Yeonjun Smiling Novels & Stories

Zhuang Jiawen smiled, "You're not lying to me, are you?" "No, I won't," Shen Junyao said sincerely. After hesitating for a moment, Shen Junyao slowly closed her eyes. As she approached him, she took out her phone and took a picture of him. Her eyes were closed, and she looked as if she was waiting for a kiss with her mouth pouted. There was a clicking sound. Zhuang Jiewen suddenly opened his eyes and saw Shen Junyao trying hard to hold back her laughter. Shen Junyao was posting a poem to her friend circle, [My Flower Addict!]

JIN BAEK AND CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART YUNA KIM REKINDLE ROMANCE! Below it was a photograph. Not a stiff, corporate headshot. This was candid, intimate. They were leaving a restaurant, the rain glistening on the pavement. Jin had his hand on the small of her back, his head bent towards hers as if sharing a private joke. She was looking up at him, laughing, her face illuminated not by a camera flash, but by a genuine, radiant joy. She was stunning. Effortlessly elegant in a way I could never be, her smile reached her eyes.

“Stay a little longer. Aren’t you tired? You just got here last night and now you're leaving again?” “We were so happy to finally see Yongju reunited with her husband,” Auntie Lee added, her eyes practically sparkling as she stares at Baekhoon. “And goodness, you’re so handsome!” “Thank you,” Baekhoon replied, that signature smile still on his lips. His eyes form those perfect little crescents when he grins. Eye smile, they call it. I’ve seen it before — but now, sitting this close, I realize how disarming it is. And somewhere deep inside… a tiny part of me feels warm. Ugh. No. Don’t start.

Yuna laughed, “I’m only stating the truth.” Namjoo frowned, “Regardless of if I was shameless or not, I won’t treat you badly in the future. Isn’t that what truly matters?” Yuna agreed, “I guess I have no reason to treat you like an enemy if you admire my father that much.” Namjoo smiled when Yuna caved, “I’m happy to hear that. If you didn’t catch me changing, how would I have known that the great General Junho’s daughter was right in front of my eyes?”

“You must be Miyoung’s eomeoni.” A smile curled across Yena’s lips, congenial with just a hint of seduction. Miyoung hated this smile even as she spent her nights trying to emulate it in her bathroom mirror. Whenever Yena used it, men did her every bidding, as if a spell had been placed upon them.