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 felt she must have been enchanted.


Looking into Jiang Li's deep, puppy-dog eyes, she unexpectedly felt an indulgence, indulging his presumptions, indulging his heated emotions towards her.


"You… stay calm…" she clung to the last vestiges of her reason.


But Jiang Li was no easy opponent; he had now fully grasped her wavering emotions, increasing the pressure between his fingers as he forcefully lifted her chin.


The man's voice contained a hint of laughter, as at this moment, he did nothing but draw near her, whispering ambiguous phrases that seemed to be something more.


Their breaths became entwined, Liang Zhouyue dared not breathe heavily, her facial expression slightly strained.


Jiang Li was also uncomfortable, his fingertip gliding across her lips before bending down to kiss her.


Chapter 46 Dogs