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

Liang Zhouyue was awkwardly stumped by Jiang Li's reply, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say.


Due to her silence, Jiang Li seemed a bit anxious and began to urge her, "The weather will be nice tomorrow, are you coming?"


Liang Zhouyue thought it over for two seconds, still hesitant, "When the time comes, you won't mess with me, will you?"


Star loves to talk, "Of course, I'm so well-behaved."


The weather on Saturday was a bit overcast, the temperate breeze of early autumn felt particularly refreshing today.


Liang Zhouyue didn't wear a skirt, instead, she wore light blue pencil jeans that accentuated her long, slender, and straight legs. Her top was a lotus pink crop T-shirt, the faint color making her complexion appear particularly fair, bright, and translucent.


Jiang Li hadn't driven a car, but rode on his magnificent motorcycle, standing coolly and rebelliously in front of the school gate waiting for her.


Chapter 22 Sister-in-Law