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 didn't even think before she covered her eyes and started screaming.


Jiang Li was startled by her scream; he had never heard her make such a loud noise.


But he didn't take the opportunity to tease her, instead smoothly beginning to put on his pajamas.


Actually, Liang Zhouyue hadn't seen anything clearly; she panicked when she saw him undressing his robe.


At this moment, she cautiously peeked through her fingers and saw that he had already changed into his clothes.


Breathing out a long sigh of relief, Liang Zhouyue felt like she had just survived a disaster, "You're really perverted."


Jiang Li hummed indifferently, tossed the bathrobe aside, lifted the blankets, and lay down on the bed.


His hair was not completely dry yet; he leaned back against the headboard, all his attention fixed on Liang Zhouyue.


She stood still, looking like a little rabbit who had wandered into a wolf's den.


Chapter 73 Incitement to Violence through Public Opinion