My Straight Girlfriend with Skin Hunger Syndrome - Chapter 103
Chapter 103
After the midday heat had passed, Ying Yuan took Yi Shanshan out.
Confined together in such close quarters, their control factor was dangerously high. Ying Yuan didn’t want Yi Shanshan to suffer, nor did she want to feel like she was being roasted over a fire, burned to a crisp.
They went to the nearby beach, right next to the hotel.
The comfortable temperature and scenic views made for a perfect stroll along the coastal boardwalk. Hand in hand, they ambled leisurely, not rushing to see any sights or take photos, blending in seamlessly with the locals enjoying their post-dinner stroll.
As evening approached, street vendors lined the streets, offering a variety of local specialties, snacks, and souvenirs.
Yi Shanshan pulled Ying Yuan through the bustling crowds, her greatest joy derived from examining the wares and sharing her opinions with Ying Yuan, buying little but savoring the shared moments.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, they returned to the hotel for dinner.
After night fell, Ying Yuan booked tickets for a movie in the hotel’s activity hall. Seated among small groups of people, they finally managed to watch an entire film without incident.
But bedtime, of course, wouldn’t be peaceful.
After Ying Yuan showered and returned to bed, Yi Shanshan insisted she smelled delicious—like a late-night snack, demanding a couple of bites.
After much playful tussling, Yi Shanshan left a small, bright red “strawberry mark” right in the center of Ying Yuan’s chest.
Only then did they finally settle down to sleep properly. Even then, Ying Yuan had to hold her close, their arms and legs intertwined, their breaths mingling.
In the deep, quiet night, as Yi Shanshan slept soundly, Ying Yuan finally exhaled a long sigh, mentally recited a string of formulas, and drifted off to dreamland.
On the fifth day of their trip, the two returned from the island to H City.
Yet this enchanting, dreamlike island journey hadn’t ended; it continued steadily.
Their latest lodging was a family-style homestay, a compact studio apartment equipped with all the essentials.
Within this small space, Yi Shanshan and Ying Yuan seemed to have created a new home.
They would lie in bed together, watching the sunrise, and if they couldn’t sleep, they’d head to the early morning market.
Yi Shanshan would strike up conversations with the local grandpas and grandmas, learning where to find the freshest and cheapest ingredients. Ying Yuan carefully selected their favorite ingredients, brought them back, and cooked with her own hands.
Yi Shanshan especially loved Ying Yuan’s cooking. From elaborate raw marinated seafood to simple stir-fries whipped up in a flash, she devoured everything with delight.
She claimed Ying Yuan’s cooking had a special flavor that no high-end restaurant could match.
When Ying Yuan asked what the flavor was like, Yi Shanshan tugged her closer, kissed her, and deftly slipped her fingers under Ying Yuan’s shirt, already quite practiced at it. “It’s addictive,” she murmured.
Ying Yuan: ……
She really seizes every opportunity to grope me.
But before long, Yi Shanshan couldn’t stand it herself and, with a whimper, pushed Ying Yuan away.
Well, that’s practically exposure therapy, I guess.
Their meticulously planned itinerary had become an optional pastime.
If Yi Shanshan felt energetic, they went out. If she felt tired, they stayed put, content to sit quietly anywhere for an entire afternoon.
In the past, Ying Yuan had spent her free time reading. Now, she preferred watching Yi Shanshan and listening to her ramble endlessly about everything.
Music history, gossip, mutual acquaintances, psychoanalysis… everything became fascinating.
At sunset, they especially loved going to the beach to watch the sunset together.
Perhaps it was because the sunset they’d seen from the lighthouse on their first day in H City had been so breathtakingly beautiful that any glimpse of the sun hovering above the horizon felt romantic.
The seawater surged against the shore, white foam cresting in transparent, emerald-green waves.
Tourists always shrieked with excitement as they rushed into the water. Even though Yi Shanshan had seen this countless times, the commotion still made her want to charge in too.
Ying Yuan held her back, gently advising, “It’s your period, the seawater’s too cold. You’ll feel uncomfortable.”
Yi Shanshan: “Aaaah! Splish splash! Splish splash!” Her feet twisted restlessly in her slippers, like wound-up little bugs.
Ying Yuan couldn’t help but laugh at her antics. Though she couldn’t fully empathize with these impulsive urges, she was always willing to indulge her impulses.
“You really want to splash?” Ying Yuan asked.
“Mmm-hmm-hmm!” Yi Shanshan nodded vigorously against her chest, like a woodpecker pecking at a tree.
“How about I splash for you?”
“Eh?”
Ying Yuan crouched down, waving her hands behind her back. “Come here.”
Yi Shanshan immediately understood. After all, Ying Yuan’s body—in whatever form it took—was always hers to use.
“Owww!” Yi Shanshan let out an excited roar and, despite the short distance, hurled herself at Ying Yuan like a sprinter launching into a race.
With a fierce collision, Yi Shanshan leaped onto Ying Yuan’s back, wrapping her arms intimately around her neck.
“Aiyoo,” Ying Yuan exclaimed, but she swiftly scooped up Yi Shanshan’s thighs and straightened up smoothly.
Their bodies truly fit together, or perhaps it was that love made them fit.
Carrying someone her own age on her back, Ying Yuan felt no fatigue at all. Yi Shanshan’s angle was perfect, preventing her from sliding down.
“Ready?” Ying Yuan asked. “Commencing ‘Piggyback Ride’ service.”
Yi Shanshan leaned down and kissed Ying Yuan on the head, as if inserting a coin. Then she raised her hand and shouted with a laugh, “Charge—!!!”
With Yi Shanshan on her back, Ying Yuan plunged into the sea.
The waves chased after her feet as Yi Shanshan’s delighted cries echoed in her ear, again and again.
The soft sand left footprints that were quickly washed away.
The seawater initially felt warm, then refreshingly cool. Ying Yuan lowered her head to watch the swirling foam, seashells, and tiny crabs. Yi Shanshan’s head rested beside hers, sharing the view.
The setting sun cast a golden glow, bright and radiant.
Even as it dipped below the horizon, the deep blue of the sea and the brilliant red of the sky blended into a vast, breathtaking canvas.
From the shops near the beach, love songs drifted over on the sea breeze, blending with the crashing waves and ebbing away.
Yi Shanshan’s kiss brushed against Ying Yuan’s earlobe, as light as a passing current.
“Can we stay here a few more days?” she asked.
Ying Yuan had no urgent matters. Enjoying this summer with Yi Shanshan was her top priority.
She quickly replied, “Sure.”
Yi Shanshan nestled her head into the crook of Ying Yuan’s shoulder, feeling utterly content.
She tilted her gaze toward the beautiful world around them. “How about we buy an apartment here?”
This startled Ying Yuan. She turned her head to gauge Yi Shanshan’s expression, but Yi Shanshan pressed her down, preventing her from looking. She draped herself comfortably against Ying Yuan’s back, her laughter soft and low.
“We’re rich second-generation, you know? We buy whatever catches our eye. This place is great, and since I can’t buy H City, why not get an apartment?
“We can come here during vacations. And after graduation… maybe we’ll even live here permanently!”
Yi Shanshan was already planning their next vacation and envisioning life three years in the future. In her imagination, Ying Yuan would always be by her side. Was this natural assumption a promise?
Ying Yuan’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, her thoughts drifting.
Yi Shanshan continued to elaborate on her vision, delving into details:
“But you’ll probably go to grad school, right? I’m not so keen on studying forever. Have you thought about which university you’d like to attend? There aren’t many schools in China better than ours. Would you consider studying abroad?”
“No,” Ying Yuan replied. “I don’t plan to study abroad. My family can’t afford it, and it’s not part of my plan.”
“What kind of plan did you have?” Yi Shanshan asked.
Ying Yuan’s lips moved, but she didn’t answer.
She used to have a detailed plan, and she liked living according to it. She had clear boundaries in her mind: when to study, when to start working. But Yi Shanshan’s arrival shattered all those plans.
Yi Shanshan was like a scorching meteorite crashing onto her solitary planet—massive, explosive, reducing her carefully crafted plans to a worthless pile of paper.
She couldn’t give up the chance to be with Yi Shanshan, so her future now depended entirely on what Yi Shanshan’s future would be.
“I’m not sure,” Ying Yuan finally said. “Things change so quickly.”
Yi Shanshan fell silent for a moment, her pointed chin pressing against Ying Yuan’s shoulder blade. “Yeah,” she murmured in agreement, “things change so quickly. Let’s just take it one step at a time, then.”
“Mm-hmm,” Ying Yuan replied.
As night fell, they had played enough and went home to make dinner.
While Ying Yuan was busy in the kitchen, Yi Shanshan’s phone lay open on an unfamiliar app interface. Wearing headphones and swaying her head, she scribbled on a piece of paper.
When Ying Yuan came out to fetch something, Yi Shanshan covered her phone and paper, preventing Ying Yuan from seeing them.
This only piqued Ying Yuan’s curiosity. Yi Shanshan had never bothered hiding her phone use from her before.
Once dinner was ready, Yi Shanshan cleared away her things.
She sat at the dining table, swaying her head slightly, looking remarkably cheerful.
“What were you doing earlier?” Ying Yuan asked bluntly.
“I won’t tell you,” Yi Shanshan replied with equal candor. “It’s a secret~”
In the past, Ying Yuan would have dropped the matter.
But now, under Yi Shanshan’s indulgence and “pursuit,” her mindset had fundamentally shifted. Her possessiveness of Yi Shanshan and her attentiveness to everything about her had grown rapidly.
Yi Shanshan had been praising her daily, urging her to shed her insecurities in their relationship. Ying Yuan had indeed gained confidence, feeling she had earned the right to ask a few more questions.
“Is this a ‘not telling you now’ thing, or a ‘never telling you ever’ thing?” Ying Yuan leaned closer as she set down her chopsticks.
The sudden proximity stopped Yi Shanshan’s swaying. Her eyes widened as she stared at Ying Yuan, scrutinizing her expression.
“So you really want to know?” she asked.
“You don’t have to answer,” Ying Yuan replied.
“Your eyes say otherwise~” Yi Shanshan teased.
“What do my eyes say?”
“They say if you don’t tell me, you’ll kiss me!”
Ying Yuan: “……”
Yi Shanshan: “Hahahahahahaha!”
Yi Shanshan resumed her playful swaying, twisting her body and cajoling Ying Yuan. “We’ve come this far! Just one kiss? One kiss and I’ll tell you~”
Ying Yuan leaned in, pressing soft, delicate kisses against Yi Shanshan’s cheek, one after another. But she deliberately avoided those slightly parted lips.
“Mmm…” Yi Shanshan pouted, frustrated at being denied the “main course.”
Ying Yuan chuckled, whispering, “Tell me.”
Yi Shanshan looked utterly aggrieved. “Ying Yuan, you’ve become so wicked…”
Ying Yuan: “Mm-hmm.”
Who could stay good around you?
Yi Shanshan really wanted to bite her right then, but she decided to save her teeth for a more important target later.
So, looking utterly pitiful, Yi Shanshan reluctantly agreed to Ying Yuan’s blackmail. “I won’t tell you yet~ You’ll find out eventually~”
Ying Yuan: “Does it have something to do with me?”
Yi Shanshan grinned, “Yep~”
Not one to keep secrets for long, Yi Shanshan couldn’t resist revealing a bit more, “I wanted to surprise you~”
Ying Yuan’s heart fluttered.
The wildest thought she’d dared entertain was that Yi Shanshan’s secret preparations might have something to do with her.
And now it turned out to be true.
What is Shanshan up to?
If it was a surprise for her, anything would be wonderful.
Even if nothing came of it in the end, that would be okay too.
Just hearing Yi Shanshan say those words with such triumphant glee was enough to fill her with happiness.
“Alright,” Ying Yuan said. “I’ll wait.”
Yi Shanshan nodded gleefully.
Ying Yuan cupped Yi Shanshan’s neck, her thumb stroking her skin as she gave her the deepest, sweetest kiss.
Ying Yuan could wait, but Yi Shanshan never had to wait for what she wanted.
The wet sounds of entangled tongues mingled with Yi Shanshan’s soft moans of pleasure.
The night was intoxicatingly sensual, the food tempting and mouthwatering.
Yi Shanshan captured Ying Yuan’s tongue and bit down hard with her sharp fox teeth.