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

In an instant, a flush of crimson spread across the woman's fair skin, especially on her delicately made-up little face, which was even more radiant than the peach blossoms on the branches.


Jiang Li chuckled softly, his eyebrows arched, and lips curved, "It was you who insisted on asking."


Such matters weren't easy to prove, and he certainly didn't like Chen Dan going around broadcasting them. Yet somehow, he had let Liang Zhouyue find out.


Luckily, it was her. Otherwise, he really would have had no way to explain himself.


Therefore, Chen Dan's days were numbered.


At that moment, Liang Zhouyue had already picked up on his incredibly obvious hint.


Her face turned red, eyes cast down, and she bit her red lip, her voice taking on a new tone, "Let's eat, the meat is getting burnt…"


Jiang Li tilted his head and made a provoking face, then picked up the tongs to grill the meat again.


It wasn't that he wanted to say it; it was her who kept digging for an answer.


Chapter 64: Blazing Heart