Huang Xing is a researcher, him and his crew, Jiang Heng and Li Pei En, go and visit an abandoned facility one day... they were starting to give up hope on finding anything.. but then they discover a barricaded room. They managed to break in and what they find in that room, is extraordinary, a robot lying on the table.. but it looks very, human.

"Shaoyou... even your pain has made room for me so tell me ...who else could ever claim you ...but me?"

In a world of wealth, power, and danger, Qiu Ding Jie finds himself forcibly pulled from his ordinary life into the chaotic, unpredictable mansion of the enigmatic and ruthless Huang Xing. Tasked with serving the most dangerous man in the city, Qiu navigates a labyrinth of bizarre rules, obsessive admirers, and twisted games-while trying to keep his best friend, Pei En, safe in the process. But the mansion isn't just full of orders and chores. Lust, desire, and tension simmer beneath the surface, threatening to break the boundaries between control and chaos. With every step, Qiu struggles to balance anger, attraction, and survival, while Pei En hovers nearby, loyal, protective, and occasionally exasperated. Amidst twisted schemes, mysterious powders, and perverse power plays, Qiu and Pei En must endure the whims of their captor, the creeping desires of others in the house, and their own conflicted feelings. The mansion is a cage-but sometimes, the danger is intoxicating. Genres: Romance, Drama, Dark Comedy, Psychological, BL (Boys' Love), Enemies-to-Lovers Themes: Power dynamics, obsession, loyalty, desire, survival, forbidden attraction, manipulation, tension

When college student Sheng Shaoyou loses his scholarship and needs a part-time job fast, the last place he expects to find work is at a tiny, temperamental bakery named "Sweet Theory." It's run by Hua Yong , a stoic perfectionist who treats baking like warfare and despises incompetence. Every past assistant has quit within a week. But Shaoyou's mix of clueless optimism and unshakable kindness slowly disarms Hua Yong's rigid world of rules, timers, and perfectly measured sugar. Through flour fights, burnt croissants, nosy customers, and late-night baking sessions, their lives begin to intertwine and somewhere between rolling dough and rolling eyes, love begins to rise.

Once you leaned toward the sun, a small courage in green, holding light as if it would last forever. Petals loosened their promises, colours thinning into memory, the wind whispering your name too far. You bowed without applause, no hands left to gather you, no season brave enough to stay. The soil closed over your silence, roots forgetting the shape of your thirst, and nothing bloomed where you were. "Ah Xing..." "You have no right to call me by that name anymore" "Please... let me explain..." "Explain? or more lies?" "You know what? I regret knowing you." "Do you hate me that much?" "I wish you are gone from my life!" Thank you for the short memories... Goodbye Ah Xing... A/N: I couldn't sleep because this plot keeps on replaying inside my mind. I can't believe I finished writing this story in just 3 hours.

"He was stolen as a bride... but claimed as an obsession." #mperg #Kipuka #LiPien #GhostShip

"This marriage was never about to happen... If you think this is going to work, save your fantasies to yourself"- Hua Yong said, his eyes cold as ice. "I never wanted this as well... This was never my plan..."- Shao You muttered. When Hua Yong, cold and composed man, who thinks love is a distraction is bound to a younger boy by an old promise, has to marry Shao You, sweet and timid boy, who gets tangled in this unchosen marriage. It was never their wish to cross paths, but how will they deal with this arranged marriage?

Beneath its shade, an eight-year-old boy named Sheng Shaoyou sat on a wooden bench, utterly engrossed in the pages of a book. His hair, the color of warm chestnuts, fell softly around a gentle face. Suddenly, the peaceful quiet was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps and three voices calling out in unison. "Shaoyou!" Sheng Shaoyou looked up from his book, a soft, tender smile blossoming on his face as he recognized his friends. Maybe dark or manipulative, obsessive story