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 blushed all the way home, and it was already early morning.


In the car driven by Jiang Li, she leaned weakly against the window the whole time, too tired to resist, and drowsy.


When she entered the house, she really didn't want to take a bath; she just wanted to dive into her big bed and have a good sleep to make up for her recent hardships.


But Jiang Li insisted on not complying with her wishes; he lifted her from the bed and was about to take her to the bathroom.


Around two or three in the morning, he was bright and refreshed. Liang Zhouyue kicked him with all her strength, furiously.


But for Jiang Li, this was just a trivial matter, a minor squabble.


"Put me down," Liang Zhouyue flicked her legs non-stop, quite restless in his arms, muttering, "I can wash myself; I don't need your help."


Upon hearing this, Jiang Li obediently put her down.


Chapter 130 Noble and Clear Love