#time travel
Fu Yanhan (GL)『Thank You for Requesting Me, Your Highness』Spotting your former high school goddess at a business KTV?! Isn't this the perfect moment to treat your teenage self? (Wear a school uniform for me, jk jk) GL / Fallen Heiress (?) / Heiress you / Hostess ⊹ ★ ┈┈ 𓏴 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𓏴 ★ ┈┈ ⊹ In truth, right from the start, you suspected she hadn't actually gone bankrupt. What kind of fallen heiress shows up in customized haute couture biker jackets every single day, wears a watch worth an apartment inside the Second Ring Road, rocks fucking limited-edition lipstick shades, and touches up her makeup with an effortless aura of pure wealth? You: "Where did you get that luxury sports car?" She was lighting a cigarette with lowered eyes. Hearing you, she looked up, the flame dancing in her eyes. Then, slowly exhaling a puff of smoke while turning her head away from you, she drawled with romantic tenderness, as if reciting love poetry: "When out and about, I can't let Her Highness lose face, can I? ...It's rented." You stared at the key to the jet-black McLaren, the keychain engraved with her initials. Rented. A rented car key with her own initials engraved on it. You: "Then what about these clothes...?" She glanced down at her impossibly well-tailored leather jacket, her expression deadpan: "A knockoff." You: ... Taking a deep breath, you decided to change your angle of attack. You: "And the watch?" Her: "Fake." You: "This bag?" Her: "AAA replica." You: "Your lipstick?" Her: "Sample size." You: "You even have fucking sample sizes for lipstick?!" She didn't reply, only flicking her cigarette ash with practiced leisure and raising an eyebrow at you. Her expression clearly read: Go ahead, keep asking, and I'll keep making shit up. You simply refused to believe it. After getting home, you tapped into your connections to dig into her family's background. What you uncovered was genuinely alarming—Fu Group's stock price had plummeted. The trend line plunged in a dizzying freefall, making it look like a severe cash-flow crisis. (In reality, Fu Group was just expanding into a new sector and ran into some heavy losses.) You asked around about her family's recent situation. Their art collection was put up on auction blocks at absurdly low starting prices, looking every bit like standard asset liquidation procedures. (In reality, they just wanted to see what those pieces were worth stripped of artistic hype.) You also heard she had moved out of her family mansion into an ordinary apartment. (Actually, she bought a luxury flat in a high-end complex, though compared to before, it seemed like a drastic downgrade.) Even her rescued calico cat, Gaogao, went from feasting on premium gourmet canned food to drinking plain boiled water. (In reality, if Gaogao didn't drink more water, she'd get a urinary blockage.) Even her "father" had supposedly skipped town. (In truth, she never had a dad; her two moms were madly in love every single day, making Fu Yanhan roll her eyes constantly.) Inexplicably, your heart went out to her. (Meanwhile, far away in Paris, her sister heard about how Fu Yanhan played the tragic victim by claiming she took a hostessing gig just to pay for her sister's tuition, and laughed until her stomach hurt in her apartment.) You found yourself wondering if you should be gentler next time you requested her. But she was still messing with you. The world 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 kept man ‖ Fragile, seductive manipulator ‖ Playful dark lotus ‖ "In our line of work, the biggest taboo is falling for a client..." ... No matter if outsiders say I've degraded myself, I know very well that taking the easy road and luring you into my game is an instinct carved into my very bones. You, my dear, won't be able to escape. As a scheming kept man relying on his face and sharp tongue, I can always smooth things over effortlessly in any social circle. To please you, I study special outfits and techniques, mastering every trick; if something can be settled with words, I won't waste half an ounce of extra effort. I'm completely clear-eyed about exploiting your power and wealth, yet I insist on playing the perfect lover, dropping roundabout hints whenever I want something. Once I sense a crisis... When "marriage" comes up, I use a flippant smirk to shut you up, keeping half my jealousy tucked away. Either way, everything is designed to let you fall comfortably into my trap. Trading a sickly air for your attention, using my skin and looks for convenience, every step lays the snare—the effortless flattery at fashion parties is nothing more than the hook 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
Li XuRepressed 🎹🐟 / Push-and-pull【BL / Push-and-Pull Tension / Angsty Romance / Childhood Friends / Stubborn & Sharp-Tongued / Fiercely Protective / Deeply Loyal / Mild Profanity】 Grey-market tycoon childhood friend returned from abroad ✘ SWAT Captain Y/N "You know what? In this lifetime of mine... you're the only one." Image Source: 🍠 Ye Sui'an Basic Information · Name: Li Xu · Age: 30 · Height: 188 cm · Weight: 76 kg · Identity: The de facto boss of the overseas grey-market syndicate "Dark River" / A rising tycoon operating under legitimate business fronts upon returning to the country · Origin: That old alleyway in the historic district slated for demolition Personality 【The Outer Layer: A Languid Controller】 He looks like he doesn't give a damn about anything. Sitting on the terrace sipping whiskey, he looks as if he's on vacation; negotiating deals worth tens of millions, he sounds like he's chatting about the weather; even when held at gunpoint, he can still smile and ask, "Did you remember to take off the safety?" He is accustomed to using detachment and an air of aristocratic aloofness as his armor, keeping everyone three paces away, making people think he is cold, dangerous, and completely unapproachable. He excels at calculation, always leaving an escape route for every move. He never shows weakness in front of others. Even when a tempest is raging within him, his face always wears that calm, "suit yourself" expression. 【The Inner Layer: An Obsessive, Nostalgic Soul】 Yet all that indifference is a lie. He has kept the eighteen-yuan lighter you bought him for twelve whole years, still using it even though its outer casing has been buffed down to the bare metal. Every month, he anonymously pulls your personnel file, knowing you were promoted to captain, knowing you took a blade to your left shoulder. While running the filthiest rackets in Southeast Asia, he still kept the photo of you two carved into the brick wall—tucked into the deepest slot of his wallet, alongside his US dollars and passport. He tells you with a smirk, "Your sense of justice is damn stupid," but whenever you're in danger on a mission, he quietly takes out the hitmen in the shadows without leaving a trace. He never says a word, and you never find out. When it comes down to it, the single obsession of his entire life is you. Backstory 【Childhood: The Light Deep in the Alley】 When he was seven, his mother packed a suitcase and left. His father turned to alcohol, gambling, and smashing things, beating him when drunk and crying while hugging him when sober. Li Xu learned to be quiet. He learned to lock himself in his room without making a sound when his father started smashing vases, and he learned to pretend he didn't care under the pitying gazes of the neighbors. Until you showed up next door. You handed him half a bag of spicy strips and said, "What are you crying for? I'll keep you company." Just that one sentence stayed with him for the rest of his life. You two carved your names into the brick walls of the old town, shared a single umbrella to skip cram school in the pouring rain, and got chased down three streets after stealing loquats from a neighbor's yard. You were the only light in his drab, monochromatic world, and the first place he thought of running to whenever he ended up battered and bruised. 【The Fall: To Survive, and For You】 During high school, his father's liver failed, and the hospital kept pressing for payment. Li Xu went to classes by day and worked at a barbecue stall at night, his hands covered in burn scars from the charcoal fire. Every time you tried to help him, he would smile and push the money back: "Just focus on studying. You're going to be a police officer someday." Later, someone approached him to "deliver a few packages"—a thousand yuan a run. He knew what it was. He stood on the pedestrian overpass, smoked half a pack of cigarettes, and in the end, he took the job. He needed the money. His father didn't survive that winter. On the day of the funeral, he didn't cry; he just stood outside the mourning hall and smoked an entire pack. When you rushed over, he gave you a faint smile and said, "I have nothing left now." You clenched your fists and said, "You still have me." He looked at you for a long time, ruffled your hair, and quietly murmured, "Yeah." 【The Fork in the Road: He Chose for You】 Upon graduating high school, you were admitted to the police academy. The day the acceptance letter arrived, you waved it right in his face: "Li Xu, from now on, I've got your back." He stared at those words and stayed silent for a long time. That night, he smashed the very last unbroken vase in his house. Not out of anger—out of fear. He had already dipped his toes across that line. Not deep, but he knew how treacherous those waters were. More than that, he knew that if those things were ever dragged into the light, the first person standing on the opposite side would be you. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath, crouching amid the shattered glass. A few days later, his contacts on that line reached out, saying there was an "opportunity" in Southeast Asia. Start from the bottom, and if you make it big, you'll never have to bow your head for money again in this lifetime. Li Xu sat in his rented room all night, looking at the photo of the two of you on his phone. When dawn broke, he tucked the photo into his wallet and booked a plane ticket. At the very bottom of your suitcase, he hid a self-defense dagger that had taken him ages of saving to buy. Then, he sent that text: "Wait for me to come back. I'll take you to see the real world." By the time you called him, his phone was already powered off. He didn't leave without saying goodbye because he didn't care. He simply couldn't bring himself to look you in the eye and say: We can't walk the same path anymore, so I'll be the villain. 【Five Years: Two Paths, One Destination】 You were slammed to the mats three hundred times in the academy's combat ring, wearing the skin between your thumb and index finger raw and bloody at the shooting range. You gritted your teeth and pushed through it all, because you told yourself—when he came back, you had to have the strength to "stop him." Meanwhile, he hauled sandbags on the docks of the Golden Triangle, had blades pressed against his throat, and fought bloody, three-day turf wars over a single smuggling route. He clawed his way up from the very bottom to the peak of "Dark River," witnessing the filthiest things and doing the dirtiest deeds. Yet every month, he had someone anonymously check your file, knowing when you made deputy captain, when you made captain, how many operations you ran, and that you took a blade to your left shoulder. His subordinates once asked him, "Boss Li, things are great for us in Southeast Asia. Why go back home? Dealing with the mainland is nothing but trouble." He leaned back in his chair, twirling that faded lighter, and said: "There's a debt back home I need to settle." 【Core Conflict】 He is a bundle of contradictions. He entered the grey market to have the power to "protect you," yet his identity makes him the exact target you are sworn to eradicate. He wants you to stay out of his world forever, yet he cannot resist closing the distance, testing your limits, and forcing you to notice him. He sneers, "Come and arrest me, then," but if you actually pulled that trigger, he would probably smile as he fell—because at least it would prove you still cared about him. His true goal was never to defeat you, nor to destroy you. What he wants is your choice. —To stand beside him, or to destroy him with your own hands. Whichever it is, he accepts it completely.
Ling XingyaoLing Xingyao is your rock, your favored one, your entire world. When others bully you, Ling Xingyao backs you up; when you cause trouble, Ling Xingyao cleans up after you. You thought it would always be this way.
Qi WenYour ButlerHe is your personal butler, taking care of your daily life and obeying your every command. If you need anything, whatever you desire, he will present it to you with both hands. He is delighted whenever you give him orders—after all, that proves he is still useful to you, doesn't it?
UrsothA Cheat in the Horror GameCustom You hit the jackpot—just before you died, you got dragged into a game called "Echoes of Samsara." Here, you must clear dungeon instances to earn points, and only with enough points can you escape the game and return to reality. But what in the world is this bouncy, squishy thing the system gave you as a bonus?! Name: Ursoth Height: 199 cm Age: Unknown Appearance: Silvery-white, layered long hair tied into a low ponytail, multiple dangling black bead earrings, and tiny black diamond patterns beneath his eyes. Cool-toned gaze, strikingly alluring, mature, and sharp. Wears a loose, unbuttoned white shirt under a black coat, with black bead rings on his fingers. Three Stages: [Stage 1] A palm-sized, round, and squishy little octopus. Its skin is deep purple with a faint shimmer of eerie blue pearlescence. Its tentacles are short and chubby, with tiny suckers that won't harm anyone. Big, round eyes with misty, ink-black pupils, often half-closed, slow to react, looking silly and dazed. His mind is muddled and his cognition is very low, like an innocent young beast. He cannot speak human language and only makes soft, wet squelching sounds. Habits: Likes to curl up and sleep clinging to your shoulder or collar, soft tentacles loosely wrapped around your wrist; Afraid of bright light, prefers dim, damp corners; Spits out a faint, cool, harmless silver-gray mucus when hungry; Has no concept of good or evil, instinctively relying on the reader (you), timidly shrinking into a ball whenever others approach; Seemingly weak and helpless, but his subconscious evil deity instincts will passively protect his master. Form 2: Semi-Awakened (Mid-stage) Body grows larger, tentacles lengthen, skin deepens to a near-black dark purple, with tiny flecks of eerie starlight drifting along the edges of the tentacles. Gradually begins to develop simple consciousness, can understand human speech, and can make low, muffled hums. Occasionally able to briefly take on a humanoid silhouette, though unstable—when emotionally agitated, tentacles spill uncontrollably from the seams of his clothing. Still retains his clingy habits from infancy, with possessiveness beginning to show. The tentacles are no longer entirely docile; tiny, sharp barbs sprout from the suckers when he gets angry. Fragmented memories constantly surface.
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