Scarred Hearts — A Girls' Love Tale - Chapter 15

Winter in the south felt even colder than in the north. It was a kind of damp cold that clung to the skin, seeping into the bones without warning.

The biting chill made people lazy, unwilling to step outside. Most preferred to stay curled up at home, quietly enjoying the heater—though unlike in the north, this heating came at your own expense.

Yan Shuangfei didn’t mind spending a little money. Her nouveau riche tendencies were on full display, and the entire house was kept toasty warm. Luo Qinghan stayed indoors too, feeling like she was about to sprout from the overwhelming heat, like a greenhouse plant.

After her shower, Yan Shuangfei sat patiently watching TV. A variety show host was laughing in an over-the-top way to liven up the atmosphere. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, but her ears were perked up, alert—not because of any assassination threats this time, but to hear when Luo Qinghan would finish showering.

Luo Qinghan could easily see through this little act but deliberately pretended not to notice. She casually grabbed her clothes and walked into the bathroom.

She took her time, practically scrubbing off a layer of skin, before finally stepping out—only to catch Yan Shuangfei turning her head instinctively, eyes full of anticipation.

The belt of the bathrobe was tugged open, half-hearted resistance at best, and Luo Qinghan was gently laid onto the bed.

Yan Shuangfei, when it came to taking the lead, was surprisingly patient. At first, she had been worried about hurting Luo Qinghan with her inexperience. Now, it was all about giving her the best experience possible. After all, every woman longs to be loved tenderly in bed.

She kissed Luo Qinghan’s pale neck, softly, one kiss after another. Before long, she could hear the heavy, ragged breathing that hinted at losing control. Luo Qinghan’s hands clenched the bedsheet, then relaxed, then clenched again—matching the rhythm of her breaths.

To Yan Shuangfei, those sounds were like silent pleas, urging her on. She became even more focused, covering that porcelain skin with scattered marks like a sky full of stars.

Her left arm still wrapped around Luo Qinghan, her right hand moved down eagerly, brushing ever so lightly against a hidden sensitive spot, drawing a strong tremble from the woman beneath her.

At that moment, Luo Qinghan seemed like someone drowning—arms reaching out, touching Yan Shuangfei’s bare back. Yet she still managed to squeeze out a few words between gasps: “Too… loud… the TV…”

The words were choppy, almost incoherent. Yan Shuangfei didn’t think the TV noise was a big deal—if anything, it could help set the mood or cover their own sounds. But since Qinghan said so, she listened. She reached out with her foot, hooked the remote, and pressed the power button with precision.

Suddenly, the room fell silent. An unusual tension spread quickly, filling every corner.

She hit the bullseye. Feeling the heat inside, her fingers were hungrily drawn in. She could feel every contraction as Luo Qinghan tightened around her, and with a few teasing motions, another wave of sensations followed.

“So tight,” Yan Shuangfei murmured under her breath. She lowered her head and gently bit down on the sensitive tips of Luo Qinghan’s chest, while her right hand explored the other hidden bloom between her legs, trying to help her reach the right state faster. Once she felt Luo Qinghan was ready, she entered fully.

The thrusts were intense yet careful. Yan Shuangfei could already sense the faint trembling deep inside.

Instinctively, Luo Qinghan chased the waves of pleasure, her body rising to meet her partner’s, their entanglement passionate and inseparable.

“Don’t rush,” Yan Shuangfei murmured, worried she might hurt her, “Almost there…”

Gone was Luo Qinghan’s usual composure. Her flushed cheeks and dazed eyes gave away just how lost she was in the moment. Even her gaze couldn’t focus properly—it drifted, unable to lock onto Yan Shuangfei’s eyes.

Yan Shuangfei pulled her into an embrace, letting Luo Qinghan bury her face in the crook of her neck. After a few rapid thrusts, Luo Qinghan suddenly bit down on her shoulder, and a soft, childlike sob escaped from her throat, like a kid who’d been wronged.

For once, Luo Qinghan didn’t fall asleep right after. Instead, she stared at Yan Shuangfei’s shoulder, where bl00d slowly oozed out, standing out starkly against her fair skin.

Yan Shuangfei didn’t seem to mind at all, looking completely at ease and satisfied. Still, Luo Qinghan felt a bit guilty. The warmth of the room kept her cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry…” she finally whispered, choosing to apologize first.

Yan Shuangfei opened her eyes in surprise but quickly understood. “You never have to say those three words to me,” she replied.

Everything that had happened was something she willingly gave. Even if they couldn’t stay together in the end, just being able to hold her for a while longer was enough.

“You need to be careful…” Luo Qinghan said softly. “It’s getting hard for me to hold the Han family back. Without the Chang family’s support, I wouldn’t be able to keep the other three in line.”

Is she trying to warn me? She doesn’t want me to die?

Maybe… maybe she’s starting to let go of her hatred.

For a moment, Yan Shuangfei felt a flicker of hope.

“They haven’t made a move because if you die, Yan Huaiyuan will take over the Yan family. Yan Luoxiao is still too young to carry that burden. Even though Yan Huaiyuan is old, his cunning is unmatched among us younger ones. If he takes charge, with his vengeful nature, he’ll stop at nothing to retaliate. Even if the Yan family gets destroyed, the other four families won’t come out unscathed,” Luo Qinghan explained, head down, avoiding Yan Shuangfei’s gaze. “Your last move basically stole the equipment the Han family worked so hard to get. Plus, Han Yu thinks Yan Huaiyuan won’t live much longer, so he wants to strike quickly. That’s putting pressure on me to act soon.”

The four great families were starting to turn on each other?

That’s good news.

“Han Yu’s just a petty clown,” Yan Shuangfei said bluntly. Her hesitation to strike at the four families wasn’t just because of Luo Qinghan—but if she really wanted to, she could protect the Luo family easily. The only problem was that doing so would worsen their relationship.

Luo Qinghan sharing this kind of intel with someone seen as an “enemy” meant her emotions were starting to shift—a very good sign.

Yan Shuangfei was playing a long game, one that could win everything in a single move. But Luo Qinghan remained a wild card. She clearly had her own plans, plans that Yan Shuangfei knew nothing about. And since neither of them was willing to fully open up, things remained tricky.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful,” Yan Shuangfei said, pulling her into a hug. “Go to sleep. Get some rest—you’re going shopping with Miss Shen from the Shen family tomorrow, right? Rest up first.”