My Straight Girlfriend with Skin Hunger Syndrome - Chapter 102
Chapter 102
Ying Yuan was kicked out of the bathroom.
Despite her repeated assurances that they didn’t need to do anything—that she would only help Yi Shanshan bathe, just help Yi Shanshan bathe—Yi Shanshan flatly refused.
Yi Shanshan’s face flushed crimson. She struggled free from Ying Yuan’s embrace, heedless of whether she could stand. Barefoot, she stepped onto the water-splattered tiles and shoved Ying Yuan out the door.
“Who doesn’t know how to bathe?!” Yi Shanshan shouted from inside the bathroom, her voice muffled by the sound of rushing water, her tone fierce but sounding utterly pathetic.
“Then…?” Ying Yuan frowned in concern. “Turn up the water temperature so you don’t catch a cold.”
Yi Shanshan: “Waaah…”
Drenched inside, Ying Yuan stood dripping outside the bathroom door, reluctant to leave. Water trickled down her body, pooling into a small puddle on the floor.
The room’s air conditioning was actually quite strong, and Ying Yuan soon felt a chill.
The surging heat that had gripped her finally dissipated completely, allowing her rationality to resurface.
After drying herself off and slipping into some clothes, Ying Yuan gathered all of Yi Shanshan’s belongings, quickly tidied up, and stood outside the bathroom again.
The sound of rushing water echoed from within. “Shanshan,” Ying Yuan called out, “I’ll bring your pajamas in…”
Yi Shanshan didn’t object.
Ying Yuan pushed the door open just a crack, swiftly placed the clothes inside without glancing up, and retreated.
“If you need anything else, just call me.”
She left the hurried words hanging in the air as the door closed behind her.
But Yi Shanshan could tell she hadn’t gone far.
Hiding her face under the cascading water, Yi Shanshan felt a mix of emotions she had never experienced before.
The things Ying Yuan had brought in were remarkably considerate and thoughtful: pajamas, underwear, sanitary pads, and cotton slippers that wouldn’t chill her feet.
When Yi Shanshan finished showering and changed, she pushed open the bathroom door. Ying Yuan immediately stepped forward, her gaze fixed intently on Yi Shanshan, scanning her from head to toe as if she had suffered some grave injury.
Yi Shanshan: “……”
She was hurt, deep inside.
“What are you all crowding around here for?” Yi Shanshan asked, averting her gaze, her cheeks burning.
Ying Yuan: “I’m going to blow-dry your hair.”
Yi Shanshan: “……”
Honestly, even though she didn’t really want to face Ying Yuan right now, the service Ying Yuan offered was so thoughtful, so impossible to refuse.
She hated blow-drying her hair after a shower, especially when she was… utterly exhausted.
“I don’t want to dry it here,” Yi Shanshan said.
Ying Yuan: “You can lie down—on the sofa, by the bed, anywhere.”
Yi Shanshan: “……”
She’d never tried it before, but she wanted to.
Yi Shanshan shuffled over to the bed in her slippers.
Ying Yuan quickly spread a dry towel by the bed. “Just lie down with your head this way.”
Yi Shanshan lay down. Ying Yuan had already cleared the flower petals from the bed, and the blanket had been tossed aside, leaving the sheets clean and crisp.
Her hair cascaded down, caught in Ying Yuan’s cupped hand.
The hairdryer hummed, its warm air held at a comfortable distance. Ying Yuan’s fingers threaded through Shanshan’s hair, gently shaking her head.
Occasionally, she massaged Shanshan’s scalp.
Ah… so comfortable.
There was no denying it: being pampered by Ying Yuan felt heavenly.
If their passionate moments were a thrilling, body-testing kind of pleasure, then this tender care was a relaxing, grounding comfort—a haven where worries faded away and she could let go completely.
“Haaah…” Yi Shanshan exhaled deeply and closed her eyes.
The humming and the rhythmic pressure of Ying Yuan’s fingers lulled her into a daze. Unpleasant emotions dissolved, and she drifted toward sleep.
Once her hair was dry, Ying Yuan gave her a thorough scalp massage.
When Shanshan felt thirsty, Ying Yuan promptly brought her a cup of warm water, perfectly heated.
Shanshan was utterly content.
She snuggled against Ying Yuan, letting her arrange her comfortably in her arms and tuck a blanket around her.
But what she truly craved was the Ying Yuan blanket—the warmth of her embrace. She curled up sideways, nestling against Ying Yuan’s chest, clutching her arm and pressing it against her cheek.
The room’s main light was off, leaving only a dim nightlight.
Yi Shanshan was half-asleep, drifting into dreams, when a crucial thought suddenly struck her.
“Ying Yuan…” she murmured softly, “What about you…?”
Ying Yuan’s nostrils were filled with Yi Shanshan’s sweet scent, her body pressed intimately against Yi Shanshan’s warmth. Holding her felt like cradling a sweet little cake.
“Hmm?” Ying Yuan hummed, the sound rumbling deep in her throat. “What do you mean, ‘what about me’?”
“That…” Yi Shanshan’s fingertip traced lightly across her skin. “You don’t feel anything? You… don’t want…?”
Ying Yuan understood her meaning.
Her throat tightened as Yi Shanshan’s words sent ripples through her body, layer upon layer.
How could she not feel anything?
Yet satisfying Yi Shanshan seemed to be the only thing she truly wanted.
If Yi Shanshan was satisfied, then she… felt satisfied too.
“I do,” Ying Yuan grasped the tickling fingertip, brought it to her lips, and kissed it gently. “Sleep first. When you’re better…”
Yi Shanshan, already half-asleep, slurred drowsily, “But then… it’ll be past the expiration date…”
“No expiration date,” Ying Yuan couldn’t help but whisper, gently biting the tip of Shanshan’s finger. “No expiration date…”
Hearing this, Yi Shanshan drifted into a peaceful slumber, a contented smile lingering on her lips. Her hand remained tightly clasped around Ying Yuan’s arm, refusing to let go.
In the tranquil island night, after the clock struck midnight, nothing vanished.
They remained entwined in the romantic ambiance of the room, two figures clinging together, their love both tender and fervent.
The next morning, Yi Shanshan woke up feeling belatedly exhausted.
Traveling was already exhausting, but combined with her overwhelming desire… her constant longing to do things with Ying Yuan, three days and nights of relentless excitement had finally worn her out.
She nestled lazily in bed, pouting sweetly when Ying Yuan brought her fruit soup. “Yuan-dear~ Let’s stay in today, okay~?”
“Sure,” Ying Yuan agreed smoothly, her voice softening to match Shanshan’s. “We’ll just stay in the hotel and get some rest~”
“Hehe.” Yi Shanshan took a sip of soup, chewing thoughtfully on the sweet fruit. “But you made such a detailed travel itinerary… wouldn’t it be a shame to waste it?”
“I came here to travel with you. You’re the most important thing,” Ying Yuan said, spoon-feeding her bit by bit. “Just being with you makes it all worthwhile.”
Yi Shanshan blinked her wide, bright eyes.
After a long moment, she asked, “Ying Yuan, are you still playing the same role from yesterday?”
Ying Yuan paused, thought for a moment, and replied, “No, I’m not deliberately assigning myself a role anymore.”
“Me neither,” Yi Shanshan said.
Yi Shanshan leaned closer to Ying Yuan, gazing at her sweetly. “We tried it out yesterday, and I felt absolutely wonderful being your girlfriend.”
Ying Yuan’s eyes flickered.
Yi Shanshan fixed her gaze on Ying Yuan’s eyes, reiterating earnestly, “It felt absolutely perfect. I loved everything about it~”
“Mm,” Ying Yuan murmured, an overwhelming joy swelling in her heart.
“So I’m going to keep pursuing you~” Yi Shanshan declared.
Ying Yuan fell silent, her hand holding the spoon trembling slightly.
“I know it’s too fast for you,” Yi Shanshan continued. “I was so impatient before because I thought you didn’t like me and someone else would steal you away. But yesterday, you said you liked me. You really meant it, right? You still like me today, right?”
Ying Yuan lowered her lashes but nodded.
The answer was as clear as truth itself, impossible to conceal.
Yi Shanshan grinned, and they became two impossibly happy people, the world around them seeming to dissolve into a sweet soup.
“Then I won’t rush you~” Yi Shanshan said, her voice lilting lightly. “You need time to be sure? We’ll take all the time you need. I’m already completely certain I’ll love you forever~~”
There it was—the word “love.”
There it was—the promise of “forever.”
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before,” Yi Shanshan said, sitting on the bed, shaking her head like a happy sunflower. “And don’t ever think you’re less than anyone else. So many people are all flash and no substance, pretending all the time. It’s so annoying.”
“But you’re genuinely good~”
“Your goodness is real~~”
“You’re more sincere, more capable, and more exceptional than most people in this world~”
“Let me give you an analogy… But you’re far more precious than diamonds. You can buy diamonds with money, but if I were to lose you, I’d probably never meet anyone like you again in my lifetime~~”
Ying Yuan’s lips parted slightly, and a blush crept up her cheeks.
Being praised until she blushed felt strangely similar to the warmth that surged through her body from her own impulsive desire.
Both made her want to pull the person before her into a tight embrace and love her fiercely.
Just as that thought formed, Yi Shanshan seemed to sense it. She leaned forward again, almost pressing into Ying Yuan’s arms.
Still holding the soup, Yi Shanshan leaned closer, bracing herself on one arm, and gently kissed Ying Yuan’s lips.
“Your kissing skills are amazing too~” Yi Shanshan said, her cheeks flushing crimson. “Last night… you were so good~”
“I can’t wait for us to do those things again~” Yi Shanshan suddenly pouted. “But please forget about my… you know… issues. I was really…”
“No, you were incredible,” Ying Yuan interrupted quickly, wanting to reassure her. “I was really…”
I was really… Ying Yuan couldn’t find the right word.
Yi Shanshan’s eyebrow twitched slightly. “Satisfying?”
Ying Yuan’s face flushed even redder. “…Mhm.”
Yi Shanshan blushed as well, the two tomato-red faces gazing at each other, yet they persisted in discussing such intimate matters.
“That’s great, then~” Yi Shanshan said. “My figure is still… pretty good, right?”
Ying Yuan: “Mhm.”
Yi Shanshan: “My skin is smooth too, right~”
Ying Yuan: “Mhm~”
Yi Shanshan: “And I smell nice too, right~”
Ying Yuan couldn’t resist any longer. She turned her head and kissed Yi Shanshan lightly. “Mhm.”
Their breaths tangled. Yi Shanshan teased, “Do you… want it right now?”
After a brief pause, Ying Yuan replied with a simple, “Mhm.”
“No, you can’t~” Yi Shanshan suddenly reversed course, gently pushing Ying Yuan away and retreating.
Clutching a pillow to her chest, she hid half her face behind it, leaving only her large, cat-like eyes peeking out.
“When you’re like this, I get all… all…” Her voice trailed off, barely audible, “Waves of it…”
Ying Yuan understood perfectly, her heart pounding wildly as her body flushed with heat once more.
She had researched the topic. Hormonal fluctuations triggered by romance could indeed exacerbate menstrual symptoms. But Yi Shanshan’s extreme sensitivity and intense reaction far exceeded Ying Yuan’s expectations—even defying logic.
Yet it also confirmed something: Yi Shanshan harbored a truly powerful physical attraction toward her.
“Then I won’t,” Ying Yuan said, her cheeks flushed. “I just wanted to… but I won’t actually do anything. You’re not feeling well—you need to rest properly.”
“Mhm~” Yi Shanshan hummed.
Ying Yuan set down the soup bowl. Yi Shanshan didn’t suffer from menstrual cramps; Ying Yuan’s job was simply to ensure she ate well, rested properly, and stayed happy.
“Want to watch a movie?” Ying Yuan picked up the remote.
Yi Shanshan nodded. “Sure~”
Ying Yuan adjusted the projector, found a recently released film with good reviews, and started it.
The sun blazed outside, but Ying Yuan drew the curtains.
Yi Shanshan lay on the bed, perfectly positioned to face the screen. Ying Yuan, however, sat on the sofa, slightly angled. She didn’t do anything else, her gaze fixed on the screen, watching attentively with Yi Shanshan.
Yet Yi Shanshan’s eyes kept drifting to the woman on the sofa beside her.
Even though Ying Yuan’s expression was completely normal, her posture still, and her clothes neatly arranged, Yi Shanshan found her utterly captivating.
Her throat felt dry. Yi Shanshan opened her mouth to say “Ying,” but before she could finish, Ying Yuan had already stood up and handed her the glass of water from the bedside table.
Even just handing her a glass of water made Yi Shanshan’s heart pound twice as hard.
Yi Shanshan opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.
Ying Yuan leaned over, gazing at her with concern. “What’s wrong? Do you feel unwell?”
Yi Shanshan met her gaze, inhaling that familiar, refreshing scent. Her heart raced even faster, and a tingling, itchy sensation spread through her lower abdomen, like tiny insects crawling beneath her skin.
“Ugh…” Yi Shanshan groaned. “Don’t look at me~”
“Ah!” Ying Yuan gasped, immediately closing her eyes in fright.
Yi Shanshan: “……”
When a girl closes her eyes, it means she wants you to kiss her.
Who needs water? Nothing quenches my thirst like Ying Yuan.
Yi Shanshan tilted her head, lunged forward, wrapped her arms around Ying Yuan’s neck, and kissed her fiercely.
The suddenness of the kiss disrupted Ying Yuan’s breathing and sent her heart into overdrive. She desperately wanted to ask, Aren’t you supposed to be… not like this? What are you doing?
But she decided to return Yi Shanshan’s kiss first.
After all, Yi Shanshan was kissing her with such fervor, her lips and tongue tasting so intoxicatingly sweet.
The movie played on, unnoticed and unheeded.
Not content with just kissing, Yi Shanshan slid her fingers beneath the hem of Ying Yuan’s T-shirt, caressing her skin.
A wave of heat surged between them.
Caught between the moments, Yi Shanshan desperately sought justification for her reckless indulgence. “My tolerance is just too low,” she reasoned, “so I need to practice!”
Ying Yuan, her chest touched, let out a muffled groan. “Hmm?”
Yi Shanshan insisted, “I can’t not touch you. I need to touch you more. The more I touch you, the better it’ll get~”
Ying Yuan: “……”
Yi Shanshan kissed her chin and nipped gently. “Perfect timing with your probationary period. We can slowly work through this issue together~”
Ying Yuan: “……”
It actually made a lot of sense.
Yi Shanshan tilted her head and kissed Ying Yuan’s neck. “That way, when we’re finally together, nothing will be able to stop us~”
Ying Yuan was persuaded.
She’d probably never been able to resist Yi Shanshan’s arguments.
She probably couldn’t refuse any suggestion Yi Shanshan made.
Yi Shanshan reached out to undress Ying Yuan. Ying Yuan’s only concern was for Yi Shanshan’s well-being.
When Yi Shanshan’s moist lips and tongue descended to her abdomen, Ying Yuan thought, Maybe we should just go out. I can’t stay in this hotel another minute.