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 felt that Jiang Li had tricked her.


Whether it was discussing their relationship statuses on the road or the safety precautions, he didn't actually plan to do anything with her; he was just treating her with a teasing attitude.


"Why did you bring me to your house then?"


To be honest, the tightest knot in Liang Zhouyue's heart relaxed.


Jiang Li found some disposable slippers in the shoe cabinet, slipped them on his feet, then looked up at her. His dark eyes held a shallow smile, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his eyebrows cocked. "Didn't you want to come? I just went along with your wish."


In the past, Liang Zhouyue would have argued with him for three hundred rounds to determine a winner. But not now, because she admitted that what he said was true.


It was indeed her who had taken the initiative to come.


She swiftly changed the subject, seemingly with no intention of leaving.


Chapter 113 Evidence of Love