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 
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Neonlover_1 and Rainbow_Writermark

SPRING LOVERS: We who are inseperable

Li Wei not only asked her to dance but also didn't even cast a glance at her.

She stood frozen on her spot. Her face became red with so much embarrassment. She could only grit her teeth and observe Li Wei's actions.

With her hands balled into fists and her nails digging deeper in her palms, in her eyes there was hatred in them, for the person to whom Li Wei was approaching.

But suddenly, as if she had a mood swing, her hateful face changed into a crazy smirk. Taking her phone, she went to the corner of the hall and made a phone call.

After looking here and there, confirming that there was no one noticing her, she started, "Bring it after the first dance."

"Yes, Miss," a voice came from the other side of the call, after which it got disconnected.

Yang Sying with a winning smirk on her face observed Li Wei.

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