My Straight Girlfriend with Skin Hunger Syndrome - Chapter 69
Chapter 69
Thankfully, Mao Mao and Xiaohan were in the room.
The two girls, having changed their clothes, came running over, their footsteps clear and crisp.
Ying Yuan pulled her hand away, but Yi Shanshan didn’t let go. She seemed utterly unconcerned about others seeing their intimacy, until Mao Mao and Xiaohan were right in front of them. Only then did she casually release her grip and turn to greet the newcomers.
“Wow, so cute!” Yi Shanshan exclaimed, her eyes curving into crescents. “One’s a little strawberry, and the other’s a little lemon!”
“Mm-hmm!” Mao Mao linked arms with Xiaohan and pulled them into a line to show Yi Shanshan. “I specially picked these out—they’re matching bestie styles!”
Yi Shanshan clapped. “So pretty! Like a bunch of little fruits flying through the air~”
“Exactly! Shanshan, you get me!” Mao Mao exclaimed excitedly, glaring at Ying Yuan. “I even asked Yuan to get one! They had orange, banana, mangosteen, kiwi—so many adorable designs! I wanted us three to wear them and have a fruit-filled pajama party in the dorm. But she refused! Said she had enough pajamas for now and wasn’t planning on buying new ones.”
This normal topic finally gave Ying Yuan a chance to calm down.
She took a deep breath, letting the heat fade from her cheeks, and said, “Having enough is enough.”
Xiaohan chuckled. “Look, Shanshan, isn’t Ying Yuan so unique? She actually thinks her clothes are enough.”
“Totally unique!” Yi Shanshan grinned, glancing playfully at Ying Yuan. “Our Yuan-dear is a rare pragmatist. It shows she has incredible self-discipline—she’s not easily tempted by ordinary things.”
Mao Mao chimed in, “Exactly! She’s the least impulsive online shopper I’ve ever met.”
Xiaohan added, “And the least addicted to fun and games. Her only obsessions are studying and working on that game project of yours.”
Yi Shanshan tilted her head. “True! I wonder what it would be like if she ever indulged in… low tier human pleasures?”
Mao Mao asked, “Shanshan, do you have any low tier pleasures?”
“Me? Heh heh heh…” Yi Shanshan suddenly burst into laughter. “Anything ‘low-tier’ can grab my attention for a bit. Like how I was just comparing my bust size to Ying Yuan’s.”
Mao Mao and Xiaohan: “!!!!”
Yi Shanshan grinned mischievously. “Let’s compare yours now too! Mao Mao, you’re so voluptuous—it must be so comfortable to snuggle against you! Xiaohan, your shape is gorgeous, so perky and firm!”
“Aaaaaaahhhh…”
The two girls shrieked, one covering her face and the other her chest, their cheeks flushing crimson.
But their shyness lasted only a few seconds. Straight girls fear nothing, and soon they were deep in detailed discussion on the topic.
“I think firmness is innate. It has nothing to do with the kind of bra you wear.”
“And the feel! Everyone’s is different. Mine are on the softer side—maybe they’re more fatty?”
“Hey, do you guys ever get pimples between your boobs? Mine get so easily clogged in the summer, it’s so annoying.”
“Try not wearing a push-up bra? Sweat gets trapped in those and it’s just uncomfortable.”
“Bras are so out right now, but I feel like that trend only works for smaller chests. If they’re too big, they just jiggle around when you walk and it’s uncomfortable.”
“Plus, in this kind of environment, going braless would attract a bunch of creeps. I’d love to give each one of them the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms.”
“Back in high school, I used to dress so conservatively and always hunch over. Some guys’ stares just felt so disgusting. But now I’m more confident—at least I can stand up straight and stick my chest out. Hell yeah, I’ve got curves! What’s wrong with that?!”
At that, Mao Mao straightened her posture, placing her hands on her hips to accentuate her curves.
“Absolutely stunning!” Yi Shanshan exclaimed loudly. “You’re the embodiment of a classical Greek sculpture!”
Flattered by the praise, Mao Mao struck a few more poses for good measure.
“Take a lap! Take a lap!” Yi Shanshan shouted. “I’ll put on some music for you!”
She sprang from her chair, connected her phone to the living room’s Bluetooth speaker, and started playing high-tier runway music.
The excitement was contagious. Mao Mao immediately fell into rhythm, strutting confidently from one end of the living room to the other.
“Me too! Me too!” Xiaohan chimed in, waving at Yi Shanshan. “Shanshan, come walk behind me—save the best for last! Ying Yuan, you…”
Pausing, realizing the ultra-introverted Ying Yuan would struggle to join, she quickly reassigned her role: “Ying Yuan, why don’t you film us from the front? I want to see what it looks like!”
Ying Yuan readily complied.
At times like these, she quietly obeyed when she couldn’t participate, content to assist in supportive roles.
Moving to the front, she found a good angle and crouched slightly to film.
The girls in the frame came in all shapes and sizes—tall, short, slender, curvy—but as they walked toward the camera, smiling radiantly, they all exuded a captivating charm.
Ying Yuan suddenly understood why Yi Shanshan had been staring at, admiring, and praising certain parts of her body.
It was like praising spring—no need for excessive deliberation, no need for elaborate excuses.
“Mao Mao would look amazing in a big fur collar!” Yi Shanshan shouted, dashing toward the walk-in closet. “I’ll grab some props to make your performance even better!”
“Awoooooo!” Mao Mao and Xiaohan shrieked, chasing after her. “Yes! Yes! We saw some things earlier, but we were too scared to touch them!”
Great, you guys are having fun. But who’s actually going to read the book? Ying Yuan sighed helplessly, holding her phone to the side.
As expected, it quickly turned into a full-blown pajama party.
The three girls played around with endless variations, draping themselves in props, elaborately transforming simple clothes. One moment they were drawing eyebrows, the next applying lipstick. One moment they were strutting down a makeshift runway, the next filming videos.
Their laughter filled the air, even making Ying Yuan smile. She loved seeing Yi Shanshan so happy, and she loved seeing her friends happy too. For that, she could push back their reading time by ten minutes, then another ten minutes.
Mao Mao, draped in a wide scarf, glanced left, then right. “This scarf is so pretty, and it looks kind of familiar… Could it be my destiny?”
Xiaohan: “Check the logo. That’ll tell you if it’s even remotely within your reach. The familiarity might just be because…”
Xiaohan paused, her brow furrowing. She turned to Ying Yuan. “Wait, doesn’t Ying Yuan have one almost exactly like this?”
Mao Mao: “Huh? It does look a little…”
Xiaohan clapped her hands together. “Ah! It’s the cashmere scarf Rich Lady gave Ying Yuan last winter!”
Ying Yuan: “!!!!!!”
Mao Mao: “Ahhhh! That’s right, that’s right! The pattern is identical, only the shape is slightly different. They must be from the same collection. Shanshan, do all you young rich girls like this brand?”
Yi Shanshan: “Hmm? I think my taste is pretty unique, actually.”
Xiaohan stared at her. “Shanshan, do you know the story about Ying Yuan and Rich Lady?”
Yi Shanshan: “How rich are we talking?”
Mao Mao: “She gave Ying Yuan this scarf! And so much other stuff! When we went to karaoke, she sent us fruit platters, barbecue, a private room, and even a karaoke card!”
Yi Shanshan narrowed her eyes, looking at Ying Yuan.
“Ooh? I’m intrigued. Tell me everything.”
Ying Yuan desperately wanted to shut all three of their mouths, but she didn’t have enough hands.
She tried to change the subject. “Shouldn’t we be studying?”
“Aaaahhh, noooo!”
All she got was a chorus of dramatic wails.
Mao Mao and Xiaohan pulled Yi Shanshan aside, ready to spill the beans in secret.
Ying Yuan’s face burned. She glanced at Yi Shanshan, who had clearly already guessed the truth but was still eagerly waiting to hear the story. What exactly had this “Rich Lady” done? And how would Ying Yuan and her roommates react?
This wasn’t just her story.
It was their story.
With the other protagonist so keenly interested, Ying Yuan felt she had no right to object.
Perhaps it wasn’t such a big deal after all. They were, after all, now good friends out in the open.
But dredging up their history would definitely surprise Mao Mao and Xiaohan.
Ying Yuan sighed deeply, poured herself a glass of water, and sank onto the sofa.
She didn’t look at Yi Shanshan, but she couldn’t help but overhear their conversation.
Mao Mao and Xiaohan were practically buzzing with excitement, gifted with the ability to romanticize every detail through rose-tinted lenses.
Despite having little information about the Rich Lady, Mao Mao and Xiaohan chattered endlessly, embellishing her persona with their imaginations.
Listening to their exaggerated tales, Ying Yuan couldn’t help but wonder how Yi Shanshan would react.
After sharing everything she knew, Mao Mao chugged down half a bottle of soda and concluded, “Our Ying Yuan is truly amazing. She always manages to befriend the most unexpected people. Like the Rich Lady, and like you.”
“Oh, I see…” Yi Shanshan replied, pausing after just a few words.
She rose and walked toward Ying Yuan, her footsteps drawing closer, causing Ying Yuan’s heart to quicken slightly.
Reaching Ying Yuan’s side, Yi Shanshan bypassed the spacious sofa and instead sat on the armrest, pressing close to Ying Yuan. Leaning in, she draped an arm intimately around Ying Yuan’s shoulder. “Yuan-dear is truly wonderful—smart, rational, kind, and thoughtful. Of course people would adore you~”
Xiaohan covered her mouth, thrilled by the scene. “Ah…”
Yi Shanshan turned to Ying Yuan, her long lashes fluttering, her eyes brimming with teasing amusement. “Now, I have a question for this intriguing young lady with so many stories… Do you like the Rich Lady more, or do you like Shanshan more?”
“Aaaaaah!” Xiaohan shrieked.
“Battle royale!” Mao Mao exclaimed.
Ying Yuan remained silent.
Yi Shanshan was being deliberately provocative. Knowing full well that all the stories revolved around her, she had pointedly avoided using the pronoun “I,” insisting on using her name instead.
She wanted Ying Yuan to choose—between herself and herself, between two versions of the same person.
Ying Yuan remained silent, deep in thought.
All eyes were fixed on her, especially Yi Shanshan’s, which were so close that Ying Yuan could feel the subtle shifts in her gaze as she blinked.
The pause stretched uncomfortably long. Xiaohan broke the tension: “Ying Yuan, at least show some sincerity in front of the person involved…”
“Exactly!” Mao Mao chimed in. “Otherwise, Shanshan might get angry and kick you out in the middle of the night, leaving you nowhere to sleep!”
“I choose Shanshan,” Ying Yuan replied smoothly.
Her seamless answer earned knowing, playful nods from Mao Mao and Xiaohan, but it only deepened Yi Shanshan’s dissatisfaction.
Staring intently at Ying Yuan, she shook her shoulders. “You know I’d never kick you out. I don’t want superficial flattery—I want genuine sincerity. I’d rather hear nothing at all than fake compliments.”
Ying Yuan looked up at her, her heart racing slightly, but her tone remained sincere. “I mean it. I like Shanshan better.”
Xiaohan let out another piercing shriek.
Yi Shanshan stared into Ying Yuan’s eyes, seeing her own delighted reflection mirrored in their calm depths. A sudden wave of embarrassment washed over her, and she averted her gaze slightly, lowering her voice to ask, “Really? You didn’t like me back then…”
Ying Yuan lowered her voice as well, speaking just loud enough for the two of them to hear, “I much prefer our relationship now. We can play together, work together…”
“I’m sorry…” Yi Shanshan murmured.
Her downward gaze made her eyes look misty, like bright stars veiled by a thin cloud. Her regret was genuine, her sorrow sincere.
“I used to be so awful…”
Just as Ying Yuan was about to reassure her that she wasn’t, Yi Shanshan suddenly looked up, her voice firm, “That won’t happen again. Never again.”
With that, she turned to Mao Mao and Xiaohan, a radiant smile lighting her face as she declared loudly, “Let me tell you a secret! I’m the Rich Lady! I’m the one who sent Ying Yuan all those gifts but never showed up. Ying Yuan and I have known each other for much longer than you think—way longer. I adore Ying Yuan more than you could ever guess—a thousand times more!”
Ying Yuan:“!!!!”
房间里陷入了寂静。下一秒就爆发了能掀翻房顶的尖叫声。
“啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊——”
“我的天呐我的天呐我的天呐!”
“啊啊啊啊啊啊啊妈妈我的cp——”
“原来是你啊啊啊竟然一直都是你啊啊啊——”
“啊啊啊啊啊啊啊——”
Mao Mao and Xiaohan激动得满脸通红,她们握拳,她们跺脚,她们弯着腰恨不得在地上打滚。
虽然Ying Yuan对于Yi Shanshan刚才那段话也感觉到震惊,但远没有她们如此夸张。
尤其是Xiaohan,她抬眼看一眼Yi Shanshan就尖叫,再看一眼Ying Yuan也尖叫,她往前跑了几步,站在离她们一米远的位置,看着她们俩,再尖叫。
Ying Yuan:“……”
Yi Shanshan:“……?”
Xiaohan:“啊啊啊啊啊对不起,我有罪,我一直在偷偷地磕你俩cp,结果竟然给我磕到现在这种场景。谁懂啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊妈妈这和真的有什么区别啊啊啊啊啊啊!!!”
“Aww~” Yi Shanshan instantly understood. She grinned, “So you’re shipping me and Ying Yuan?”
She leaned closer to Ying Yuan, deliberately striking an intimate pose for Xiaohan’s benefit. “I get it! I get the joy of shipping!”
Xiaohan: “Ahhhhhh! The OTP is serving us sugar!!! The actual couple is giving us sweet moments!!!”
Mao Mao rushed over. “Xiaohan, you’re so lucky! Not only did you witness it live, but the couple doesn’t even mind!”
“Of course I don’t mind! Ship away, ship away~” Yi Shanshan grinned at Ying Yuan, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yuan-dear, do you mind?”
Ying Yuan’s throat bobbed. She couldn’t believe how things had suddenly escalated to this point.
She used to be afraid of people finding out about her relationship with Yi Shanshan because Yi Shanshan didn’t want it public. But now that Yi Shanshan was openly and generously acknowledging her affection for Ying Yuan as a friend, Ying Yuan would look guilty if she retreated now.
Besides, she genuinely didn’t mind anymore.
Xiaohan’s and Mao Mao’s joyful, surprised expressions made Ying Yuan sink into a beautiful fantasy. It was as if there really might be that one-in-ten-thousand chance… that she and Yi Shanshan… could actually have something.
Ying Yuan didn’t dare look into Yi Shanshan’s eyes, but she shook her head to convey her stance.
Yi Shanshan: “See~ Ying Yuan totally accepts it~”
Xiaohan: “Ahhhhhhh!!!”
Mao Mao, seized by some inexplicable frenzy, suddenly started chanting, “Kiss! Kiss!”
Ying Yuan smiled helplessly, glancing up to remind them they should really be studying.
But in the next instant, Yi Shanshan leaned in close, her soft lips landing on Ying Yuan’s cheek with a loud smack.
Soft, moist, and sweetly scented.
Ying Yuan froze, turning her head to stare at Yi Shanshan in shock.
Yi Shanshan was right there, her smile radiant, as if she had just done something incredibly wonderful.
Another wave of shrieks erupted around them. Yi Shanshan’s long lashes fluttered as she tilted her cheek toward Ying Yuan.
“Yuan-dear,” she purred sweetly, “would you like to return the favor?”