My Straight Girlfriend with Skin Hunger Syndrome - Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Extra 1.7: Qi Hongyue x Wen Can – “Xiao Yue, don’t you want it?”

Qi Hongyue truly excelled.

Throughout the day, she not only flawlessly completed her own tasks but also accompanied Wen Can, assisting with her work. With Qi Hongyue by her side, Wen Can’s business trip felt more like a leisurely vacation—efficient, enjoyable, and reassuring.

Qi Hongyue could strategize for you, serve as your memory bank, and effortlessly provide essential services without demanding any extra effort from you.

Beyond this, Qi Hongyue maintained a constant effort to please Wen Can in her capacity as the client.

When they were alone, she called Wen Can “Big Sister”; in public, she addressed her as “President Wen,” constantly checking if she was hungry, thirsty, cold, or tired. She was gentle, considerate, and utterly obedient.

As night fell, Wen Can said sincerely, “I truly regret not recruiting you directly back then, regardless of the position. Having you by my side would have been invaluable.”

Qi Hongyue smiled. “We had only just met back then, still in the ‘trial period.'”

“Examining me?” Wen Can leaned closer, peering into Qi Hongyue’s eyes. “Aren’t you the one doing the examining?”

Qi Hongyue met her gaze unflinchingly. “Mutual assessment.”

Wen Can blinked, gazing into those serene eyes. “And what’s your conclusion now?”

Qi Hongyue: “You’re rare.”

Such simple words, uttered by Qi Hongyue without affectation or embellishment. Yet Wen Can found them utterly captivating.

She’d heard countless compliments before, but these four simple words from Qi Hongyue struck straight to her heart.

Her pulse quickened. Qi Hongyue’s eyes, like lakes in the night, drew her in, tempting her to drown in their depths.

Though she hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol, Wen Can felt lightheaded. She raised her hand, draping it casually over Qi Hongyue’s shoulder, her wrist pressing deliberately against the curve of her collarbone.

“Well, I am quite rare.” Wen Can’s smile widened, the wind scattering her long hair and carrying her fragrance to Qi Hongyue’s lungs. “Where else could you find someone like me—rich, beautiful, and accomplished?”

Qi Hongyue’s throat bobbed. “Mm.”

Wen Can tilted her head. “I’m taking the ferry tonight, arriving in City M tomorrow. Will you still keep me company?”

Qi Hongyue: “We agreed on three days. I’ll go wherever you go.”

This was likely the only three-day break Qi Hongyue had given herself in ages.

Under the guise of work and the roles of client and consultant, she was recklessly indulging in these precious moments with Wen Can.

The starlit night shimmered above, a bright moon hanging high. Qi Hongyue followed Wen Can aboard the unplanned cruise. The sea that night was calm as a dark, fathomless abyss, boundless as the cosmos.

Half an hour after the ship set sail, cell service gradually faded.

After finishing dinner in the ship’s restaurant, Qi Hongyue glanced at her disconnected phone and paused for a few seconds.

Wen Can’s gaze fell on her, her tone surprised. “Ah, I forgot to mention. This voyage will be out of contact for nearly eight hours. There’s no signal out at sea, so most people choose the night ferry—you just sleep through it.”

“Mm.” Qi Hongyue pocketed her phone, resolving not to take it out again.

Wen Can: “Will this interfere with your work?”

Qi Hongyue: “It might have an impact, but it’s also possible the Earth would keep spinning even if I were gone.”

Wen Can: “I can vouch for that—it would definitely keep spinning. Once, I was in a situation much like yours, accompanying a client who wanted to climb a snow-capped mountain. We rushed to prepare, rushed up the mountain, and ran into a minor accident along the way, causing significant delays… That’s when I started wondering what the world would be like without me. Usually, I think I’m indispensable, but standing beneath that vast sky and amidst those endless snowfields, I realized I’m utterly insignificant…”

Qi Hongyue watched her quietly. Wen Can paused, then suddenly turned and flashed her a radiant smile. “Want to know what exactly happened? Come have a drink with me on the deck.”

“Alright,” Qi Hongyue agreed smoothly. “It’s windy on deck and might give you a headache. You’ll need a hat.”

“I have one in my room,” Wen Can said.

“I’ll go get it,” Qi Hongyue offered.

Wen Can stepped closer, staying right beside her. “Let’s go together.”

Wen Can had booked a luxurious suite with separate rooms for each of them.

The high floor, few guests, and quiet privacy created an atmosphere of seclusion.

Qi Hongyue followed Wen Can down the long, silent corridor. The ship glided across the sea without a single tremor, as if they had entered a desolate, otherworldly realm.

No clamor, no commotion—only the rhythmic tap-tap of their footsteps on the floor, each step crisp and synchronized.

Outside the room, Wen Can raised her hand, and with a soft beep, the door unlocked.

Her hand was already on the handle, pressing down, but she didn’t push it open.

After a brief pause, Wen Can looked up at Qi Hongyue. “What about you? Do you have a hat?”

“No,” Qi Hongyue replied.

Wen Can’s gaze drifted downward. “Your clothes are a bit thin too. Want to borrow mine?”

Qi Hongyue remained silent, her eyes fixed on Wen Can. In the blink of an eye, Wen Can’s thick, curled lashes fluttered like feathers, tickling the edge of Qi Hongyue’s heart.

Wen Can lingered, admiring Qi Hongyue’s figure before finally lifting her gaze again.

Her eyes met Qi Hongyue’s dark, brooding stare—a rare expression on Qi Hongyue’s face.

A suppressed storm cloud, heavy with unshed rain, seemed to gather behind her eyes.

Wen Can’s lips curled into a teasing smile. “You wore my clothes when we first met. Why can’t you accept them now? I still remember how good you looked in my T-shirt—your shoulders, your waistline…”

“Big Sister,” Qi Hongyue interrupted, her voice slightly hoarse.

She stepped closer, invading Wen Can’s personal space, their clothing brushing together. From this downward angle, every blink of Wen Can’s eyes seemed more pronounced. Her crimson lips, full and moist like petals awaiting a kiss, lay just beneath the curve of her nose.

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Qi Hongyue accused. “You deliberately brought me onto a ship with no signal. You deliberately said those things to me.”

Wen Can’s eyelashes fluttered, and she pursed her lips slightly.

“You deliberately lured me to your room.” Qi Hongyue’s gaze searched hers. “Big Sister, what exactly do you want me to do?”

Exposed, Wen Can felt no embarrassment. Her heart pounded powerfully, her carefully laid plans suddenly accelerated by Qi Hongyue’s probing questions. Excitement surged through her; she could hardly wait.

Wen Can raised her eyes and met Qi Hongyue’s gaze directly.

“I want to do it with you,” she said.

“I could come up with plenty of excuses. Like how beautiful the sea is at night, how the atmosphere is perfect right now. Or that deepening our relationship would benefit future collaborations. Or even that if you don’t do as I say, I’ll get angry, refuse to work, and stop seeing you altogether…”

Wen Can blinked, unable to resist tracing Qi Hongyue’s features with her gaze once more. “If you needed them, any of these excuses would do.”

“But the truth is, I just want to do it with you.”

“Qi Hongyue, this isn’t a fleeting impulse.

“We don’t have to define our relationship, or think about the future. We can just do it for pleasure—mine and yours.”

Wen Can took another step forward, their bodies now pressed together.

Heat radiated through the fabric like steam from boiling water. Her fingers twitched, landing at the collar of Qi Hongyue’s shirt.

She gripped the smooth fabric, crumpling it.

She tugged Qi Hongyue forward, forcing her to lower her head.

“Xiao Yue, don’t you want this?”

Her voice was a whisper, her tongue brushing like a flower’s pistil.

Qi Hongyue didn’t answer. Instead, she raised her hand and gripped Wen Can’s hand on the doorknob, squeezing it, pushing it down, pushing the door open.

They tumbled into the room.

Qi Hongyue’s palm settled on Wen Can’s slender waist. The mere contact sent Wen Can’s heart racing.

A searing, bone-deep current of electricity coursed through Wen Can’s lower abdomen.

Qi Hongyue buried his face, claiming Wen Can’s lips and devouring every last bit of the crimson sweetness he had long coveted.

A tempest raged within, every hidden current of the sea now unleashed in this single embrace.

The door slammed shut, plunging the room into darkness.

A faint sliver of moonlight filtered through the porthole, unseen by anyone.

Wen Can’s breath was stolen away. Heat, scent, touch—these sensations flooded her senses, dominating her thoughts and nerves.

She had no idea Qi Hongyue could kiss like this. Nor did she expect that, despite her own supposed greater experience, she would be powerless to act, her body going limp, passively yielding.

The dam had burst.

And she was the one being flooded.

Wen Can was pinned down in the darkness, yet her desire surged like an endless tidal wave.

She wanted to moan, but every sound was stifled.

Her clothes had vanished in a blur. Qi Hongyue held her entire heart in his hands, kneading it relentlessly.

I’m drowning.

I’m going to faint.

She had longed for Qi Hongyue’s hands for so long, but before she could savor them, her body had already devoured them whole.

Ah, Wen Can wanted to scream.