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

They hadn't been married for long; it was only just arranged before they returned to the country. Thus, Wu Tong had never heard him call her "wife."


For Jiang Yun, this was practically impossible.


She froze on the spot, eyes filled with disbelief.


Jiang Yun was quite pleased with her reaction and deliberately repeated it, "Can't put it on, wife."


Wu Tong snapped back to reality, her face flushing as she looked towards the boxer shorts on the bed, and, steeling herself, picked them up. She turned, her lips tightly closed, and her gaze slightly evasive, "How can I help you put them on?"


She pointed to a spot on the bed, signaling him to move there first.


Jiang Yun's upper body strength could be described as ferocious; he pushed his wheelchair to the edge of the bed, and then laid down on it relying entirely on himself, his breathing just slightly ragged.


He was now wearing a robe, with nothing underneath.


Chapter 173 But Just (20)