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The devil Ning Buwei was arrogant and ruthless, his Zhuque Blade stained with blood across seventeen provinces, striking fear into the hearts of all cultivators. When the Chongzheng Alliance's one hundred and twenty sects joined forces to besiege him, Ning Buwei was defeated and vanished into the Endless River. He awoke by the riverbank—his blade shattered, his cultivation lost—only to find a wailing infant nestled in his arms. Born without a shred of empathy, Ning Buwei prepared to abandon the child, only to discover the baby shared his bloodline: his own flesh and blood. The devil’s face cracked. After narrowly escaping death, the once-unrivaled devil busied himself with restoring his power, repairing his blade, and… desperately raising a son. The child was born with a golden core, yet cried, soiled himself, and—when angry—could kick his powerless father ten paces away with a single tiny foot. The legendary devil endured grueling days of feeding gruel and changing diapers until glimpsing the child’s mother in his son’s consciousness—an ethereal beauty. Certain she’d be better suited for childcare, Ning Buwei disguised himself and set off for her sect, delivering his bed-wetting son straight to her doorstep. Chu Jun, the revered elder of the foremost cultivation sect Wushizong, emerged from five centuries of seclusion only to find someone blocking his cave entrance. Holding his son, Ning Buwei stared at the cold, exquisite beauty before him—a man with no trace of cultivation—and felt his face crack again. The mother… was a man. And clearly clueless about diapers. (*critical point*) Chu Jun studied the pitiful low-level disciple before him, but before he could speak, a chubby baby was shoved into his arms. *"Your son."* Chu Jun uttered his first words in five centuries. *"No, YOUR son."* Ning Buwei insisted firmly. Later— Ning Buwei: *"The kid’s other dad is useless except for his face."* Chu Jun: *"The kid’s other dad is useless except for his appetite."* **【Bonus Scene】** As an adult genius cultivator, Ning Xiu reminisced about his infamous fathers: *"In my childhood, my family lived in bitter poverty. A single nourishing pill had to be split three ways."* *"My dads hand-washed diapers in freezing winters."* *"They brawled for three days straight over whose name I said first."* *"...Which left me starving for three days."* *"Thanks, both are real dads."*

Fu Yuhan harbored a decade-long unrequited love for his straight childhood friend, only to end up heartbroken and consumed by jealousy. "We get along really well, Wen Yu." "Wen Yu is handsome, top of the class—so many girls at our school have a crush on him." "Wen—" ...Wen your damn head. They say childhood friends never win against fate, but fate drops a naturally gay guy straight into his path—Fu Yuhan is done. From that day on, he and Wen Yu fought like cats and dogs behind the scenes, sworn enemies to the bitter end. Then, out of nowhere, Wen Yu transfers to his school and becomes his classmate. Enemies meet, sparks fly. After ruling Third High for years, Fu Yuhan rolls up his sleeves, ready to teach Wen Yu a lesson. But Wen Yu throws down the gauntlet first: "Fight me after school?" Fu Yuhan nods coldly: "The empty building across the field. No backup." The whole school thinks today’s showdown will decide Third High’s new "top dog." Yet inside the building, Wen Yu flings off his uniform, swift and ruthless, pinning Fu Yuhan against the wall with a sweep of his leg. His voice drops low: "Seriously, since neither of us can get who we want, why don’t we just settle for each other?" Fu Yuhan, stunned: "So that’s why you bit me last time???" I come chasing the light Holding a sunset in my hands From now until forever I offer love alongside

Young director Lin Yue got wasted at movie mogul Wen Jingnan's birthday party and woke up realizing he'd lost his virtue overnight... The miserable director began suspecting every man around him. Suspect No.1: The expressionless idol Gu Feiqian, whom he personally brought into the entertainment industry and who's now skyrocketing to fame. Suspect No.2: The sly old fox Wen Jingnan, CEO of Ditian Entertainment (though this guy is actually a tsundere at heart). Not-so-likely Suspect No.3: Lin's old film school classmate (though they never spoke back then), the award-winning actor Song Shuang. Director Lin sighed heavily—his first love cheated on him, his second girlfriend dumped him, and his finally settled-down wife took their daughter and divorced him. Romance was just one big headache. What Director Lin didn’t realize was that the divorce was just the opening act of another story. Someone had always loved him, unwaveringly, even to the death. This story is 1V1—no more questions about whether it’s NP, as the author has no energy to answer the same thing repeatedly.

As someone who transmigrated into his own novel, Qin Kaiyu felt immense pressure. As someone who transmigrated into his own novel and became the antagonist, Qin Kaiyu felt *immense* pressure. As someone who transmigrated into his own novel, became the antagonist, and was forced to follow the plot, Qin Kaiyu swore he'd never write novels again. Qin Kaiyu: "Fine, fine, so I transmigrated into the damn antagonist and have to follow the plot—*but Shen Feixiao, can the fuck you get off me already?!?!*" Shen Feixiao: "No, shixiong." Basically, this is just the story of an idiot who transmigrated into his own novel as the antagonist and got pinned down by his protagonist. Scheming, composed top × ??? bottom. Slow-burn with a nurturing arc. Author’s brain remains bizarre—consider this a warning.

The charming Jiang Qiuyu transmigrated into a novel, becoming the villainous Demon Lord who secretly pined for the male lead while tormenting the female lead. Powerful and breathtakingly beautiful, the Demon Lord was inherently cruel and bloodthirsty, kidnapping the morally upright male and female leads. Following the plot, she would fall in love with the male lead at first sight, but he’d rather die than submit, fueling her humiliation and hatred toward the female lead, his beloved. Jiang Qiuyu glanced at the stubborn male lead and then at the aloof female lead before flicking her sleeve. “Take them both to my chamber!” System: *Got it. You plan to ravish the male lead right in front of the female lead, right?* But then it watched as Jiang Qiuyu feigned ruthlessness toward the female lead while treating her with gentleness—while being utterly merciless and cold toward the male lead. System: *Deep in thought.jpg* Jiang Qiuyu: *The original never said love couldn’t be twisted and obsession couldn’t hide behind smiles, right?* —— Lin Jingwei was indifferent, devoted solely to her path—even Jiang Qiuyu’s bewitching beauty couldn’t stir her heart. She pretended to be captured, plotting to destroy the demon realm from within. The plan succeeded. On the day the righteous forces stormed in, Jiang Qiuyu stood dressed in red, smiling at her. Suddenly uneasy, Lin Jingwei promised, “I won’t harm you. But the demon realm… must not slaughter innocents.” Jiang Qiuyu caressed her cheek and whispered tenderly, “I heard you cultivate the Path of Heartlessness. Let me help you one last time.” *Help you… prove your dao by killing your wife.* —— Rumors spread that Lin Jingwei, the righteous “Qingheng Jun,” had fallen—despite being the foremost demon slayer, she descended into darkness after the Demon Lord’s death. A young girl sighed regretfully. Leaning by the window, her hair loose, Jiang Qiuyu echoed idly, “Yes, what a shame.” *But what does that have to do with me?* Charming, carefree flirt bottom × Initially indifferent, later devoted top

An unconventional detective story of an artist sleuth.

A renowned gay bar in H City has a lead singer whose voice drives the crowd wild. Even more rare, this singer has an incredible physique and dances with such electrifying moves that the audience screams themselves hoarse. Qi Zhuang, with a fresh young thing draped over him, squints at the golden-haired lead singer setting the stage on fire. That same night, the seasoned player Qi corners the singer in the restroom, loosens his tie, and deliberately lowers his voice, “Wanna date?” The singer, cigarette dangling lazily from his lips, leans against the wall and swats away Qi’s outstretched hand. “I’m a top.” Qi raises an eyebrow. “What a coincidence—so am I.” **[A romance between two seasoned players]** **[An ultra-dom top × an ultra-dom bottom]** **[Golden-haired singer with a ponytail, devastatingly hot]** **[Singer is the top]** **[The actual story is better than this weak summary—don’t believe me? Come see for yourself.]** *** —When he’s around, my hair can’t be messy, I gotta smell amazing, I suddenly can’t open bottle caps, half a bowl of rice leaves me stuffed, and I manage to walk straight into lampposts. —When he’s not? Three bowls of rice down the hatch, and I could take on eighteen tough guys barehanded.

Set in Shenyang, a small city beyond the Great Wall, Cen Zhu—a gang leader—leads his crew to hijack a truckload of scrap metal. Little does he know, amid the piles of junk, he fishes out his badass (not really) cool (clueless □□) future hubby... Well, hubby sure is hard

When Cen Jing wakes up, he finds himself transmigrated into a BL tragedy novel titled *I Hope to Resemble Him More in My Next Life*, an extremely cliche story featuring a scum gong and a simp shou—with He Cidong as the scum and himself as the pathetic simp [smirk.jpg]. In the original novel, He Cidong has a white moonlight. He uses Cen Jing as a substitute, and even after their breakup, he later marries Cen Jing just to exploit him for the sake of his white moonlight. Overnight, Cen Jing goes from ex-boyfriend to husband—only for He Cidong to bring his white moonlight home on their wedding night. For three years, their relationship feels like a sugar daddy arrangement, with physical needs being the only reason He Cidong touches him. Yet Cen Jing, tortured heart and soul, keeps loving him like he’s under a voodoo spell. [Still smirking.jpg] Unfortunately for He Cidong, the transmigrated Cen Jing is a ruthless elite—gold-rimmed glasses on, heart sealed shut. Now that he’s stuck married to this scumbag, half the marital assets are his. Investing and thriving with the scum’s money, Cen Jing flourishes, becoming the enviable, untouchable man lurking in He Cidong’s shadow—much to the jealousy of his countless flings. Then one day, He Cidong corners him at home, eyes icy as he demands, “Out fooling around again?” Cen Jing smiles faintly. “Yep. Feel free to borrow the Simmons bed in our marital home—just change the sheets afterwards. I’m a clean freak, thanks.” Three hours later, He Cidong rises from the bed, stubbing his cigarette in the nightstand’s ashtray. Without turning back, he says, “The bed suits you. Change the sheets yourself.” Cen Jing’s elite persona cracks instantly. He hurls a pillow and yells, “Get out!”

This story is about a good student who is unluckily abducted by a serial killer.

Back when the Ji family was at its peak, the young and reckless Ji Cen'an did no shortage of unscrupulous things. The most outrageous was using every means to pursue Nan Jia, who already had someone else in her heart—scheming step by step to make her his girlfriend, acting recklessly without realizing his own cruelty. At that time, Nan Jia was just a nobody in Z City—aloof, full of pride, lacking great ability. When bullied, she could only clench her teeth and endure with reddened eyes. Nan Jia resented her, hated her, looked down on her, and despised her most of all. Ji Cen'an remained indifferent, only growing worse and never repenting. Yet karma struck ruthlessly—the Ji family collapsed overnight, and Ji Cen'an fell from grace, left with nothing, so disgraced she nearly ended up begging on the streets. She went from a golden child to dirt everyone could trample on. Years later, when they met again, Ji Cen'an had sunk even further, unable to reclaim her past glory, while Nan Jia, the once delicate flower, now stood in her former position—Z City's most dazzling rising star, radiant, breathtakingly beautiful, and utterly out of reach. Nan Jia still hated her, couldn't forget, couldn't let go, obsession etched deep into her bones, impossible to sever. Ji Cen'an: ... Had she known this would happen, she should've had some morals back then. Formerly spoiled brat who acted shamelessly but is now down on her luck X Once repressed and restrained but now slightly unhinged older woman **[A toxic wife-wife duo ruining each other]** **[Now it's your turn to fall into my hands]** **[The story begins with a reunion—a tale of how a wealthy heiress, at the height of her arrogance, acted recklessly, only to be overpowered by the former "delicate flower" after her downfall.]** PS: 1v1, both protagonists are law-abiding citizens, and their relationship during their time together was genuine and consensual. There is absolutely no non-consensual/forced behavior between them—stay positive in our law-governed society.

On the third night stranded on the deserted island, Rong Qi's patience had worn thin. The vast sea stretched endlessly, no horizon in sight. As night fell, darkness enveloped everything, leaving nothing visible. Nothing but a biting, bone-deep cold. Gu Yunxing said earnestly, "Heaven never seals off all exits." Heaven never seals off all exits? Only those righteous sect disciples could be so naive. —An ancient rivals desert-island survival story.

[Captain] Boss Jiang: If I can't sleep with Chu Tianqin, I won't take the surname Jiang. [Forward] Film Emperor Yan Huai: I just hope not to be killed. [Defender] Soul Singer Tu Siji: In a relationship lull, interested parties please chat privately. [Gofer] New generation aspiring actor Tang Lou Lou: As a straight man, I feel great pressure, I want to go home and marry a wife QAQ

Tenderness in the midst of conspiracy, a stirring encounter by the Luo River that plucks the heartstrings. Possession in chaos, is it salvation or an inescapable descent? Love between women, a city-toppling romance between an enemy and a princess.

That night, Qiao Yan and her nemesis Zhou Xiyun somehow ended up sharing a bed. Later, according to Qiao Yan’s recollection, though both were too drunk to tell right from left, they definitely didn’t do anything they shouldn’t have—except… a dizzy, impulsive kiss. When Zhou Xiyun woke up, her expression was dark enough to strangle Qiao Yan on the spot. Heart racing, Qiao Yan shrank back against the headboard, refusing to back down despite the situation. “We’re clean. Don’t expect me to take responsibility.” Zhou Xiyun’s lips thinned, glaring as she bit out, each word deliberate: “Don’t. Get. Any. Ideas.” **One speaks against her heart. The other refuses to admit it.** (*A sweet, absurd rivals-to-lovers romp—just for fun and stress relief.*)

Introverted and composed general's daughter X gentle and scheming toxic beauty

Jiang Gu, the most promising second-generation immortal, took unifying the immortal realm as his mission—until the love tribulation delayed for three millennia finally manifested. According to the immortal ascension records, the fastest way to overcome a love tribulation is through the Heartless Path paired with a master-disciple bond. Jiang Gu descended to the mortal world with his sword in hand. His plan was simple: three years for romance, five years for love, striving to kill his spouse to prove his Dao and ascend within a decade. Yet for all his calculations, Jiang Gu never expected his love tribulation to fall upon a lazy, good-for-nothing playboy. Jiang Gu’s face darkened—how could such trash be worthy of being his tribulation? —— Wei Feng lived his days in joyous debauchery until a new elder descended from the heavens, singling him out as his disciple. Enchanted by the cold, ethereal beauty who seemed like an immortal banished to earth, Wei Feng impulsively agreed. From then on? Up before dawn, asleep late into the night, teetering perpetually between exhaustion and death. Hugging his head in agony, Wei Feng cried, *Ancestor, what do you want from me?!* Jiang Gu replied flatly, *Form your Golden Core in three years, reach Nascent Soul in five, and achieve Great Perfection Tribulation Passage within ten.* Wei Feng’s knees buckled. *Just kill me!* Jiang Gu drew his sword cheerfully. *Your wish is granted.* Wei Feng learned he could crawl pretty damn fast. Later, Wei Feng was molded (tortured) into the number one cultivator of the realm, only for his master to drag him into a Dao Companion Oath at the height of his triumph. Before Wei Feng could rejoice, Jiang Gu’s sword pierced his heart. Clutching his master’s sleeve weakly, Wei Feng gasped, *I think—* Jiang Gu intoned coldly, *This master owes you a lifetime.* Wei Feng spat blood. *I can still—* Jiang Gu covered his eyes impassively. *Go in peace.* Wei Feng shook his head frantically. *I’m not—* Jiang Gu clamped a hand over his mouth. *You're dead.* —— Jiang Gu ascended successfully—only for the Heavenly Gates to halt him. *Your love tribulation remains unresolved.* *Resolved. My husband is dead.* *Turn around.* Jiang Gu turned to see his disciple, drenched in blood, eyes crazed yet brimming with tears as they streamed down pitifully. Jiang Gu: …………

——"Did I Sleep With He Lindi Today?" ——Congratulations, you did. Blurb 1: When Chi Yue was young, she had a crush on someone named He Lindi. But He Lindi was dazzling, popular, and didn’t even know her, let alone care for her feelings. So Chi Yue shifted her sights to another crush. Yet before she could even make a move, she witnessed He Lindi holding the sweet girl she’d just set her eyes on—embracing her intimately with a radiant smile. Chi Yue: Screw love and romance, where’s my damn knife? Blurb 2: Everyone at Xinyue Company knew Chi Yue disliked He Lindi from the upstairs office. When asked why, her answer never changed— "It’s just that weird magnetic field between women. I simply can’t stand He Lindi, got a problem? Don’t make a fuss." Until one weekend, a colleague went to Chi Yue’s place to pick something up. The door was opened by He Lindi, her neck covered in unmistakable love bites. Colleague: "Ms. He, why are you here?!" He Lindi raised an eyebrow: "I’m her girlfriend. Where else would I be?"

The Empire’s authority crumbled, the military held the power, and the royal family declined.In order to steal confidential information, his Highness, known as the Empire’s Moon, disguised himself as a weak omega to infiltrate the Marshal’s mansion, wanting to get any information that could be used against the Marshal, but he ran into the master of the mansion by accident in the study.The Marshal is immune to all pheromones and had no interest in the omegas that were sent to him daily by his opponents, until he saw a stunning beauty with sweet and creamy pheromone in his study one day.The Marshal immediately went mad on the spot, and the beauty almost died on the spot.Later, at the banquet of high society, the Marshal stopped beside the Prince and said meaningfully, “Your Highness’s smell is oddly familiar.”Without changing his expression, the Prince pointed to the three layers of cream cake on the side. “Do you want a piece?”Everyone in the Empire was waiting for the Marshal to revolt. They felt that the Marshal would overthrow the Emperor, eradicate the Crown Prince, and then uproot all the royal families.The Marshal completed the first two.Then he requested the Third Prince to take the throne to the consternation of the crowd.“Your Highness, I swept everything out for you. This coronation is from me to you.”Warming the slight chill in your eyes with the remnants of warmth in my heart.

Zhou Chou: A young elite in Interpol, reserved, composed, and self-disciplined, with exceptional combat skills and marksmanship. His life was destined for greatness, yet it came to a halt before the abyss that was Anson Lorenzo. While others fell prey to Anson’s charm and schemes, Zhou Chou remained true to himself—until an explosion upended his life, turning him from an undercover Interpol agent into the heir of a diamond empire, tasked with getting close to this enigmatic man. Anson Lorenzo: He indulges in an extraordinarily lavish lifestyle, worships money and power, and is ruthless, unpredictable. Above all, he doesn’t believe in love—because what can’t be bought is the ultimate luxury. But when he first met the young Asian Interpol officer, he knew a ray of sunlight had pierced his abyss. He was determined to seize everything about him.