When a snail falls in love | Liskook

When a snail falls in love | Liskook

  • WpView
    Reads 285,975
  • WpVote
    Votes 14,665
  • WpPart
    Parts 106
WpMetadataReadComplete Tue, Jan 4, 202219h 44m
WpInfo
Fanfic
BTS
In this world, there is the beautiful mutual and telepathy love. "I've been pursuing you for so long, what do you think?' Lisa could feel her heart pounding in her chest; however what he said wasn't logical. "You're pursuing me?" Jungkokk raised his black eyes looking at her quietly. "Every morning I exercised with you, personally taught you how to shoot, prompted the police team to call you sister in law... If this isn't pursuing, then what is it?" She took a deep breath stabilizing her heartbeat. "You don't need to pursue me anymore." Jungkook totally did not expect her to say that. His heart sank, coldly said: "What do you mean?" Lisa looked into his eyes: "I also like you so you don't need to pursue." '.......' She likes him. Although he appears arrogant and has a poisonous tongue, he is actually sweet and childish. ••• This story is a Liskook adaptation of the book with the same name. Credits to the original author and translating team. Author- Ding Mo
All Rights Reserved
#8
jklm
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Whispers on Canvas (Liskook)
  • Alchemy of Lovers{Liskook}
  • Lost Memories | A Liskook Adaptation
  • Love The Way You Are
  • Waiting for You in a City | LK Adaption
  • Married to the villain

Lisa stood before her patient's canvas, where chaotic strokes of red and black collided with raw emotion. The lady within seemed nearly invisible amid the intensity. A shiver ran down Lisa's spine as she remembered her first session with Jungkook, his pain wrapping around her like fog. Entranced by the painting, she felt its hues whisper secrets to her. "If you can't be my muse, make me yours," he had once whispered, a haunting echo in her mind. Her heart raced; she knew she couldn't cross that line. He was fragile, emerging from heartbreak. Yet here she stood, caught between desire and professionalism. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note This story touches on mild depression but will not explore it in depth. The character's experience will not be described using psychological terminology; instead, it will focus on the therapy session and its dynamics. While it may not adhere strictly to actual therapeutic methods, this is a work of fiction.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines