neonlover_1

Only one word: Heirloom 
Heirloom? Isn't that a valuable object that has belonged to a family for several generations? 
Something that is supposed to bring pride, but not always, at least not in this story. 
Everything started with the mysterious 'Heirloom' and everything will probably end with it. 
Li Wei is our ML and Wang Yu Yan is our FL. The empty blanks I will leave it to you all to fill as you read their story. 
Come, witness their journey full of love, dangers, and some life-threatening secrets.

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Excerpt
He kissed her softly at first and then with a swift gradation of intensity that made Wang Yu Yan cling to him as the only stable thing in the dizzy swaying world. 
And Wang Yu Yan did not realize when her hands clutched to Li Wei's shirt tightly. Her hands automatically circled Li Wei's neck. 
On realizing this, Li Wei slowly and slowly kept on deepening the kiss. It became more and more passionately by the second. As it did, Wang Yu Yan felt her heartbeat accelerating. 
Li Wei parted his lips from her shaking lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves, evoking her sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling. 
Li Wei looked into her deep eyes. Wang Yu Yan was doing the same. This feeling that she was felt was foreign yet a nice feeling. She wanted to feel more of this, more of this, and before a swimming giddiness spun her round and round, Wang Yu Yan knew that she was kissing him back. 




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Neonlover_1 and Rainbow_Writermark

SPRING LOVERS: We who are inseperable

Wen Mei was brought to reality when Feng Ji called out to her.

Startled, she looked towards Feng Ji who was looking at her with a concerned expression.

"Ah, Yes. Sorry I was just daydreaming," said Wen Mei with a faint smile.

But to her demise, Feng Ji knew the reason behind her daydreaming.

Sighing inside, he said, "Then I will take my leave," as he patted her shoulder and turned around to leave.

As she saw his disappearing back, a faint yet sad smile formed at her face.

"Madam, Young Master is here," said a maid, as she came running to Liu Roulan, who was in the hall of the Li Mansion, reading some magazine.

Listening to the words of the maid, Liu Roulan stood up, throwing the magazine on the table.

"Go, prepare for lunch," Liu Roulan ordered the maid, who bowed and left to towards the kitchen.

After a moment, Li Wei entered the hall, with a file in his hand.

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