cherryiako

First love doesn't always end with a happy ending. For the happiness of the woman he loves, he wilingly let her go to another man. Since then, his heart is closed and love is only a game of feelings for him. Why should he waste his time by falling in love with someone else?

Their first meeting started with a blind date where she stood him up. Fate decided to mess with their lives and they met again when she applied for a job at his company. There is no doubt that they feel something for each other, but would she be able to open his heart for love this time? After all, it is not easy to compete with the woman he has loved in his heart for 10 years.


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She stared into his eyes. "No matter how much you loved her in the past, from now on, there will only be me in your world. The unique me who will make you happy and make you forget the past. Wei Zhengsheng, I know you like me, and I hope you'll be satisfied with my existence."


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This is a continuation/sequel to My Little Sweet Wife, involving two secondary characters in there.
Can be read as a stand-alone book, but for a better understanding, please read Book 1.

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English is not my first language, so please expect some grammatical errors in this book.
The cover picture is not mine. The credit belongs to the owner.

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Cherryiako's other books:
» My Little Sweet Wife [Completed]
» Sweet Beauty [Completed]
» The Devil Temptress [On-Going]

Second Chance Of Love

"I just... asked for the case of beer on the spur of the moment. I didn't expect to lose control of myself and get drunk."

"Lose control of yourself?" Xian Yijun raised his eyebrow. "I'll show you what it means to lose control of yourself!"

"Huh?" Wei Zhijuan was confused. Then she suddenly felt her body being lifted into the air. She jumped in fright and instinctively hugged his neck. She turned her head and looked into his dark eyes in surprise. Before she could open her mouth, her lips were kissed again.

When they arrived in front of Xian Yijun's bedroom, Wei Zhijuan's body was immediately pressed against the thick bedroom door and his protruding body pressed against her from behind. He brushed her hair aside and kissed her repeatedly on her neck. His hand caressed her body, bringing with it a burning numbness.

Will You Die If You Don't Make Fun Of Me One Day?