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

Jiang Li's thin lips curled up, his eyes gleaming with what seemed to be friendliness.


As Liang Zhouyue called out that way, he followed suit, echoing his wife in harmony.


Deng Qin's aura was gentle and accommodating, devoid of any aggression. Being addressed so respectfully, he smiled warmly, like a spring breeze: "I'm eight years older than you, so I won't stand on ceremony. Nice to meet you for the first time, Moon God."


The man's fingers were slender, with distinct joints, pale to the point where perhaps even women would be envious.


His skin was darker than Deng Qin's, and though his fingers were equally long, his knuckles protruded distinctly, blue veins were visible on the back of his hands, and his palms were calloused from years of driving.


"For casual gatherings, just calling me Jiang Li is fine."


After a quick handshake, Jiang Li clenched his fist, a flicker of unusual emotion crossing his brows.


Chapter 132: You Should Like Me More