My Straight Girlfriend with Skin Hunger Syndrome - Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Extra 1.2: Qi Hongyue x Wen Can: What Flavor is Wen Can?

In the women’s dressing room beside the restroom, Qi Hongyue had been alone.

Wen Can entered because Wu Qin had burst in.

Having rested only briefly, Wu Qin hadn’t calmed down at all. Still in a tense, combative state, she charged in and shouted at Qi Hongyue, “What scheme are you plotting now?”

Qi Hongyue’s shirt was half-undone, its front buttons gaping open to reveal her white bra and flat abdomen. She glared at Wu Qin, her wordless expression radiating cold disdain.

Wen Can trailed behind Wu Qin, seemingly trying to restrain her but failing.

Upon entering and seeing Qi Hongyue in this state, Wen Can let out a “Whoa!” Her hand, which had been reaching for Wu Qin’s arm, retreated, and she averted her gaze.

Fixating on the perfume bottles on a nearby shelf, Wen Can spoke faster than Qi Hongyue. “She’s just changing her clothes, what kind of scheme could she possibly be plotting?”

Wu Qin whirled around, her voice dripping with feigned pity and grievance. “President Wen, you have no idea what’s happening! The girl standing before you isn’t some innocent, gentle young woman. She’s a master of deception, using that innocent facade to trick people. Don’t fall for it—”

Qi Hongyue: “……”

Oh, she’s so afraid anyone might side with me, as if unless she buries me alive, she’ll forever fear I’ll rise again.

Qi Hongyue couldn’t be bothered to utter a word. She knew the calmer she remained, the more terrified Wu Qin would become.

Right in front of them both, she continued undressing.

She unbuttoned the last button, pulled the shirt loose, and swiftly tore off the sleeves.

Wen Can coughed softly and asked Wu Qin casually, “So, what’s she really like?”

“She’s…” Wu Qin turned back to see Qi Hongyue had already removed the shirt Wu Qin had soiled, revealing broad expanses of bare skin. Beneath its contours, her bones and muscles rippled like the burgeoning spring.

Wu Qin knew exactly what it felt like to have that body pressed against hers.

On countless lonely nights, she had yearned for it, her mind endlessly chanting Qi Hongyue’s name, longing for everything she had once given her.

That soul-stirring pleasure—that tingling ecstasy—only Qi Hongyue had ever given her; no one else could.

That was why, after their unexpected reunion, Wu Qin couldn’t restrain herself, desperately wanting to rekindle their past.

No matter what happens in the future, I’d do it again, even if it meant repeating it all.

Memories crashed through Wu Qin’s mind. Her throat went dry and hoarse, a flush spreading across her cheeks until her head swam with heat.

Hurting Qi Hongyue and yearning for Qi Hongyue weren’t contradictory desires in her heart. She had been doing both for a long time.

What kind of woman is she…? Wu Qin thought, knowing she needed to use explosive words to deter these outsiders who knew nothing of the truth from approaching Qi Hongyue.

“She used her body…” Tears streamed down Wu Qin’s face as she clutched her chest, her voice trembling with anguish and desperation. “She seduced me, forced herself on me… but I have no proof. No one would believe such a thing could happen between two women…”

Wu Qin glanced at Qi Hongyue, whose brow was deeply furrowed.

The clean clothes she had just unfolded remained in her hand, still unworn. Her limbs were long and slender, and so were the fingers clutching the fabric.

“Just like this…” Wu Qin’s voice trembled. “It’s dangerous… President Wen, you must be careful…”

Qi Hongyue: “……”

Qi Hongyue couldn’t hold back any longer. She tossed her clothes over her arm, abandoning any pretense of getting dressed. Grabbing her phone, she pointed the camera at Wu Qin and demanded, “Say it again. Repeat what you just said.”

Wu Qin shrieked, covering her face. “Ah—!”

“Why be afraid of the truth?” Qi Hongyue retorted. “Afraid there’s no proof? Well, this is your proof right here!”

Wu Qin wasn’t foolish enough to fall for that. Any “evidence” now would only incriminate her for defamation.

She retreated toward the door, her terrified cries growing louder with each step.

Get out of this room and attract more witnesses!

But she was stopped—by Wen Can.

The ever-smiling woman seized Wu Qin’s arm with bone-crushing force, her grip so tight it made Wu Qin’s bones ache.

“Don’t be afraid,” Wen Can said softly, her gentle tone at odds with the brutal strength of her grip. “I’m here for you. She wouldn’t dare do anything to you. Tell the truth—every action leaves a trace, and every deed leaves evidence.”

“How did she seduce you? Force you? When? Where? Don’t worry about whether anyone will believe you—I believe you. I’m a lesbian. I know what women can do to other women…”

The moment Wu Qin heard the words “female homosexual,” her screams abruptly ceased. Trembling, she lifted her head to gaze at Wen Can.

Only then did she truly grasp Wen Can’s beauty. Her deep-set eyes and thick eyebrows gave her the exotic allure of a Eurasian woman from the steppes—radiant, sensual, dazzling, capable of captivating nearly anyone.

She turned to look at Qi Hongyue. Though the camera lens of Qi Hongyue’s phone was pointed at her, her gaze was fixed on Wen Can. Her expression remained neutral, but Wu Qin detected a subtle shift in her eyes, a hint of admiration for Wen Can.

They were both lesbians.

They were the kind of terrifying lesbians who could declare “I’m a lesbian” in any setting, without hesitation.

Uninhibited, they acted solely on their rawest desires, disregarding societal norms. If their eyes met this moment, they’d be naked and rolling in bed together the next.

The mere thought of that image drove Wu Qin to the brink of madness.

Clutching her head, her eyes burned dry and bloodshot.

“You’re in this together… you’re all in this together…” she muttered, wrenching Wen Can’s fingers away with sudden force and bolting for the door.

A sharp crack echoed as she crashed to the ground.

Loud, stinging.

She remembered when Qi Hongyue had injured her leg as a child. She had carried her all the way to the hospital on her back. From then on, she had gained a loyal little sister who trailed after her everywhere.

Now, she had fallen.

Qi Hongyue stood so close, yet remained motionless.

She wouldn’t come to her, wouldn’t help her up, would never touch her again. She would rather sleep with those “lesbians” she’d only known for a few days.

“Ah—!” Wu Qin buried her face in her hands, wailing bitterly.

“So noisy,” Qi Hongyue remarked.

She put away her phone, took a step forward, and reached out to close the locker room door.

The bolt locked with a thunk, sealing out the cacophony from the outside world as if isolating it in another dimension.

Inside, Wen Can gazed at her silently, without a word, without a question, merely studying her.

Qi Hongyue lowered her gaze to her own body. “Like it?”

Wen Can readily admitted, “Mm, it’s beautiful.”

After a pause, she added, “My type.”

Amused, Qi Hongyue slipped into a clean shirt—a simple dark T-shirt that complemented her jeans perfectly.

Wen Can’s eyes lit up. “You look even better in my clothes.”

Qi Hongyue tossed the soiled shirt into the trash can, took a step closer to Wen Can, tilted her head slightly, and gazed into her eyes.

“So, you really are a lesbian?”

“Absolutely,” Wen Can replied, meeting her gaze without flinching, even leaning forward slightly, her posture conveying unmistakable intimacy. “I’ve dated quite a few girlfriends—only girlfriends. I couldn’t be any gayer if I tried.”

Qi Hongyue: “Aren’t you worried those accusations might be true?”

Wen Can: “I have my own eyes and brain. I’ll make my own judgments.”

Qi Hongyue: “You’ve got a crush on me?”

Wen Can: “Yes. I admired you at the conference. So young and already so knowledgeable, your presentations were mesmerizing—far more impressive than those clueless fools in my company.”

The commotion outside grew louder, as if a crowd had gathered around Wu Qin, their voices filled with angry condemnation aimed at whatever was happening inside the room.

Wen Can’s eyes curved into a smile. “Watching this drama only makes me like you more.”

Qi Hongyue stepped back, picking up her backpack. “You’re very confident in your judgment.”

Seeing her about to leave, Wen Can moved swiftly, seizing Qi Hongyue’s arm without asking. “I knew you long before these rumors, Xiao Yue.”

Qi Hongyue: “……”

Wen Can: “At the High-Tech Expo in B City, your presentation blew me away. Later, I read some of your papers and saw your work—oh, that game you’re entering in the competition? The demo was really fun…”

Hearing Wen Can’s words, Qi Hongyue felt a surge of relief.

Everything follows a pattern; love and hatred have their reasons. Knowing this brings peace of mind.

“Thank you for your appreciation and assistance,” Qi Hongyue said.

Wen Can tightened her grip on Qi Hongyue’s arm, as if they were the closest of sisters, ready to face any storm together.

“The future stretches before us. May our collaboration be fruitful,” Wen Can said, opening the door.

Under the scrutiny of countless eyes, the two women strolled leisurely past. Their pace was neither hurried nor slow, their expressions neither resentful nor indignant. Wen Can even tilted her head, offering a polite and gentle smile to the highest-ranking supervisor in the group.

“Picking up my Little Sister after work,” she said sweetly. “Goodbye.”

The crowd froze in stunned silence.

Wen Can feigned a moment of surprise. “Oh, wait—she’s resigned. In that case… goodbye forever~”

Qi Hongyue laughed. A warm breeze surged through the window, carrying the scent of the person beside her.

What did Wen Can smell like?

Intense, passionate, fragrant—like a flower in full bloom under the scorching sun, growing ever more radiant with each passing moment.

“What kind of wine do you like?” Qi Hongyue asked as they stepped out of the company building.