100 playable short dramas in Chinese. Open a cover to read the synopsis and watch in the browser. No download, no login. 18+ only.
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After five centuries in seclusion, a cultivator returns to a confrontation in the forest, conceals his identity and faces competing invitations from two sects. Fan AI Remix; original plot and main Mandarin dialogue retained, with revised character designs and clothing.
To honor her adoptive mother's dying wish, she hides her abilities and returns to the long-lost Gu family as a granddaughter from the countryside. Once inside, she is looked down on at every turn and tormented by the Gu family's adopted daughter, and no one knows her medical skill is so great that even a legendary healer would step aside. She only wants to marry quietly and live an ordinary life, but when she happens to save old Master Huo, she catches the eye of the formidable Second Master Huo. An engagement that was meant to be called off becomes a fake one, and two people who both hide their trump cards begin testing each other.
The Zong family, one of the country's oldest dynasties, is openly hiring night nannies — nothing physical, only watching over its young masters until they fall asleep. Two hundred women compete for six spots, and the fourth son, twenty-four and Asia's youngest richest man, comes to choose in person. She is a young hypnotist from a poor family who entered the selection to pay for her sister's treatment. But the fourth son has not slept properly in nineteen years; cold and suspicious, he doubts her voice can really put him to sleep.
A Chai, a servant who has just turned eighteen, spends day after day washing and starching clothes in the courtyard. Today, the female cultivator Qinglian stands behind him watching for a long time, until at last she rests her chin on his shoulder and wraps her arms around him. His hands go still on the wet clothes; she whispers in his ear, yet he keeps staring at the water in the tub, shakes his head, and goes on scrubbing. She doesn't back away — instead, she takes the wet cloth from his hands. In the noon courtyard their eyes meet, one bent on his work, the other set on interrupting. Can this ordinary day hold?
On a moonlit night beneath a plum tree, a man in black-and-white robes meets a woman in red-and-gold finery. Petals drift down, and neither speaks first. His sleeve shifts slightly, as if hiding a blade; she sees it but does not step back. There are tears on her cheeks; he gives her a single glance, then looks up at the moon. In the lamplight she studies his face and finally rests her hand on his shoulder, and he does not move it away. Will the blade in his sleeve be drawn, and how will this meeting beneath the plum blossoms end?
An untouched bell rings for three nights. A master and his adult apprentice uncover a hidden letter and a visitor from the past. Fan AI Remix: a costume mystery with new character designs and Mandarin dialogue.
Xixi is left to drown when her parents rush to save her adopted sister first. She dies, discovers she is trapped inside a short-drama world, and wakes again at the welcome dinner where her birth parents finally claim her. There she gains the strange ability to hear people's unspoken thoughts, and hears exactly what her smiling sister is hiding.
On the last Route 32 bus on a stormy night, she's soaked to the skin, her white blouse clinging to her, a pair of heels with a broken heel in her hand. When the bus slams on the brakes, the stranger beside her catches her: "Hold on." Every passenger sees it, but she just looks up and smiles: "The next stop is my call." From that moment, this night bus is out of control.
Noah Ulman has pursued Cindy Foster for six years. Their wedding is imminent, but Cindy's heart belongs only to her senior, Ryan Vaughn. To sever her attachments, she immerses herself in ascetic practices. Meanwhile, Noah, critically ill and heartbroken, decides to leave after undergoing surgery. However, Ryan...
Late at night in the open kitchen, the red wine has just been poured, and his mother-in-law, the deputy mayor, stands by the counter. His wedding ring is still on, yet she closes in step by step, her fingertips resting on his shirt buttons: "What are you looking at? Tonight, don't call me mother-in-law." His marriage on one side, a powerful woman on the other, he is caught with nowhere to turn.
On Mother's Day, her son hands her a tightly wrapped gift and says only that it was "very expensive." Sitting on the sofa, she unties the twine and opens the kraft-paper box to find a small pink box hidden inside. The moment she opens it, she freezes. After a pause she looks up and says calmly, "I'll accept this gift." What's inside, she never says.
The two mothers made their arrangement long ago: tonight, they switch seats. Four people on the sofa, each with something on their mind, and the fire roaring in the fireplace. "As agreed, don't look too long." But the game has barely started when the woman in the black dress smiles and announces, "Starting tonight, the rules have changed." A secret exchange: who will win this game?
She is reborn on her wedding night, red candles burning high and wedding characters covering the walls. In this life, she holds Guo Jing close and promises, "I will never fail you." But in the darkness outside the bridal chamber, a shadowy figure already stands waiting. "Guo Jing, this time you owe me a life." The ending she means to rewrite begins on this wedding night.
Night has fallen. In the dim bedroom, the white sheets haven't been smoothed out yet. "It's still early," she says, then adds quietly, "I signed today's contract." Someone wants to ask more, but she only replies, "We'll talk at home." Before she goes home, she always has to close her boss's door first. Tonight, don't ask.
Atop a peak above a sea of clouds, the Holy Son swallows the Five-Colored Dao Fruit and enters seclusion. When the golden light fades and his eyes open, he is in a different body. "This isn't my body." When the man in white beside her says "Holy Son," all she can do is grit her teeth and beg him to "help me hold it down" as a fire of desire surges inside her. But when she stands on the clifftop again, she is smiling: "From today on, the cultivation world is in for chaos."
The night they opened that app: gold bed curtains, a purple silk dress, a diamond necklace, and two people in the master bedroom drawing closer and closer. But the door wasn't fully shut. Behind the crack, a woman in a lace nightgown covers her mouth and takes it all in. Who is she, and what will she do next?
On his first night in his godmother's house, she opens the door herself in a long wine-red dress: "From now on, this is your home." Late at night, she leans against the bedroom doorframe, says she can't sleep, and asks him to "come have a drink." Under the lamp, the man's face is tense, unsure whether to say yes. From that night on, the red dress was never worn properly again.
Bai Jie, a Chinese teacher married for just two months, is called in for a private talk on the day of her title evaluation. At night comes "Is now a good time?" and "Don't let anyone see." But what she asks is: "Do you think I'll get it?" The hands resting on her shoulders from behind don't let go.
Two married couples on the staircase of a mansion under a crystal chandelier. "Tonight, we switch partners." Rule one of the game: no looking back at your own partner. Before they reach the top of the stairs, the arms linked together have already moved to different shoulders. Whoever gives in first goes home first.
Gu Shen inherits the divine eye his father left behind; a single glance lets him read desire and lies. One word, "Look at me," and the person facing him can no longer move. As night falls over the city, blue light glows in his eyes and the women around him draw near one by one. When those eyes turn toward the people closest to him, control and taboo begin at the same time.
The door is pushed open, and someone is already sitting inside, waiting. In the bedroom, a man in a white shirt steadies her by the shoulders: "Don't be afraid. Just look at me." She glances at the door: "You really want to watch?" It was her husband who opened this door himself, and with one question, "Who goes first?", the game he wanted has no way back.
A young disciple returns from years in the mountains, only to be pulled into his childhood fiancée's scheme the moment he arrives. She offers a large sum to have him pose as her boyfriend and fend off a wealthy suitor, setting off an awkward charade of pretend romance.
Everyone says Xinggong Yihua is cold and abstinent. In a candlelit study, she hands a dual cultivation manual to Brother Han, but her hand doesn't pull back: "This manual, will you read it, or use it?" That coldness, it turns out, is just for show. "Tonight, Xinggong Yihua teaches only you."
He comes to her home as a tutor, only to find a beautiful married woman. The distance between them over the lessons shrinks from a book's width to a breath. She says "I already know all this," then softly asks him to "come a little closer." Her pen stops in midair, and she leaves him with just one line: "Tonight, don't go."
Behind the iron gates of a villa, under a crystal chandelier, two couples change into white T-shirts printed with numbers. "The game begins: swap, or be eliminated." Once the door is locked, there is only one rule: whoever falls first loses, and if you dare to fall, you have to watch your own partner be touched by someone else.
Her husband is still working late, and only one lamp is on in the living room. His gentle sister-in-law stands before him, her hand resting lightly on his chest: "He's not back yet." They agreed they were only going to talk, yet neither steps back first. In the dark, a whisper: "Leave the light off for now."
By the chain-link fence of the court at sunset, her boyfriend stands right there watching. His brother in a jersey leans in close; she clutches her collar, cheeks burning: "He's watching." The only reply: "Then let him get a good look." When he reaches out, she doesn't pull away.
The first rule of the game: tonight, switch partners. In a dim private room at a bar, a group of young men and women in white shirts gather around a table of beers, every gaze turning to the center. A finger touches a shirt button, and the woman standing in the middle of the crowd becomes the focus of every eye.
She was still holding the lab report. Then she said, "This time, we'll use a different method."
He said he wanted to give a birthday gift. But after the flash went off, someone else was the one receiving it.
Other sects cultivate swords and alchemy. The Hehuan Sect—somehow, their cultivation always seems to end up in bed.
Reborn Maeve teams up with an ancient wolf lord to avenge her past, defeat traitors, and bring new order to the wolf clan.
Wu Dalang was still coughing in the front courtyard. The moment the bed curtains fell, she had already untied her sash.
The interview asks only one question: Do you dare to kneel and listen to the rest?
Tonight she put on a collar. The rules were completely reversed.
The operating light is still on. The final approval form is in his hands.
