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

Min Xiang's presence indeed put Liang Zhouyue in an incredibly awkward spot from which she couldn't extricate herself. Using all her strength, she finally managed to push the drunken Jiang Li away.


Turning her head to look at Min Xiang, Liang Zhouyue's expression was unmistakably one of panic, "He drank too much..."


But the words "He mistook me for someone else" were something she just couldn't bring herself to say.


Why should she explain her romantic relationship to a woman she barely knew? Even if Min Xiang liked Jiang Li and was pursuing him, it was none of her concern.


Consoling herself with this thought, Liang Zhouyue quickly regained her composure. Supporting the man who now leaned against the wall, she faced Min Xiang with an indifferently restored expression, "He drank too much, I'll take him home first."


Without any pleasantries exchanged, Liang Zhouyue was well aware that their relationship wasn't that familiar.


Chapter 90: Whether a Mistress or Not