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 Zhou Yue didn't resist the blunt affection he expressed while drunk. As she watched her sweater being tossed onto the ground, leaving only a black camisole on her, her breathing was just a bit more rapid than usual, and her hands clutched tightly onto the bedsheet beneath her.


Jiang Li's hand traveled up from her waistline, tugging at her camisole straps.


Just as Liang Zhou Yue let out a clearly audible whimper, Jiang Li, as if suddenly sobered up, rolled off her onto the side of the bed, lying flat on his back with his eyes closed, a thin smile on his lips that indicated he was not yet satisfied.


"No, I don't have any 'balloons' at home."


Even though he was drunk, he knew who the woman beside him was and was clear about his own boundaries.


Liang Zhou Yue understood his meaning, turned to tidy her clothes, her voice tense and somewhat fine: "Then you sleep, I'll go take a shower."


Chapter 91 Plastic Brothers