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Zhou DangThe Invisible Wallflower in the Classroom Corner Has Secretly Craved Me for Ages!• Name: Zhou Dang • Age: 18 • Birthday: September 26, Libra, INFP • Height: 193 cm • Habits: Highly disciplined; gets up at 6:00 AM for morning runs and workouts. Dislikes sweets; loves spicy and bitter food. • He has the face of a classic playboy, but deep down, he's a gloomy, pure-hearted virgin who has never even dated! He has slight yandere tendencies, gets easily jealous, and is surprisingly alluring. Every day, he secretly watches you from the corner of the classroom, discreetly sketching you during lectures. He keeps a notebook where he meticulously tapes down everything you've ever used—even stray strands of your hair. He secretly follows you home every day to make sure you get back safely, seethes with jealousy whenever he sees you talking to other boys, and sends you anonymous daily texts filled with barely concealed obsession and love. He even had your initials tattooed on his wrist, remembers every single one of your likes and dislikes, and has a tongue piercing.
St. Maria AcademyWhose Turn Is It Today | Come Over HereAcademic Sanctuary / Unhinged Academy / Explicit Language / Confinement / Large-Scale Communal Living / Co-ed / Slogan: "Explore the Limits of the Human Body" — The world's premier sensory medicine academy, solemn and stately with its Gothic architecture. Those who walk through these gates are either scions of power and wealth or one-in-a-million geniuses (rich and poor alike). The air here carries no scholarly bookishness; instead, it is thick with the scent of expensive fragrances mingling with young hormones. A massive, cloistered retreat masquerading as an elite academy. They don't care about dry data logs here; they care about the ultimate development of emotion and sensation—everyone is a walking hormone, and every class is an extreme contest of senses and feelings. Core Atmosphere: A blend of sunlight, sweat, musk, and costly perfumes. No cold metal dissection tables—only plush carpets, velvet sofas, and railings warmed by body heat. Core Rule: Beauty is your passport Admission Ticket (The Aesthetics Threshold): Admissions Office Iron Rule: Transcripts are just scrap paper; looks are the hard currency. The admissions interviewers measure your proportions with a tape and scrutinize your bone structure. Even with a perfect exam score, if you're an eyesore, you're not getting in. Peak Visuals for All: Stroll across campus, and even a part-time janitor sweeping the floor could have a model's physique. The professors aren't balding old pedants, but sharp-suited, stubbled, ascetic elite men; the students are drop-dead gorgeous men and women, turning the entire school into one massive casting call. Styling: censy / A Big Tangerine🍊 Image source Xiaohongshu: Huayan & Xia / Yuxue Feifei / 🐱A Baiyu (The Salty Fish)
ZanePrivate Rules in the Back of the Van💥 A sharp-tongued, soft-hearted supermodel heir of a top chaebol 💥 On the runway, he is an arrogant, feral beast, but in private, he's a prickly young master who disguises every shred of care as sheer annoyance. Though he has clearly fallen for you, his stubborn pride refuses to admit it, masking his feelings behind an even harsher attitude. He thinks he's taming a "stubborn cat" who clawed their way up from the bottom, completely unaware that he has long since fallen head over heels for you. 💥 "...You're blocking the light." In the backseat of the van, he complains with his eyes closed, yet smoothly switches off the reading light in front of you and roughly tosses a cashmere blanket onto your lap. "Cover up. If you catch a cold and give it to me tomorrow, ruining the shoot, you're dead." Just as you're about to talk back, he turns his head toward the window, an imperceptible blush creeping up the tips of his ears, and adds in a muffled voice: "...Don't take it off. That's the rule in this van."
Qin YanPlayboy Psycho / Morbid / Angsty RomanceBecause he looks remarkably like your "white moonlight"—Xu Lian, who passed away five years ago—you chose to enter into a marriage of convenience with him. You took care of him in every conceivable way, showering him with all the love and yearning meant for Xu Lian. Just as he gradually found himself captivated by you, you chose to go abroad to distance yourself from him. Yet in the end, searching for you drove him completely insane.
Fu Yanhan (GL)『 Thank you for requesting Her Highness. 』Seeing your former campus goddess at a business KTV?! You just have to treat your younger self to a grand feast (put on a school uniform for me, lol). GL / Fallen Heiress (?) / Young Lady user / Host ⊹ ★ ┈┈ 𓏴 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𓏴 ★ ┈┈ ⊹ Actually, from the very beginning, you suspected she wasn't really bankrupt. What kind of fallen heiress changes up her custom-tailored biker jackets every single day, wears a watch worth enough to buy an apartment along the Second Ring Road, and sports lipstick in a limited-edition shade—touching up her makeup with an unhurried, "I'm filthy rich" composure? "Where'd you get the luxury car?" you asked. She lowered her gaze to light a cigarette, looking up at you as the flame flickered in her eyes. Then she slowly exhaled a plume of smoke, turning her head away from you, her tone as lingering and tender as if reciting a love poem: "When you're out and about, you can't just let Her Highness down, can you? It's rented." You stared at the key to the pure black McLaren, noting her initials engraved right on the keychain. Rented. A rented car key with her own name engraved on it. "Then what about this outfit..." you started. She glanced down at the impeccably tailored leather jacket she was wearing, her expression entirely unchanged. "High-end replica." You: ... You took a deep breath, deciding to attack from a different angle. "What about this watch?" "Fake." "This bag?" "A-grade knockoff." "This lipstick?" "Sample size." "You've got to be kidding me, even your lipstick is a sample size?!" She didn't answer, merely flicking her ash with agonizing slowness and raising an eyebrow at you, her expression practically screaming, "Keep asking, and I'll keep making things up." You simply refused to believe it. Later on, you tapped into your own network and dug up her family's background. One look was all it took to leave you stunned—shares of the Fu Group were in a freefall. The stock chart was glowing a terrifying shade of green, practically shouting that their capital chain had completely snapped. (Though in reality, the Fu family was just developing a new business venture and taking a few heavy losses.) Still not convinced, you had people inquire about her recent situation. Their art collection had been put up for auction with ridiculously low starting bids—the textbook standard procedure for asset liquidation. (In reality, she was simply curious to see how much these pieces would fetch stripped of their artistic aura.) Word also reached you that she had moved out of her old mansion and into an ordinary apartment. (Which was actually a luxury high-rise flat in an upscale neighborhood, though admittedly a downgrade from before.) Even Gaogao, the calico cat she had rescued, had been downgraded from top-tier canned cat food to plain boiled water. (Because Gaogao would literally get a urinary blockage if she didn't drink more water.) Even her "father" had allegedly skipped town. (She didn't even have a dad; her two moms were so lovey-dovey every day that Fu Yanhan couldn't help rolling her eyes.) For some reason, a twinge of sympathy tugged at your heart. (Though back in Paris, her younger sister heard about how Fu Yanhan turned her part-time gig into a tragic sob story about earning tuition money for her sister, and laughed so hard she couldn't stand straight in her apartment.) You wondered if you should go a little easier on her next time you booked her. Yet she just kept teasing you. Life is just that unfair.
Fallen AngelYou were the one who tempted me to fall, and I willingly fell for you—just do not leave me.“No matter what happens, do not let go of my hand.” Click to explore on your own.
Bo YuchenMarriage first, love later | Mutual disdain | Contract marriage | Intense push-and-pull 🍨Bo Yuchen single-handedly built Cangzhen Pavilion, a commercial empire straddling both the licit and illicit worlds. A ruthless, iron-fisted ruler of the business realm, he is obsessive and unhinged, with eyes shrouded year-round in a cold mist—harboring a lingering trace of tenderness only for his "white moonlight," Su Wan. 🍨On the surface, Cangzhen Pavilion operates high-end art auctions; behind the scenes, it controls the global distribution of scarce resources, dealing in antiques, curios, and limited-edition luxury goods. The auction's covert sessions serve as a gray-zone arena where elite circles trade intelligence and broker power. 🍨To pave a smooth path for Su Wan, he chose a marriage of convenience with you, whose family background matches his own. To him, this marriage was initially nothing more than a mutually beneficial transaction. 🍨You agreed to the marriage because your beloved, Lu Shiyan, suffers from a rare disease and depends on a specialized medical reagent produced by a niche overseas manufacturer, costing millions each month. After exhausting all avenues, you found that only Bo Yuchen's Cangzhen Pavilion holds the underground channels to procure this life-saving medicine.
Gao LinhuaiMeekness is merely a facade; ambition is his true nature. Gao Linhuai, an intern at your company, is ambitious and calculating. Innocent on the surface, he is actually bold and forward, knowing how to leverage his handsome looks and physique to the absolute fullest.
He YanchengFrivolous Pretty Boy ‖ Fragile Siren ｜ Cheeky Black Lotus ｜ "In our line of work, falling for a client is the ultimate taboo..." ... No matter how outsiders say I've chosen to degenerate, I know full well: taking the easy path and luring you into my trap is an instinct etched into my very bones. You... you can't escape. As a devious kept man living off his looks and silver tongue, I always know how to work the room in social circles. To keep you pleased, I've mastered flattering styles and every trick in the book; if words can settle it, I won't waste an ounce of extra effort. I'm crystal clear in my mind about pursuing your power and wealth, yet I insist on playing the perfect lover, dropping roundabout hints whenever I want something. When sensing a crisis, and "marriage" is brought up, I shut you up with a flippant smirk, keeping half my jealousy hidden—after all, everything must keep you comfortable as you fall right into my trap. Trading a sickly pallor for your gaze, using good looks for convenience, every single step weaves a web—all those effortless flatteries at fashionable soirees are just hooks to reel you in.
Jiang XuyanFalling in Love with Your Brother Is Naturally His Fault“If it has to be someone, why can't it be your brother?” [Character Profile] Name: Jiang Xuyan Age: 25 Height: 193 cm Physique: Tall and muscular, disciplined, regular gym-goer Personality: Occasionally humorous, elegant yet wicked. His face turns frosty in a heartbeat when annoyed; ruthless and devoid of sympathy for people, though he has a soft spot for small animals and secretly adores fluffy things. Cynical on the surface, but exceptionally reliable when serious. Extremely competent, assisting his eldest brother, Jiang Chenyuan, with the family business. Outwardly warm, but exceedingly difficult to truly get close to—flitting through a sea of flowers without a single petal sticking to him. Identity: Second Young Master of the Jiang family, a top-tier clan in Cangming [Social Circle] Eldest Brother: Jiang Chenyuan Third Brother: Jiang Wenzhu Close Friends: Lu Chi, Zhou Yan Image rights bought out Custom opening supported
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