Scarred Hearts — A Girls' Love Tale - Chapter 42

“Your collection is really impressive.” The person led Ying Sha into the basement. Ying Sha looked around and sighed with admiration.

“Just a hobby,” the person said casually, picking up a lightweight handgun, loading a bullet, pulling back the slide, aiming at the target ahead, and firing.

“Your aim’s terrible,” Ying Sha teased with a smirk. The other person wasn’t offended and replied, “Haven’t held a gun in a long time. It’s normal not to be accurate.” What they meant was that she didn’t hit the bullseye, but it was still considered off target.

Ying Sha opened a box and started assembling something while speaking, “Actually, I’m curious. I know your personality well. You wouldn’t agree to this without some benefit for yourself.” Holding up her gun, she half-joked, “Spill it! What shady plan do you have?” Then she turned, aiming at the bullseye, muttering, “If you’re this ready to help me, I’m honestly getting suspicious.”

The other person grinned happily and walked over to a table filled with various knives and weapons. She picked up a three-edged military dagger and said with her head down, “I was planning to help you first, then talk. But since you’re so straightforward, I guess I’ll just be honest—I do have a favor to ask.”

“Alright, I’ve seen what’s been happening these days. I’ll help you all the way,” Ying Sha said, raising her gun as a signal. “As a reward for us surviving this together, consider this gun a gift from me.” With that, she walked away, leaving the other person leaning on the table with an interesting smile.

“Yan Shuangfei.” Luo Qinghan half-kneeling on the bed, saw Yan Shuangfei shrinking back nervously, avoiding her gaze. “Tell me, are you hiding something from me?” Luo Qinghan had sensed Yan Shuangfei’s unusual behavior over the past few days—sneaking out secretly, and once she came home unexpectedly, Luo caught her fiddling with a knife, ready to leave. The more Luo thought about it, the more something felt wrong. That night, she seized the chance to ask, “Have you recovered your memories?”

Yan Shuangfei looked innocent and carefully pulled the blanket up to her neck. “You really haven’t remembered?”

Luo Qinghan looked at her suspiciously. “By now, the brain swelling should have gone down.” She stared at Yan Shuangfei’s face for a long time but saw no clues. If Shuangfei really had regained her memory, what was she hiding?

Luo Qinghan stayed calm and didn’t press further. She turned off the light, lifted a corner of the blanket, and lay down beside Yan Shuangfei. Her hands started moving restlessly—at first rubbing over her clothes, then slipping under them.

Yan Shuangfei’s breathing noticeably caught; her body stiffened and couldn’t move. Luo Qinghan’s hand stayed on her lower belly, not moving immediately. Only when she felt the faint rise and fall of her breathing did she continue.

Luo Qinghan turned over and gently pressed down on Yan Shuangfei in the darkness. She couldn’t see her face, only a vague outline. One hand moved upward, pinching a sensitive spot and slowly rubbing. In her memory, Shuangfei was usually indifferent to this, but oddly, Luo could clearly feel Yan Shuangfei’s nervousness and shyness now.

“Relax,” Luo Qinghan whispered, stroking her again and again. Yan Shuangfei’s body stiffened, not responding.

Luo Qinghan stopped and watched her reaction. Yan Shuangfei didn’t resist. In the dark, her faint eyes quietly looked at Luo Qinghan, and a low breath escaped her throat. Hearing this, Luo Qinghan felt reassured and encouraged, and didn’t stop.

Her other hand moved down, parting the small underwear, sensing obvious dampness. Luo Qinghan’s fingertips lightly circled her petals.

Yan Shuangfei let out a small moan and began to follow Luo Qinghan’s movements.

“You’re so cute,” Luo Qinghan said happily, kissing Yan Shuangfei’s lips. When Luo’s tongue slid in, Yan Shuangfei also actively tangled with her.

“Shuang’er, your body’s so hot,” Luo Qinghan bit her ear softly, not rushing in despite Yan Shuangfei already being wet and restless, her body instinctively pressing against Luo to ease the overwhelming sensation.

Luo Qinghan hesitated. She wanted to claim Shuang’er soon, to take her, but felt uneasy. Shuang’er wasn’t the independent person she used to be. Taking her virginity like this while she was so unclear—not to mention whether Shuang’er agreed—felt like taking advantage. More seriously, it felt like deception. Luo Qinghan had already made mistakes before and didn’t want to keep going down that path. If she hurt Shuang’er with a moment’s impulse, it would truly be over for them.

Thinking this, the fire inside Luo Qinghan died out instantly. She felt a bit helpless and tried to withdraw her hand, but unexpectedly, Yan Shuangfei clutched it tightly, pulling her close. Hot, messy breaths sprayed onto Luo’s face, constant moans, and restless body movements showed her desire.

Luo Qinghan knew stopping halfway would be painful, but she really didn’t want to take advantage of Shuang’er’s unclear state. She coaxed softly, “Shuang’er, let’s do this next time, okay?” Then she hugged Shuang’er tightly, holding her trembling body.

“No…” Yan Shuangfei brushed Luo’s chin through her short hair, speaking in broken, jumbled words, “It hurts… don’t stop…” She moved her waist actively, rubbing Luo’s lingering fingers. Luo Qinghan had no choice but to obey but didn’t go further, continuing to stroke her petals. As Yan Shuangfei’s breathing grew more rapid, Luo Qinghan brought her to climax.

“Qinghan…” Yan Shuangfei cuddled in Luo’s arms, calling her name again and again. Luo kissed her cheek and said, “I’m here.”

“Mhm…” Yan Shuangfei lazily replied, “Hold me, I’m sleepy.” Luo Qinghan squeezed her tighter. Shuang’er made a soft sound of comfort.

“Good night,” Luo whispered, kissing Yan Shuangfei’s forehead.

In the middle of the night, Yan Shuangfei quietly got up, carefully watched Luo Qinghan for a moment, then quietly opened the door and walked out.

Luo Qinghan opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling, filled with doubt and sadness.

Shuang’er, you really are hiding something from me. What are you afraid of? Why won’t you tell me?