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

Zhou Yue's mind was filled with the scene of that person's bleeding mouth corner.


Fear slowly welled up in her heart as she held onto Jiang Li in front of her, unwilling to let go for a long time.


On the other hand, Jiang Li had maintained this position for too long, and his left shoulder had gone numb, his entire arm trembling.


Zhou Yue sniffled and finally noticed something was off with Jiang Li. She lowered her gaze just in time to see the tense lines of his arm, with protruding veins winding across, a sight that bespoke his tolerance of extreme discomfort.


She hurriedly let go of his neck and withdrew her arms because she had been crying, her voice faint and weak, "I'm sorry, I..."


"It's okay, you lie down for a while. When you fall asleep, I'll hold you."


Jiang Li interrupted her, straightened his body, and placed his left hand behind him to shake it, trying to ease the numb discomfort.


Chapter 138 He Is All Her Sense of Security