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 proved with facts that she had played with fire.


At this moment, she was pressed against the car by Jiang Li, and the ambiguous posture was one aspect, but what she cared about most was looking ugly.


However, his firm chest blocked her attempt to get up, so she could only bend backward, her hands clutching his neck, protecting her own safety.


She was genuinely afraid, afraid she would fall backward and break her back.


"Why have you lost your sharp tongue now? Weren't you talking tough just now?"


Just now, she was spouting all sorts of arguments, but now she hung limply on his chest, looking as pitiful as a quail.


Facing the outcome of losing both her dignity and her fight, Liang Zhouyue felt infuriated inside.


But what she cared about more now was the words that Jiang Li had said, which immediately gave her an opportunity to retort, "Whether my mouth is tough or not, you haven't kissed it in two years. Do you still remember how it feels?"


Chapter 108: Meeting the Ex, Emotions in Turmoil