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

On the way back to the dorm, Liang Zhouyue's lips burned painfully, and the root of her tongue was numb.


Jiang Li, that jerk, really knew how to make her suffer.


Just as she entered the dorm, Fang Zirui's concern came immediately, "Where's the computer? Did you lose it?"


Startled by her question, Liang Zhouyue's shoulders trembled, and her heart pounded erratically.


"I... I found it, I left it in the office, the charger is there too, it's easier to charge it tomorrow."


Her lie was full of holes if scrutinized, but Fang Zirui's attention had already shifted, merely saying it was good that she found it.


Yet just as Liang Zhouyue was about to relax and return to her bed, Fang Zirui's voice echoed behind her, seemingly perceptive, "Yueyue, I always feel you've been a bit strange lately, but I can't quite pinpoint it."


Chapter 60: The Useless Beauty