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

It's not that she couldn't introduce him, Liang Zhouyue just felt, discussing it too much now would only invite many unnecessary inquiries, which wouldn't help their relationship at all.


Given Jiang Li felt slighted, Liang Zhouyue tenderly reassured him, "When the time is right, I'll definitely introduce you to everyone. Be good for now."


Jiang Li always took Liang Zhouyue's word seriously, like now—he really wanted a lot of things internally, but didn't mention anything out loud. He hummed nonchalantly, raised his hand to tidy his damp, freshly washed short hair, shifted his attention and asked, "How's my guitar playing?"


Liang Zhouyue genuinely gave a thumbs up, "It sounds great, already on repeat."


Jiang Li indeed had talent in singing; although she had only heard him sing Zhou Jielun's songs, she acknowledged his extraordinary abilities, both in his deep, lyrical voice and in his skills comparable to professional singers.


Chapter 87 Happy New Year