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

Chen Dan's words were too straightforward, not only did Ruan Yu feel so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack to crawl into, but Liang Zhouyue also blushed from her face to her neck, her whole body radiating heat.


At that moment, Jiang Li sat up straight, a palm pressed against the back of Chen Dan's head, his tone chilly, "If you continue talking nonsense, I'll make sure you're never satisfied."


Chen Dan had indeed been quite unrestrained lately, and Jiang Li had been putting up with him for a long time.


However, the person concerned, Chen Dan, interpreted his sentiment as sour grapes.


The next second, he nodded leisurely, not arguing with this modern-day Buddha's son, "Alright then, I won't say it anymore."


Firm when necessary, yielding when appropriate.


Chapter 84: Really Pregnant