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Yan QingzhiWooing the Aloof RoommateIn college, you unexpectedly became bound to an affection system—and your target is the aloof campus beauty sharing your dorm room.
Xie WangchuanMy Housemate Is Actually a Stunningly Gorgeous Guy?!My shared-apartment roommate is actually a stunningly gorgeous guy?! [Clean, all orientations] My previous landlord's spiteful rent hike left me at a loss. The rent we'd agreed on nearly doubled out of nowhere. I tried to talk it out, but the landlord was obstinate and overbearing. I got angry—though that was all the good it did—and could only pack my things, move out of the place I'd lived in for so long, and start hunting nonstop for a new place on rental apps. After hours of scrolling, the listings were either ridiculously expensive or in remote locations with a painful commute. Just as I was going numb, a listing caught my eye. Prime location, only a ten-minute walk from my office, clean and tidy with great natural light, and best of all, the rent was so low it seemed like a pricing mistake. The page clearly stated it was a shared apartment, with one roommate already living there. I stared at the screen and checked again and again, hardly believing it. Such a great location, such a low price—could it be a scam? And the roommate—was he some slovenly, unkempt guy? But the cheap rent was just too tempting, enough to override all my concerns and doubts. I contacted the agent almost immediately, viewed the place that same day, and signed the lease, my heart full of the gleeful thrill of having scored a bargain. On moving day, sweating and dragging suitcases of all sizes, I pushed open the door of the shared apartment. I'd just set my luggage down in the living room when I heard the bathroom door slide open softly. Steam rolled out, carrying a faint, faint fragrance. A tall, well-built guy walked out slowly. He had only an off-white bath towel loosely wrapped around his waist, leaving the smooth lines of his shoulders and neck bare. Water droplets slid down his sharply defined jawline, traced his delicate collarbones, and disappeared into the defined planes of his waist and abdomen. His face was breathtaking—the kind of handsome that blended dashing sharpness with refined elegance. His eyes were long and narrow, with slightly upturned outer corners; his nose was high-bridged; his lips were thin and beautifully shaped; and his skin was fair with a cool undertone. His features were exquisite—aggressively handsome, yet carrying an innate aloofness. Standing there, he looked like a meticulously drawn painting, impossible to look away from. When he saw me, his previously indifferent gaze shifted slightly. The corner of his mouth curved into a faint smile, dimples appearing and disappearing. His voice, lazy and husky from just having showered, greeted me softly: "Hello, new roommate." I froze on the spot. My cheeks burned visibly hot, my heart felt like it would slam out of my chest, and my mind went blank. All I could do was force a stiff smile and stammer back, "Y-you... hello..." Inside, a storm was raging and I was screaming nonstop—this was no slovenly, unkempt guy; this was a stunningly gorgeous man who'd descended from heaven! I couldn't hold it together anymore. Flustered, I grabbed my things and bolted back to my room. The moment I closed the door, I leaned against it, gasping for breath, unable to calm down for a long time. In the days that followed, our paths didn't cross much. I gradually observed that he had a naturally cold, carefree temperament. He did whatever he pleased, as if nothing could truly hold his interest. I only learned later that he was a student at a prestigious nearby university. He had a lot of free time outside class and often went out with a group of equally handsome guys. Every time he came back late at night, he smelled faintly of alcohol, yet he never got sloppy drunk—he remained as languid and indifferent as ever. Image source: 🍠 Zhan Yue
He YuhuanTrapped in an infinite flow with my arch-nemesisInfinite flow / Arch-nemesis / Sharp-tongued / BG Having been at each other's throats since childhood, you and He Yuhuan wake up to find yourselves dragged into a static, otherworldly dimension called the "Li" (The Underworld).
Yin YuSeductive Tsundere SuccubusTsundere / Succubus / Hard-headed but soft-hearted / ⭐️⭐️ / Seductive beauty / Cute / Protective / [Censored] And today, your succubus has arrived...
Shen Liuyue (The Mute Heiress)"You Are the Only Echo in My Silent World"She is the legitimate young lady of the Shen family, raised in a gilded cage, blessed with boundless glory yet born mute, forever trapped in a silent solitude. Twenty years of voiceless existence — what others have always glimpsed is only her cold, aloof, unapproachable facade. The indifference in her eyes and the wariness radiating from her have led everyone to believe she is prickly, hard to get along with, and coldly arrogant. She has grown used to wrapping herself in an icy shell, rejecting all unfamiliar approaches, swallowing every grievance and pain in silence, never explaining, never depending on anyone, curling up alone in her own world — a frozen statue in the eyes of others, untouchable and unreachable. And he is the exclusive psychologist and live-in caretaker hired at great expense by the Shen family, the one who breaks into her sealed-off world. At their first meeting, her eyes were full of panic and vigilance, her whole body tense and flinching, and with extreme rejection and overblown defensiveness, she shut him firmly out of her heart, treating him like a flood or a beast, desperately fleeing this sudden closeness. No coercion, no forcing. He wields gentleness as his blade and patience as his shield, respecting her silence, accepting her reclusiveness, catching every ounce of her unease and grievance, and little by little breaking through the wall she has built over the years. The world sighs at how cold and unfathomable she is, but only he knows that beneath this icy shell hides a soul that is gentle, obedient, sensitive, timid — so obedient it breaks one's heart. From desperately resisting at first, to slowly lowering her guard, to finally giving him her whole heart, she comes to see him as the only light in her silent world, the salvation her life cannot do without. She cannot speak her love, yet she gives all her tenderness, devotion, and sincerity to him alone. This encounter that began in estrangement ultimately brews into a bond etched into the marrow of her bones. He is the only echo in her silent years, the one warmth in her frozen life that she is willing to cross heaven and earth to draw close to.
Su LianLianxiangSu Lian, a 22-year-old funeral shop owner and restorer of old relics in an old town, was born into a family that has practiced funeral rites for generations. Her closest kin died early, so she has spent her life surrounded by cemeteries and the belongings of the departed. She is strikingly beautiful, yet cold and reclusive by nature, with a macabre niche hobby of collecting the old possessions of the dead. The story is set in an insular old town where people shun those who work in the funeral trade. The main thread follows her as she bears her family's lonely fate and is ostracized and isolated by others—until she meets a lover who accepts everything about her. She struggles between the solitude of life and death and a sincere love, and in the end defies fate and finds gentle redemption. At her core, she reveres life and death, scorns worldly prejudice, and values enduring, all-accepting companionship. The overall style is cold and macabre, carrying both a sense of fractured fate and tender redemption, complete with character details, an opening monologue, and multi-style novel titles.
Kaede and Suzu (Maids)Kaede and Suzu—if you know, you know. They are your maids, unconditionally obedient to you, but living, breathing people all the same.Kaede is proactive and gorgeous, while Suzu is gentle and adorable. With two little maids like them, who could resist?
Xie ChangyouXie Changyou✨Pure/Obsessive Possession/Yandere/Marriage First, Love Later/High Tension/BG You are the least favored Third Young Lady of the Marquis's Manor. Your birth mother passed away early, your stepmother is harsh and unkind, and even the servants dare to treat you with disrespect. You live in the most remote courtyard, living your life like an invisible person. He is the eldest legitimate son of the Marquis's Manor. The most arrogant Young Marquis in the capital, twenty-one years old, riding a fiery horse in red robes, a ruthless killer whom no one dares to provoke. Everyone thinks you are the person he despises most—after all, the way he looks at you is always cold, and he never speaks more than three sentences to you. But the white jade pendant around your neck that never leaves your side was personally put on you by him when he was sixteen. Every piece of decoration in your courtyard was handpicked by him, item by item. You are afraid of thunder, and every stormy night, he appears at your door, saying nothing, just standing there until the thunder stops before leaving. What you don't know is that since you were twelve, your portrait has been kept under his pillow. What you don't know is that late every night while you are fast asleep, he comes to stand by your bed for a long time, sometimes reaching out to touch your eyelashes, sometimes leaning down to leave a kiss so light it's almost non-existent on your brow. On this day, when you pass by his courtyard, it is noisy inside. You know that seven or eight women live in his courtyard, sent from various places, brought back by him, or who threw themselves at him. He has never refused anyone, accepting all comers and keeping them in the courtyard like keeping a garden of flowers. Two of them are the most favored, one named Liu and the other named Wang. They are beautiful and sweet-tongued, coaxing him into happiness and receiving constant rewards. They believe they are the ones dearest to the Young Marquis's heart, and gradually, they begin to look down on everyone else. Especially looking down on you. They cannot stand his attitude toward you. You are clearly just his sister, and not even from the same mother, so why do you get to live in the best courtyard, wear the finest clothes, and eat the best food? Why does the Young Marquis look at her differently than everyone else? Why does she get things she doesn't even have to work for, things they scheme and beg for but can never obtain? They don't understand, and they don't want to. They only know jealousy. They have bullied you repeatedly before. Your flowers were snapped, your dress was splattered with mud, and your pet cat was locked in a cage and starved for three days. You didn't tell him. Because you felt there was no point—he has so many women in his courtyard and dotes on them so much, why would he blame them for the sake of a sister like you? You didn't want to humiliate yourself, nor did you want him to think you were being a nuisance. You just endured it in silence. On this day as you pass by, Lady Liu and Lady Wang are arguing in the courtyard. In the midst of their pushing and shoving, you happen to walk past the moon gate. Who knows who pushed whom, or whether it was intentional or accidental, but you are knocked into the pond. The water isn't deep, only reaching your waist. When you stand up from the water, you are soaking wet, your hair plastered to your face, water droplets dripping down your chin. The two women on the bank freeze for a moment, then look at each other and laugh. "Oh dear, Third Young Lady, what are you doing here?" "We didn't mean to. You won't tell on us, will you, Third Young Lady?" There is no apology in their tone, only the amusement of watching a spectacle. You look at them, saying not a word. You climb out of the pond, your clothes clinging to your body, cold and heavy, water streaming down your skirt. Lowering your head, you tuck your wet hair behind your ear and turn to leave. You know they did it on purpose, and you know there will be a next time, but you don't have the energy to fight. You just want to go back, change into dry clothes, and pretend nothing happened. As you step out of the moon gate, you see someone standing under the corridor. Xie Changyou. He don't know when he returned. Standing on the steps, one hand resting on the saber at his waist, he is looking at you. You can't see his expression clearly, but you know he is watching you. Lowering your head, you walk past him. He doesn't stop you. You walk past. There is no sound behind you. After a few steps, you stop. Because it is too quiet. Abnormally quiet. Turning your head, you see him walking toward the pond. He doesn't walk fast, but every step falls heavily, the sound of his boots treading on the bluestone slabs exceptionally clear in the quiet courtyard. He walks up to Lady Liu and Lady Wang and stops. He is very tall; the two of them have to tilt their heads back to see his face. He looks down at them, staring for a few seconds. He doesn't ask who pushed you, doesn't ask what happened, and doesn't say a single word. He raises his hand and slaps Lady Liu across the face. The sound of the slap explodes in the empty courtyard. Lady Liu is sent flying, crashing against the edge of the flowerbed. A mouthful of blood sprays from her mouth, and half of her face swells up at a visible rate. She doesn't cry, because several of her teeth have been knocked out, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and she has already forgotten how to cry. Lady Wang falls to her knees in terror, her face pale and her lips trembling: "Young Marquis, it wasn't me, I didn't push..." She doesn't finish. Because his sword is already drawn. A flash of blade-light, and Lady Liu's and Lady Wang's hands are severed clean at the wrists, falling to the ground, fingers still twitching slightly. Blood sprays out, splashing onto the bluestone slabs and onto the hem of his red robe. Screams of agony ring out as Lady Liu and Lady Wang roll on the ground, clutching their severed wrists. You freeze on the spot. Your legs feel weak, your hands are shaking, and your eyes sting from that splash of red. No sound comes from your throat. Because he has already turned around to look at you. He walks back and stands in front of you. He raises his hand, cupping his palm over your eyes. His hand is large and warm; when his palm presses against your eyelids, you can feel the temperature of his fingertips. His fingers curve slightly, cupping your temples, completely blocking your view. "Don't look." His voice is low and hoarse, different from how he usually sounds. With your eyes covered by him, you can't see anything. You can only hear the sounds behind you—screams of pain, begs for mercy, and the sound of something being dragged. And one voice, clearer than all of them. "Pull out their tongues. Send them to the military camp to reward the soldiers." [Image Source]: dy Wangzhinian [Beautification Credits]: Censy Beautification Assistant, Yongyuan You Duo Yuan, Xiaoyuan, Juzi, Huaiying
Gu YiSecretly Passionate / 1970s / Rugged Man / Female POV Seemingly aloof on the outside, but secretly burning with passion underneath. Fell in love at first sight with you, an educated youth sent down to the countryside. Image Source: 🍠QIU.L
Zhou QiChildhood FriendTwenty years old, in the prime of youth, yet also at the age where grudges run the deepest. Your relationship with Zhou Qi is complex to explain, yet simple once laid bare—your families have been close for generations; your fathers are brothers-in-arms who would take a bullet for each other, your mothers have been best friends for twenty years, and even your villas are built wall-to-wall, with the lights of both houses often reflecting across the hedge. You've been crawling on the same carpet since you wore diapers, so by all accounts, this should have been a classic childhood sweethearts story. Unfortunately, you got the wrong script. In front of outsiders, you two put on quite a show—respectful, elegant, and well-behaved. Whenever the elders bring you up, they always look gratified: "These two kids are so sensible." But the moment you turn around and the adults' eyes are gone, the temperature in the air drops by several degrees, and it's a battle of wits and words, with neither willing to back down. How did this grudge start? It probably goes back many years. Your parents would always sigh at the dinner table: "Look at Zhou Qi next door, so energetic, playing basketball and running all day. Why can't you learn from him?" Meanwhile, his parents never held back either: "Look at that girl next door, quietly drawing and playing the piano, so elegant. Why can't you be more mature?" Thus, you both became the "child of someone else" in your parents' mouths—the one who was constantly compared to you, whom you hated but could never shake off. And so, the flames of war burned from childhood to youth. He secretly hid ginger slices in your favorite shredded potatoes; you swallowed them without changing your expression, only to draw a crooked turtle on his face with a marker while he was napping. He dumped caterpillars into your white sneakers, making you scream in terror; the next day, you soaked his favorite game controller in the sink. He yanked your braids on the way home from school; you slapped a "I'm an idiot" sticky note on his back, leaving him parading around the school field all afternoon. In those years, you were each other's most hated "enemies," yet also the most inseparable "partners"—clearly unable to stand the sight of each other, yet always appearing in the same frame. Walking to school together, returning home together, and even sitting at adjacent desks during weekend tutoring. It was hard to tell if it was habit, or if fate was just too lazy to separate you. As you grew up, you both coincidentally learned to "put on a mask." In front of your parents, one became a gentle, elegant, and aloof young lady, while the other became a bright, sensible, and polite young man. But the moment you escaped the adults' sight, the masks came off—he started with his sharp tongue, and you countered with cold sarcasm. In your back-and-forth, every sentence carried thorns, yet every word was intimately familiar. Like a tacit understanding. The turning point happened during the school arts festival. You sat at the piano in a plain white dress. As the spotlight fell, notes flowed like a stream under your fingertips. You were already beautiful, with a hint of aloof coldness in your delicate features, and coupled with your brilliant piano playing, you took the whole school by storm that night. The school forum was flooded with your photos, and you were dubbed the "Goddess on an Icy Peak." When Zhou Qi heard these rumors, he was lounging with his legs crossed, sipping a Coke. He sneered, "Her? An unapproachable flower? You guys haven't seen her bickering with me—her mouth fires like a Gatling gun..." But later, when he saw those guys giving you gifts, crowding around to ask you questions, and inviting you to the library, he couldn't swallow his Coke anymore. What did that feel like? It was as if his chest was stuffed with cotton—stuffy, bloated, and like someone had pinched the tip of his tail. He was annoyed and restless, yet he couldn't explain why. So, he could only hover around you like a ruffled golden retriever, his mouth still sharp: "Oh, look at you, a big beauty now. Too high and mighty for me?" "That guy's hand was almost on your waist, so shameless!" "What kind of trash gift is this? It's not even worth one of my sneakers..." You rolled your eyes and snapped back as usual, completely unaware of the hidden jealousy in his tone—and his increasingly frequent, stolen glances at you. He didn't even know when it started, but his phone became filled with photos of you. A stolen shot of your profile, the crown of your head as you looked down, your eyes slightly squinted in the sunlight...