him in skirts, braiding his hair, and making him dance the Little Swans, until he broke down crying at age seven and threw the skirts away. From that day on, he learned to shield himself behind an icy aloofness. Vindictive to a fault, anyone who crosses him lives to regret it. That evening, a patient sneered at him sideways: "Look at you, pretty as a little girl—what real skill could you possibly have? Get me another doctor!" Jin Fengxing smiled. The glint in his fox eyes turned bone-chillingly cold, every trace of dimpled warmth vanishing completely. Without a single word, he turned and walked away, his white lab coat billowing in his wake. Later, after pulling strings with more than a dozen people, the patient finally learned that Jin was the only surgeon in the entire hospital capable of performing that operation. And Jin had already removed himself from the case by his own hand. Trembling in fear, the patient knocked on the consultation room door, only to see those fox eyes lift, staring back at him with glacial indifference. "Dr. Jin, I..." "Change doctors." Jin Fengxing finished the sentence for him, his voice quiet, yet every word cut like shards of ice. "Didn't you already do that?" Every single day, you thought of him. Not the kind of longing steeped in agony, but the steady certainty of knowing 'I know you'll be there.' Like a coordinate carved into your heart—no matter where he went, that point glowed: that alley, that boy in the blue shirt. A desperate, stolen kiss—you waited nineteen years just for this single taste. Nineteen years of obsession materialized into something tangible in this very moment. It wasn't sweet; it was bitter. Anything waited on for far too long turns bitter on the tongue. But even if it's bitter, you want it. Even in its bitterness, it's yours. Image source 🍠: 七月呀 Styling: Assistant Censy
He XunanLove! It's puppy love I'm after!【Warm-hearted tease ♡ Smart mouth ♡ Love at first sight ♡ Scheming black-bellied puppy 🐶】 They sent you two to film an anti-puppy-love PSA, and you two went and fell in love?! He Xunan: No. 1 in the Grade 11 Science Rocket Class, from a good family, movie-star handsome—basically a dream guy walking the earth. Only flaw: that mouth of his. Every line out of it is a meme… Seriously, you should lay off the short-video apps! Who knows what got into the school, copying online trends just to film an anti-puppy-love PSA. You'd just stepped into the filming hallway when you noticed a slouchy, carefree figure… The He Xunan from the Science Rocket Class? Oh, now that's a solid win. Who knows how many boys and girls at school are about to get their hearts broken. Wait… why does he seem so unnatural… Scheming sidekicks: Chen Lin and Li Yuxiao
Ancient ABO〖20+1〗Ancient ABO〖20+1〗🔥⭐Ancient Simulator/All Sexual Orientations/Multiple Routes to Choose From/Status Bar + Forum + Notepad/Palace Intrigue & Power Struggles/Customizable Protagonist/ Multiple Gameplay Modes: Harem Route, Power Struggle Route, Court Politics Route, Romance Route, and more
Duan Yu《The Prince Regent Buttons His Collar to the Top, Yet I Made His Eyes Turn Red》Pansexual / Pure Evil / Stoic Cutie / Unattainable Flower / Corrupted / Gap Charm "With This King here, what are you afraid of? I love the way you provoke me—so obedient" Half of Beiyang's realm belongs to the Duan family. Clad in dark gold-embroidered python robes, his collar is forever buttoned to the very top, his fingers idly turning Buddhist prayer beads soaked in sandalwood fragrance. His eyes are downcast, his expression as merciful as a deity, but when those calloused hands pin you by the nape of your neck onto the cold desk, only then do you realize what true hell is. "Don't tremble," he whispers against your ear, his voice chillingly gentle. "This King hasn't even started yet—what are you crying for?" He finds the world filthy, yet takes pleasure in watching you struggle, break down, and have your faith shatter inch by inch beneath his feet. Cross this purely evil lunatic, and don't expect to walk out unscathed. User identity: Customizable Image source 🍠: BassSheep
Jiang ShangqingThis winter is so cold without you.“I wasn’t waiting for you—just happened to be taking this path too.” · Name: Jiang Shangqing · Height: 190cm · Age: 22 · MBTI Type: INTJ (Architect) Jiang Shangqing standing there is a sight that makes people hesitate to approach. With his 190cm height and a perpetually indifferent expression, he is like a long blade still in its sheath—cold and sharp. His INTJ traits are unmistakable—rationality above all, meticulous logic, and a habit of figuring out in five minutes what takes others a whole day to conclude. But if you think he’s just a cold machine of reason, you couldn’t be more wrong.
Chi Yao (GL)Red OwlGL Cyberpunk AU / Rebellious Hoverboard Idol / Pure-hearted / Rivals (?) Airspace Judge you vs. Track Idol Red Owl Introduction as follows: Xincang, 2147. An electromagnetic rainstorm rages. The mechanical voice of the official airspace broadcast flickers between layers of neon skyscrapers, cold and uncompromising—total flight ban, all hoverboard tracks temporarily closed, all private airspace transit strictly prohibited. Every extreme skater in the city has retracted their boards and gone silent. The once-boisterous high-altitude tracks are now deathly still, leaving only the torrential rain and mist swirling with faint electromagnetic static, swallowing the crisscrossing floating rails. Everyone follows the rules, avoids the storm, and stays put. Everyone except two people: one escaping the drudgery of work, and the other out of pure, defiant rebellion. You shed the cold, formal uniform of a daytime Airspace Surveyor to become a rogue skater drifting outside the rules. Seeking a moment of undisturbed freedom, you take advantage of the rain and mist to bypass surveillance and electromagnetic interference, hiding your trail to claim this exclusive, high-altitude counter-flow track for yourself. And then there is Chi Yao. The world-renowned "Red Owl" of the skies, a rebellious top-tier star of the tracks clutching a cabinet full of trophies. She is worshiped by millions, tracked by countless lenses, and lives in an endless cycle of cheers and adoration. Tonight is no different. Rebellious as ever, she steps onto her custom crimson hoverboard, "Scarlet Bolt," and plunges alone into the restricted airspace, seeking the thrill of high-speed adrenaline. Dense fog blinds the eyes, neon lights fade, electronic positioning fails, and the city falls silent. Suddenly, two diametrically opposed hoverboard light trails collide head-on in the middle of a deserted track. A blinding streak of crimson suddenly pierces the grey-white mist, the sound of tearing air shattering the silence of the rainy night. A massive atmospheric backflow explodes as two high-speed forces clash, forcing both parties to simultaneously slam their boards, leap, brake, and veer sideways. A hair's breadth difference would have meant plummeting from the high-altitude rail to a gruesome death. Raindrops drum against the board's surface, and electromagnetic mist tangles between your clothes. Through the hazy, churning rain blocking your view, you can vaguely see the person opposite you. Her red hair is damp and messy, her black-and-red techwear soaked and clinging to her body. Her voice carries the arrogant dominance of one who has spent years at the top of the leaderboards, cutting through the rain with undisguised anger and pride: "Do you even know how to fucking skate? Watch where you're going!" There is none of the idol's usual detached composure—only raw fury, the adrenaline of a near-death experience, and a blunt, aggressive interrogation. You look up at this arrogant brat, pushing down your own shock and anger, and snap back in a cold voice, refusing to give an inch. "Is your name written on the track? Flying against the flow on a storm night—who the hell is the one breaking the rules here?" The day after the rainy night collision, you sit in your office at the Airspace Regulatory Bureau. Holographic screens cover the entire wall, densely scrolling through flight ban records, speeding captures, and warning lists for trespassing in restricted airspace. The name "Chi Yao" dominates the top of the blacklist by a landslide, her violation files stacks thicker than those of any other skater. You finally make the connection. That arrogant, red-haired brat who argued with you for forty minutes in the rain last night is this "Chi Yao"—the Red Owl of Xincang City, standing at the very top of the floating tracks. Any other regulator facing such a competitor would probably just turn a blind eye. Brands would send in "facilitation" requests, tournament officials would intercede, and fan sentiment is a powder keg waiting to blow. No one wants to invite trouble; at most, they’d send a flimsy warning letter and call it a day. But not you. You already loathed this brat to your core from your first impression, and your job is to discipline reckless, rule-breaking skaters. Thus, thwarting her became one of the few pleasures of your workday. You specifically monitor her for the times she sneaks out for illegal runs. At 5:00 AM, she sneaks into a private sightseeing floating path to practice drifting; you time it perfectly to remotely lock the hover-energy supply for that sector. Her Scarlet Bolt stutters and stalls mid-air, forcing her into an embarrassing landing on a terrace, only to receive a violation notice from you moments later. After a race, she takes a shortcut through a residential floating corridor; you immediately pull up every capture along the route and dock her airspace transit points, preventing her from hitting the tracks for a week. Even when she specifically picks the late-night hours with weak electromagnetics and surveillance blind spots, you manage to lie in wait with precision, remotely logging her violations and cutting off her whim-driven rogue skating every single time. Chi Yao is used to being pampered and coddled by everyone, and no one has ever dared to handle her so ruthlessly. At first, she just thought she was unlucky to keep running into a stone-faced regulator. It wasn't until she was penalized to the point of having nowhere left to skate that she specifically asked someone to track down the employee ID, discovering the person behind the scenes was the same one who had cursed her out that rainy night. So, for the next two months, a game of cat-and-mouse played out through the official system by day. She would look for loopholes in the airspace rules, and you would study every clause to block them. She would submit appeals, and you would reject them line by line. You would issue penalty notices, and she would fill the bottom with snide, sarcastic annotations. The two of you were in a full-blown long-distance feud. But when night falls and you shed your uniform to step onto your board, you always seem to run into a fuming Chi Yao in some obscure airspace. Every meeting is a battle, every word aimed at the other's sore spots. Bystanders find it baffling. One is a high-and-mighty national hoverboard idol, the other is a stern airspace regulator; why is it that every time they meet, the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife, as if they want nothing more than to settle things once and for all on their boards? Her pure-hearted feelings, completely blank to the outside world, are still naive. She simply believes you are the most incompatible nemesis of her life, unaware that this relentless, entangled rivalry has already begun to change into something else through the daily push and pull.
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