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 Yun, are you men all blind? To fancy that kind of woman."


Those words were unpleasant, known to the speaker and the listener alike.


At that moment, Jiang Yun's pitch-black eyes could no longer be described as merely cold; they were dense with hostility, calmly glaring at the woman before him.


Wu Tong was knowingly walking into the tiger's lair.


"Do you understand your girlfriend? I feel that you don't know her as well as I do." Her laughter was vile, showing not a trace of goodwill.


Jiang Yun confirmed that she was not drunk, and he no longer wished to engage in further conversation. He turned to return to his villa.


"Jiang Yun, you better not sleep with her, or you'll devalue yourself."


The woman's loud voice, filled with jest, successfully halted Jiang Yun's departure. He turned around, step by step, like a leopard about to devour its prey, his gaze fierce, his strides steady and powerful.


Chapter 167: But Ironically (14)