Onjo And Cheongsam Novels & Stories

‘As long as they live, they won't stop haunting me…’ Noah gripped his twin dagger and followed them downstairs, ’I need to kill them all, once and for all before they could harm those around me! *** Mi-Yeong sneered happily when she saw Noah was arriving. The Cheong pack’s Luna proudly wore a hanbok, a traditional Korean clothes with wrap front top, long, high-waist skirt, with scarlet-red color. In-tune with her dress, her hair styled in Eo’yeo Meori, which was an exclusive large-wig for married women from high rank family. They were gathered in the front yard of Horton pack. It was quite an open space, with a mix of grass and dirt.

Perhaps it wasn't just her words that struck deep, it was the memories it brought back. That made me question whether or not it was really fine, whether or not i was over it. * NINETEEN YEARS AGO Cultural day. God i had begged my grandmother to stay home that day. Neither of my parents had time for this that they had to dump me into her hands. My eyes met hers with the cheongsam garment in her hands. This was a silky yellow with a cotton texture. It's collar was high to shield the neck and the floral patterns did no job hiding it. It went—

If you see Cheongsam, a Chinese traditional dress that Cho Chang wore to the Yule Ball in Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire, you'd probably know what I mean. I glanced one last time at my reflection, making sure that my makeup wasn't too much. I wore a pale lip gloss instead of bright lipstick, light brown eyeshadow instead of darker colors, and no mascara let alone eyeliner. Jess knew my parents would scold me if she saw me wearing too much so she always kept my make-up to a minimum. I let out a small sigh. I've spent hours studying to nail the geometry test today, I deserved to have fun tonight.

Around noon, a fiery red sports car pulled up in front of the Arts Center, its sleek design immediately drawing the attention of passersby. The car door opened, revealing a pair of red high heels that matched the vehicle's color. A woman stepped out, her face partially hidden by purple sunglasses. She wore a royal blue, limited-edition cheongsam paired with a short jacket, tailored to perfection, accentuating her elegant figure. The cheongsam sparkled with jeweled floral patterns along the neckline and left side, glinting in the sunlight. The hem stopped just above her thighs, revealing her fair, shapely legs.

Jessica sneered coldly and continued to choose her dress indifferently. She didn't think wearing a famous brand was a must, but she didn't mind spending a big deal of money for it at critical moments if necessary. At this time, an old lady who was choosing a cheongsam quarreled with another clerk, which attracted the attention of Jessica and Flora. "Why can't it be changed? I can pay for it." "I told you, this is our latest women's wear this season, vintage cheongsam. The designer only designed two sizes. We can't customize it for you."

With that in mind, Xavia’s eyes instantly widened as she exclaimed, “W-will do! I’ll make sure to get my best clothes! I won’t embarrass you, Teacher…!” With that said, Xavia then grabbed her handbag before rushing off. Since she was attending such a grand banquet, she needed to take her clothing choice seriously…! In the end, she settled with getting a cheongsam since it was the country’s national dress, after all. Upon arriving at the cheongsam store, however, she ran into Sophia and Zivon!

Richeal Yill replied wisely, helped Ova Shen open the gift bag and took out the cheongsam to show to Ova Shen. Ova Shen looked carefully at the cheongsam, which was indeed a long-awaited model. She could not help but nod in satisfaction, "Yes, of course, I like it." "I liked this cheongsam at first sight and thought that only this cheongsam can reflect my aunt's extraordinary temperament..." Richeal Yill spared no effort in praising Ova Shen. "Good, good, what a sweet girl." The more Ova Shen listened, the happier she was, stroking her cheongsam.

In the dressing room, three entire wardrobes were filled with work uniforms, categorized by style: cheongsam, Thai, Japanese, Korean, English, French, Italian, and so on. Regardless of the style, all these work uniforms were uniformly cinched at the waist and low-cut. In the case of the cheongsam, since it couldn't be low-cut, it was designed with a water-drop neckline, revealing three points at the chest to highlight the cleavage. Bianca was amazed and asked, "Miss Maddy, how much is your clothing allowance each month as a housekeeper?" Maddy snorted, "Why is it always about money, so vulgar! For work clothes, I will wear whatever I want to wear, there's no limit!"

Out of courtesy, Lin smiled at Pan Che, who seemed to be in her adolescence. Pan Che with red dyed short bobby hair wore a white blouse, and a blue skirt, slinging a famous brand bag on her left shoulder, and wore a high heel black lady shoe. She looked like a modern girl. She also applied make-up to make her more charming. When she spoke, her voice was not much hard, but smooth and adorable. Pan Che held Oo’s right arms, showing intimacy of them. Oo wore a grey Giordano sport shirt and a pair of navy blue jean to make him more chic. Lin replied her that his name was called Lin when Oo introduced him to Pan Che.

Omi frowned: "strange, isn't Zixia there?" Allen Peterson was surprised and was about to find a window. When he jumped in, the door suddenly opened with exquisite makeup. Wu Zixia, who was wearing a cheongsam, opened the door. The white and tender skin is like good white porcelain, reflecting the sun and shining in front of people. "Sorry, I was delayed just now. I came out late." Omi’s eyes lit up: "Zixia, isn't this your favorite cheongsam? Why put it on? Do you have a date later?"