My Straight Girlfriend with Skin Hunger Syndrome - Chapter 90
Chapter 90
The lights flickered back to life.
Ying Yuan bustled around the room, preparing everything Yi Shanshan might need for her bath and placing it in the bathroom.
She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Shampoo and body wash—only the ones she used herself—were placed outside the shower stall, easily accessible without Yi Shanshan having to distinguish between them.
Having finished her preparations, steam now rising in the bathroom, Ying Yuan let out a long breath and turned to leave.
Yi Shanshan was waiting just outside the bathroom door. Seeing her emerge, she leaned against the wall, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “You’ve never gone to such lengths before. What’s different today?”
Ying Yuan lowered her gaze, avoiding eye contact as she walked past. “It’s only proper for a host to care for her guest.”
Yi Shanshan’s fingertips lifted, brushing precisely against Ying Yuan’s arm as she passed.
Ying Yuan flinched slightly.
“Afraid I’d come looking for you mid-bath again?” Yi Shanshan teased.
Ying Yuan remained silent.
“Such a cliché plotline, isn’t it?” Yi Shanshan chuckled.
Turning her back, Ying Yuan blushed. “Then don’t let it happen.”
“Exactly! Why all the fuss? It’s so contrived.” Yi Shanshan’s tone shifted. “If you want something, you should just be direct.”
Ying Yuan: “……”
Yi Shanshan: “Ying Yuan, wanna shower with me?”
Ying Yuan: “!!!”
Yi Shanshan: “A shower can only wash my body clean. It won’t solve the… dissatisfaction in my heart.”
Yi Shanshan: “To fix that, I think I still need you.”
Ying Yuan: “…………”
Being direct is one thing, but this is just… too direct.
Even as Yi Shanshan spoke these blatant words, she still retained the bewitching allure of a Little Fox—her words swirling like smoke, burning like fire.
Ying Yuan’s body flushed hotter, and she fought to suppress the images Yi Shanshan’s words conjured. Clinging to her own conviction, she insisted, “A shower can help. A cool rinse would clear your head.”
Yi Shanshan: “Hm?”
Yi Shanshan’s voice held a playful note. “A cool rinse? How exactly? Is there some special technique? Have you tried it yourself?”
Yi Shanshan: “How would you resolve it? Do you… need something too right now?”
“Ah—!” Ying Yuan couldn’t take it anymore. She clutched her head and screamed.
Yi Shanshan’s words grew even more outrageous. How could she twist someone’s meaning so drastically? How could she even bring herself to ask such questions face-to-face?
“The water’s hot!” Ying Yuan cut her off, striding forward. “Go take a shower!”
Yi Shanshan laughed behind her, a cheerful, unrestrained sound.
Like a raging bull, Ying Yuan stormed into her bedroom and slammed the door.
But the enclosed space seemed to intensify Yi Shanshan’s scent—cloyingly sweet, with notes of fruit, shampoo, and something else… something uniquely Yi Shanshan.
The scent mingled with Ying Yuan’s own, intertwined and fused, instantly conjuring images from moments before.
Ying Yuan had never felt her senses so heightened. Not just her sense of smell, but everything—her body, her mind—was hyper-sensitive.
The bathroom door opened and closed, muffling the sound of running water.
Ying Yuan left her bedroom and wandered through the apartment, retrieving the quilt from her parents’ bedroom that she had just put away earlier that evening.
If Yi Shanshan ended up staying the night, she certainly wasn’t going to share a bed with her.
Having nervously made the arrangements, Ying Yuan sat in the center of the living room, assuming her most upright posture as she read a book to distract herself.
The sound of the shower persisted for quite some time. When the bathroom door clicked open, the sound seemed to resonate directly against Ying Yuan’s heart.
Ying Yuan didn’t shift her gaze, keeping her eyes fixed on the book.
“It’s getting late,” she said. “Finish your shower and get some rest.”
There were some faint rustling sounds from Yi Shanshan’s side, but Ying Yuan couldn’t tell what she was doing.
Soon, she heard footsteps approaching, the slippers shuffling softly as Yi Shanshan approached with an easy, unhurried gait.
“So, you’re just letting me stay over like this?” Yi Shanshan’s voice rang out, and she was already standing close by.
Ying Yuan continued to focus on her book, though out of the corner of her downward-cast gaze, she could see a pair of slipper-clad feet and a sliver of smooth calf.
“If you have other plans, feel free to leave,” Ying Yuan replied. “Just be careful if you go out this late.”
“I’m not going out, but I do have other plans.”
Yi Shanshan took another step closer, bringing more of her legs into Ying Yuan’s line of sight.
She always had that thoughtful expression, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking. Ying Yuan’s heart pounded with nervous anticipation.
She flipped a page of her book, not responding.
Yi Shanshan stood right in front of her, so close their knees almost touched.
“Where do you want me to sleep?” Yi Shanshan asked.
“You sleep in my room,” Ying Yuan replied. “I’ll sleep in my parents’ room.”
“Which room did Qi Hongyue sleep in before?”
“Also mine.”
Yi Shanshan’s voice began to take on an edge of dissatisfaction. “Then I don’t want to sleep in a room she’s used.”
Here she comes again, Ying Yuan thought.
Having finally heard Yi Shanshan’s preference, Ying Yuan braced herself to parry.
“The sheets and bedding have been changed. Senior Qi wouldn’t have touched anything in my room anyway.”
“I get scared sleeping alone in unfamiliar places,” Yi Shanshan protested.
“But you always stay in hotels by yourself when you’re traveling,” Ying Yuan pointed out.
“Besides, it’s not unfamiliar. You were just lying down in there a few minutes ago.”
“We were lying down together then, and you were pinning me down,” Yi Shanshan retorted.
“Stop messing around. I’ve already told you my rules.”
“I just want to sleep together, not do anything else.”
“At most, just a quick hug, then we’ll let go. Like we used to.”
“You can’t just go from hugging before to not even letting me hug you now!” Yi Shanshan protested.
“Ying Yuan, do you hate me now?” Yi Shanshan demanded. “I always heard you queer girls only like straight girls. Now that I’m not straight anymore, you don’t like me?”
What kind of twisted logic is this?!
It’s utter sophistry!
Ying Yuan was once again stunned by Yi Shanshan’s seemingly reasonable yet utterly nonsensical reasoning. She looked up at Yi Shanshan, intending to use her shocked gaze to challenge this person’s irrationality. But the moment she lifted her eyelids, she froze.
Yi Shanshan wasn’t wearing pants.
The pajama shorts Ying Yuan had prepared for her—loose, comfortable, and knee-length—remained unworn. Instead, Yi Shanshan was swaying her pristine white legs, wearing only an oversized short-sleeved shirt. The hem of the shirt danced over that crucial area, the tiny patch of white fabric barely concealing what lay beneath.
Ying Yuan’s brain completely short-circuited.
Even when Yi Shanshan had dressed provocatively in the past, she had at least been fully clothed.
Now, she didn’t even care about being fully clothed. At home alone, she’d dress however kept her cool.
Besides, the short-sleeved shirt and underwear were Ying Yuan’s.
Ying Yuan had just brought them into the bathroom—her familiar styles and fabrics. Seeing Yi Shanshan wearing them, displaying them before her, felt like Yi Shanshan was replacing Ying Yuan herself, her skin pressed against the material.
Ying Yuan’s cheeks flushed crimson, like ripe tomatoes.
Yi Shanshan saw her reaction, dropped her flimsy excuses, and gazed at her with a knowing smile, leaning in slightly.
“What’s wrong, Ying Yuan?” Yi Shanshan murmured, her voice light and gentle, like silken threads wrapping around Ying Yuan’s body.
Ying Yuan sprang to her feet so abruptly she nearly collided with Yi Shanshan.
The book she’d been holding fell to the floor, abandoned as she scrambled sideways to escape.
She averted her face, her mouth gaping as she blurted out, “You… why aren’t you wearing pants? I brought some for you…”
Yi Shanshan didn’t even bother with an excuse. “To seduce you, of course.”
Ying Yuan: “!!!”
The tomato was crushed, its red juice splattering everywhere.
Ying Yuan covered her face, on the verge of tears from being teased so relentlessly. “How can you be like this… saying whatever comes to mind, doing whatever you please?”
Yi Shanshan grinned, resembling a cunning little fox. She crossed her arms over her chest, crossed her shapely legs, and stood there with an effortless grace. “Maybe it’s because a newborn queer girl fears no tiger?”
She paused, her lashes lowered, and added softly, “Or maybe it’s just because it’s you.”
“Around you, I feel like I don’t need to fear anything.”
Her body had been stimulated, and now her heart was being stirred too.
Only after baring her soul did Ying Yuan truly grasp the special fondness Yi Shanshan held for her.
Still covering her face, but her voice now much gentler, Ying Yuan said, “You shouldn’t do this anymore. I’m not some perfect saint. I have plenty of bad thoughts too…”
“That’s precisely why I’m doing this,” Yi Shanshan sighed. “Ying Yuan, how can you keep forgetting? I told you I’m pursuing you.”
Ying Yuan: “……”
She’s not worthy. How could she possibly deserve to be pursued by someone as exceptional as Yi Shanshan?
Yi Shanshan: “When you’re pursuing someone, physical attraction is part of it, right?”
Yi Shanshan: “I’d be so happy if you had… those kinds of thoughts about me.”
Yi Shanshan: “You say you want to date, but I haven’t sensed any real interest in others from you. You’re such a little nun.”
Yi Shanshan: “Maybe you just don’t like me enough. You haven’t developed that… romantic kind of fondness. That’s why you lack desire, impulse, and keep avoiding me.”
Yi Shanshan took a few steps forward, stood before Ying Yuan, gently removed her fingers from her face, and gazed at her.
Ying Yuan’s face flushed crimson, her eyes glistening with moisture, radiating a radiant vitality. Such a shame, Yi Shanshan thought, she’s still a stubborn fool, trapped in her shell.
Yi Shanshan stood on tiptoe and pressed a soft kiss to Ying Yuan’s lips.
“The third kiss,” Yi Shanshan murmured. “First kiss, second kiss, third kiss—they’re all mine now.”
“Even if you don’t like me yet, I don’t care. I’m claiming you first.”
Ying Yuan’s heart pounded wildly, as impulse and desire surged within her.
She suddenly wanted to tell Yi Shanshan: I like you, I really like you. I’ve had my eye on you for ages. Every time I kiss you, I want to kiss every inch of your body.
She walked along the cliff’s edge, teetering on the brink.
“It’s okay, we have plenty of time~” Yi Shanshan stepped back, ceasing her pursuit of Ying Yuan, and turned to walk toward the bedroom. “We both need time~”
“Time proves everything~” she murmured to herself, clearly enjoying the thought. “But seizing the initiative is crucial too.”
“What makes me better than Qi Hongyue is my speed. Hahahahaha…”
Just as she rounded the corner, she suddenly poked her head back out. “Ying Yuan, are we… flirting now? You haven’t been flirting with anyone else, have you?”
Ying Yuan froze, then quickly replied, “No.”
Yi Shanshan: “If you ever do, you have to tell me. I’d…”
She paused, leaving Ying Yuan in a daze.
Is she giving up? Will she give up if I leave?
“Then I’ll just push harder.”
Yi Shanshan’s eyes crinkled into a mischievous smile.
Her grin was utterly wicked, brimming with smug confidence, as if she possessed inexhaustible strength and cunning.
She’s already so powerful, and she can still push harder?
It felt as though no matter where Ying Yuan fled, she would be relentlessly pursued and cornered.
Despite the terrifying and hopeless nature of the situation, Ying Yuan found herself strangely captivated by Yi Shanshan’s brazen audacity.
Yi Shanshan’s words felt like a magical incantation, casting a spell over Ying Yuan.
Ying Yuan opened her mouth, her breath filled with Yi Shanshan’s lingering scent.
After tormenting her to the point of delirium, Yi Shanshan waved casually. “Good night~”
“Good night,” Ying Yuan responded quickly, relieved to find her safe word.
Hearing this, Yi Shanshan immediately added, “You’re welcome to come back to your own room anytime tonight~”
Ying Yuan: “……”
Yi Shanshan winked and burst into hearty laughter.
The clock struck midnight. Yi Shanshan finally went to sleep.
Whether Yi Shanshan was actually sleeping, Ying Yuan couldn’t tell.
In any case, the light in her room stayed on for a long time before finally going out, and she never dared to open her door again.
Ying Yuan waited until everything had fallen silent and the moon hung high in the sky. Yet the fire in her chest still burned.
Overnight, the vines in her heart had sprouted roots, grown vigorously, and woven into a dense web.
She went to take a shower, but the bathroom was filled with Yi Shanshan’s lingering fragrance.
Her mind, beyond her control, kept replaying Yi Shanshan’s words: Just rinse it off? Is there a special technique? How would you handle it? Do you… need something now too?
Need.
The thought of Yi Shanshan standing in the same spot moments ago, using the same items, perhaps even making the same movements…
It was going to be the death of her.
Author’s Note:
Friends, their relationship has reached this stage. If you see any strange symbols, it means a section has been locked by the censors. I’ll need to revise it, so there might be slight inconsistencies. Please bear with me. Ahem, ahem. [Weakling] [Weakling] [Weakling]