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Jiang Qing loved Gu Yining—loved her for twelve years.
On the day of Gu Yining’s engagement, Jiang Qing died in a car accident. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to thirteen years in the past.
Living a second life, Jiang Qing had an epiphany: loving a straight woman leads to no good end; turning back is the only righteous path. She decided to keep things strictly “proper” with Gu Yining as friends, never stepping over the line again.
Jiang Qing truly succeeded in doing so.
However, for some reason, Gu Yining—despite supposedly being straight—began to provoke and flirt with her incessantly.
Initially, the reborn Gu Yining only wanted to protect her best friend, nipping all the various “blossoming romances” around Jiang Qing in the bud.
The “iron-straight” guys? No way. They’re ugly, have low EQ, and are just toads lusting after swan meat.
Pretty girls? No go. They’re neurotic and definitely not good people!
Gentle women? Absolutely not… In short, none of them were good enough.
Later, she lightly kissed those soft lips, their ambiguous breaths mingling. Gripping Jiang Qing’s palm, her voice trembled:
“Jiang Qing, I am good.”
“I’m better than all of them. So, would you consider me?”
Jiang Qing was pure and beautiful with a cold, celibate aura—the top-tier goddess of the school.
When a junior student, acting on someone else’s behalf, came to ask for her WeChat, the beauty looked up slightly and said politely: “I’m sorry, I’m a lesbian.”
The woman who was always with Senior Jiang was radiant, bold, and dazzling; her “femme fatale” face had once caused a sensation at the school. The junior student hesitated before asking: “Are you two… a couple?”
The woman, with skin as fair as snow, shook her head: “No, she’s my bestie. She’s straight.”
A month later, the junior student passed by a famous lesbian bar and saw a black Rolls-Royce parked by the road.
In the back seat, the woman’s eyes were flirtatious, her graceful figure outlined by a passionate red dress.
The cramped space was filled with the scent of alcohol clinging to Gu Yining. She took a deep breath, pinned Jiang Qing’s hands above her head with slender fingers, and leaned in with dominant determination.
“Gu Yining! You—”
The unspoken words were cut off as a punishing, torrential kiss arrived. Jiang Qing’s lips were kissed a deep red, and her resisting hands unconsciously climbed onto Gu Yining’s shoulders.
The junior student witnessing everything from outside the car window: ??!! The world has gone mad; a straight girl is force-kissing a lesbian. Is this what you city people call “best friends”?
