20 playable short dramas in NTR. Open a cover to read the synopsis and watch in the browser. No download, no login. 18+ only.
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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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
He said he wanted to give a birthday gift. But after the flash went off, someone else was the one receiving it.
Wu Dalang was still coughing in the front courtyard. The moment the bed curtains fell, she had already untied her sash.
Tonight she put on a collar. The rules were completely reversed.
The nanny his parents brought home. On her very first night, she never quite managed to stay fully dressed.
Tonight's rule: watch from the side.
His cousin’s wife arranged for him to sleep in this room. But at midnight, she is nowhere to be seen—yet the door opens anyway.
Holding her hand, he apologized. The person outside the door had already been waiting.
Two wives, one toast. Tonight they switch seats.
On the phone, she said she was watching the game with her best friend. After she hung up, his hand was still on her stockings.
In this city, only winners get to have her. Losers can only watch.
She bursts in to catch the mistress. One of the people in bed is her husband.
