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

Meng Qingqing was destined to be erased from her world with Jiang Yun.


But Wu Tong never expected that before this "green tea" lady left, she would still manage to scam her one last time, showing a complete lack of professional ethics.


"Jiang Yun, now I hope you understand, roadside flowers and grass are not suitable for you. The only one suitable for you is a thorny rose like me, or a wild carnivorous plant, only I match you."


Wu Tong's voice was always clear and cool, but now it carried a hint of laughter, mixed with a strange allure.


The gloomy sky was densely packed with dark clouds, fine rain slanted down, adding a chill to this late autumn evening, painting a scene of departure and exit.


Wu Tong gradually increased her driving speed, now feeling particularly good.


"Wu Tong, remember this." The voice on the other end of the phone was cold and harsh, the chill as if transmitting through the wireless straight into Wu Tong's ears, "Even if I die, I would never be with you."


Chapter 169: But Ironically (16)