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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This is an original story by me and my best friend. So pls give it a try 
Thank You 
Neonlover_1 and Rainbow_Writermark

SPRING LOVERS: We who are inseperable

A luxurious and expensive car stopped. From it came out a woman in her early fifties and a young woman in her early twenties, wearing expensive and branded clothes, giving an elegant and rich aura came out of the car.

The old woman's expression was gentle and pure, while the young woman had a proud expression on her face as if she was looking down on everyone around her.

They both stopped in front of a boutique that looked on par with their status. The boutique had a beautiful infrastructure and was big to accommodate 1000 people or more. The window glasses helped to see the dummy models that were wearing beautiful dresses.

It had all the varieties of the women's clothing, be it prom dresses or casual dresses or formal attires. Anyone would think that this boutique was old because of so many people with the same elegance came in and out of the shop.

But the truth was, it had just opened a week ago and had made enormous development.

The bleeding heart