Scarred Hearts — A Girls' Love Tale - Chapter 10

That night. No moon. The cold wind howled.

Yan Shuangfei woke up quickly. Her “quick” was relative to others who had suffered similar injuries.

Luo Qinghan sat alone by Yan Shuangfei’s bedside, hardly leaving her side from the moment the doctor treated the wounds until Yan Shuangfei finally woke.

Yan Shuangfei’s injuries weren’t severe, or so the doctor thought.

The bullet entered her left chest but didn’t hit any vital organs. It traveled inside her body, shifted, and partially pierced out near her left shoulder blade. It wasn’t fully through—just half-stuck—exposing the bullet tip, but without complete penetration. However, the bleeding was heavy. By the time the doctor arrived, there was already a shocking pool of bl00d around Yan Shuangfei.

The bullet was stuck in the bone. Luo Qinghan watched as the doctor used tweezers to pull it out, making a grinding, harsh sound. Along with it came a large amount of thick, bloody fluid that stank sharply, making Luo Qinghan so nervous she almost bit her silver teeth.

“Qinghan.” Yan Shuangfei called softly from the bed. Though only a short day had passed, it felt like she had lived through a thousand years.

“You’re awake.” Luo Qinghan snapped out of her daze, anxiously asking, “Are you feeling uncomfortable? Don’t move!”

Yan Shuangfei struggled to sit up. Hearing the concern in Luo Qinghan’s voice was rare and made her smile happily as she leaned back against the headboard. Seeing this, Luo Qinghan thoughtfully grabbed a pillow and placed it behind Yan Shuangfei’s head.

“I’m fine,” Yan Shuangfei said, gently pressing her palm against Luo Qinghan’s hand, feeling the warmth.

“Mm.” Luo Qinghan responded quietly, then turned to get up, awkwardly hiding the blush on her face and nervously saying, “I’ll bring you some porridge.”

“Okay.” Yan Shuangfei smiled in agreement.

Seeing Yan Shuangfei doing well, Luo Qinghan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and set the food on the small table by the bed. Only then did she realize Yan Shuangfei might not be able to feed herself.

Yan Shuangfei’s left shoulder was still bandaged tight, immobile. The bruises on her left hand hadn’t faded and looked cold under the fluorescent light. Her right arm was hooked up to an IV, making any movement difficult.

“Should I feed you?” Luo Qinghan asked uncertainly, noticing the clear finger marks on Yan Shuangfei’s pale face—so obvious they were hard to miss.

Yan Shuangfei saw Luo Qinghan staring blankly at her and nodded happily. That was a good sign—though she might hate me, she still can’t bear to see me die like this.

What should I do with you? How can this grudge be resolved? Grandpa might forgive my reckless actions, but how can you forgive this sky-high hatred?

When two people are together, it’s never just about the two of them. Besides, you’ve never once told me you like or love me.

“It’s rare for you to serve me once. How could I refuse?” Yan Shuangfei smiled lightly, struggling to reach out and brush the hair hanging over Luo Qinghan’s forehead.

Luo Qinghan’s face was still flushed; in front of Yan Shuangfei, she always stayed blushing.

“The doctor said you should eat light food to help your wounds heal,” Luo Qinghan said seriously as she stirred the porridge with the spoon.

Every time Yan Shuangfei saw her speak so seriously, it made her smile, but she still played along and promised, “I’ll listen to you, Miss Luo.”

Luo Qinghan looked at Yan Shuangfei with mock annoyance and carefully scooped a spoonful of porridge to her mouth.

Yan Shuangfei opened her mouth, bit the spoon gently, and swallowed softly, holding tight without letting go.

Luo Qinghan tried to pull the spoon out but failed. She pulled harder, still no success.

“Let me out!” Luo Qinghan said, a little annoyed.

Yan Shuangfei parted her teeth slightly, teasing, “You want out? I won’t let you.”

Luo Qinghan caught the deep meaning in Yan Shuangfei’s tone—this brat, even hurt, hasn’t lost that mischievous spirit!

Pretending to be angry, Luo Qinghan glanced at Yan Shuangfei, bit her lip, and fell silent, continuing to feed her porridge.

Yan Shuangfei enjoyed the favor of her beauty. She finally understood the perks of being injured: it could stop Luo Qinghan from suddenly turning cold, and she could sneak some touches too.

Right now, Yan Shuangfei’s right hand was creeping inside Luo Qinghan’s clothes—along with the IV tube.

“The doctor said you can’t move around randomly,” Luo Qinghan said shyly, rubbing against Yan Shuangfei, teasing in a subtle, flickering way.

“Be good,” Yan Shuangfei said, pulling her hand back. Still warm from Luo Qinghan’s body temperature, she smoothed Luo Qinghan’s long hair.

Luo Qinghan lay on her side next to Yan Shuangfei’s bed, breathing uneven, quietly exhaling.

“Just a little touch,” Yan Shuangfei promised, making a fist with her right hand.

Luo Qinghan didn’t say anything, silently burying her head in the crook of Yan Shuangfei’s neck.

Yan Shuangfei smiled contentedly, her hand sliding to undo the clasp of Luo Qinghan’s bra. She skillfully unhooked it and touched the fullness she had longed for. Gently, she rubbed.

The warmth in her palm was so tempting and comfortable, Yan Shuangfei felt a little sad—she didn’t want to be injured, yet with her lover here, she was left wanting and unsatisfied.

When it came to indulgence, Yan Shuangfei was a master.

“That’s enough,” Luo Qinghan whispered, her face full of desire but still reminding Yan Shuangfei.

Reluctantly, Yan Shuangfei withdrew her hand, knowing if she continued, she wouldn’t be able to resist her primal urges. That wouldn’t be good.

“All right.” Yan Shuangfei obediently lay down. “This bed is big; let’s sleep together.”

“No, what if I press on your wound at night?” Luo Qinghan lowered her head.

“Really can’t?” The disappointment in her voice was obvious, making Luo Qinghan flustered.

“It’s not—”

“If not, then let’s sleep together.” The meaning was clear.

Luo Qinghan had no choice but to agree, “Okay.”

“A goodnight kiss.” Yan Shuangfei cheekily demanded more.

Luo Qinghan lightly kissed Yan Shuangfei’s pale lips, then carefully slipped into her arms.

It was a bit awkward, but the person beside her made her feel at ease.

Yan Shuangfei hummed contentedly, daringly pulling Luo Qinghan close. Her full love and care had already defeated all reason.

Before, they used to sleep hugging; now, because of the injury, they didn’t.

Neither of them realized how harmonious they looked together. Their matching long black hair playfully fell forward, like a bond tying them tightly together.