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

He Jinseng's attitude towards Liang Zhouyue had turned extremely cold, bordering on hostile and repugnant.


She disrupted his plans, causing unnecessary trouble in his life.


"We broke up ten days ago, why the need to apologize?" he said coldly, "If it weren't for our families playing matchmaker, we wouldn't have ended up together in the first place. Now that we've split, it's better to let bygones be bygones."


He refused to apologize, still believing that what he said was the truth.


Moreover, Liang Zhouyue truly was a dull woman, with nothing more than a pretty face, utterly boring to the core.


She was not even close to any of the girls he knew now, not to mention all the ones he had dated in the past.


Liang Zhouyue heard him and chuckled, nodding her head without any desire to argue with a fool, her demeanor cold and detached, "In that case, let's each use our own means. Don't apologize now, but should something actually happen later, don't come to me begging for mercy."


Chapter 63 Rumor-mongering