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

Talking about tattoos, Jiang Li felt his neck stiffen a bit.


He rested one hand on the steering wheel, unconsciously rubbing the back of his neck as his memory rewound to two years ago.


Back then, he had just arrived in London and was practicing race car driving like mad in the club every day, spending all his time and energy during daylight hours, but feeling especially bored and dull at night.


Over time, he started to feel anxious and suffered from insomnia, unsure of what his hard work aimed to achieve.


It coincided with Mid-Autumn back in his home country, and the moon was exceptionally round and bright. During one sleepless midnight, Jiang Li looked up at the window above him, with clear moonlight spilling onto the ground at his feet.


He felt a light kindle inside him then.


It might have been naïve, but he truly wanted to achieve greatness through his own efforts, standing on the highest podium then, making Liang Zhouyue notice his figure.


Chapter 114 Bearing His Affection