Seventeen Vine Moon

Jiang Li first met Liang Zhou Yue while she was uncomfortably dressed in a gown, hiding in his resting room to adjust her attire. 
Seeing him, she became so nervous that she couldn't pull up the zipper, her embarrassment palpable. 
That day, Jiang Li felt an unusual tug at his heartstrings and helped her with the zipper twice. 
Upon their next encounter, he was the campus prince, and she was everyone's darling. 
He played basketball on the field, while she, in her flowing dress, sat in her boyfriend's passenger seat. 
It was then that Jiang Li understood he had to see things through to the bitter end. 
To seize love forcefully, to take advantage of her vulnerability. 
After all, such a beautiful woman should naturally belong to him. 

Liang Zhou Yue never thought she would be liked by a man five years her junior. 
He was rebellious, cold, proud, and remote, but he always responded to her every request. 
On a hot summer day, Liang Zhou Yue was stopped by a downpour at the entrance of the teaching building, with swirling filthy water and sludge on the steps below. 
As she worried about how to return to her dorm, a man's rigid spine bent in front of her. 
Jiang Li's tone was always so languid, casually stirring distress: "Sister, I'm afraid you're scared. I especially came to carry you home today." 
In that moment, Jiang Li, who had never gotten close to a girl before, submitted to her before everyone.

Deliberate Infatuation

Considering playing the piano for cows was ineffective, Liang Zhouyue didn't want to entangle with Jiang Li outside anymore.


"I've made myself clear about what needs to be said; I hope you won't do anything that would make us both uncomfortable."


As soon as her words fell, she turned and walked in the opposite direction.


Being rejected by a beautiful older sister, Jiang Li didn't show any signs of heartache; on the contrary, he appeared more lively than ever and quickly followed her, his tone far from serious, "You might not understand me well—I'm a jerk. If I really want to do something, it wouldn't matter to me if he's your boyfriend or even if he's your husband."


Liang Zhouyue's quick pace came to a halt, and she turned her head to glare at him, trying her best to keep her tone indifferent, "Are you sick?"


He indeed had lovesickness, almost fatally so.


Chapter 21 Bastard