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

It was nothing, but Wu Tong's sudden dodging made Jiang Yun feel that matters were not as simple as they seemed.


His large hand grabbed the edge of the computer, ready to take it over.


"Don't, don't, don't…" Wu Tong stopped him. "It's not ready yet."


But Jiang Yun didn't believe her explanation. He strengthened his grip slightly and directly brought the computer in front of him. He opened the computer and found the thesis Wu Tong had been editing, looking from where she had made edits.


On the other side, Wu Tong sat stiffly in her chair, resting one hand on the desk, and casually twirled her hair as if she were a student disinterested in a lecture.


Jiang Yun quickly saw the acknowledgment section Wu Tong had edited.


Seeing the noticeably increased length, his dark pupils slightly narrowed, his gaze not shifting for a long time.


Chapter 156 But Just (3)