Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: "Aaaaahhhh, who is this man calling average?”

"Peng Xiu," he called out, his voice trembling as he checked her pulse. He pressed two fingers against her wrist searching for it. It was steady, and she didn’t seem to be in distress. Relief washed over him momentarily before another wave of worry crashed back again. He recalled how much she had slept in the afternoon which wasn’t normal. It was like she was in a state of deep sleep making him wonder if this might be an illness.

Perhaps today had taken its toll on her more heavily than usual? As much as he wanted to dismiss it all and excuse it as her simply needing rest, something deep inside told him this wasn’t just fatigue. There might be an illness lurking beneath those beautiful features that haunted his dreams now more than ever.

Deciding to wait for her to wake up, Han Xin found himself drawn to her face. His gaze trailed down to her lips, lingering there. The way the moonlight caressed her lips drew him in making it difficult to resist.

He pursed his lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he remembered the sweet taste of her lips when she had kissed him before. The sweetness of that kiss still lingered on the tip of his tongue.

The tantalising flavour still tugged at his heartstrings making him yearn for another kiss. The desire to taste that sweetness again was so overwhelming and tempting that he just wanted to kiss her, but he knew he would have to wait until she woke up.

As he stared at her, lost in his thoughts, Peng Xiu’s eyes suddenly fluttered open. She was shocked to see him so close, her eyes widening in surprise.

This was what Xiang Yu woke up to. He was so startled that he swore making the situation even more awkward. He had just watched himself suck this man’s soul with that crazed kiss and now he was right before his very eyes.

"Han Xin, what the hell are you doing?" he whispered, his voice filled with confusion. The Divine Emperor had told him not to touch Han Xin but the man was the one invading his space.

Han Xin glanced at the hand pressing down on his chest and held it while trying to compose himself. He was holding his breath hoping she wouldn’t take her hand back. "Are you alright? You were unresponsive... I was worried."

Xiang Yu was about to do just that, but when he felt his hand gently squeeze him, he felt bad; thus, he didn’t take it back. He smiled slightly, trying to reassure him. "I... I must have fallen into a deep sleep. I am sorry if I worried you."

Han Xin didn’t speak for a while. It was as though he was trying to find the right words. Finally, he said, "You weren’t moving no matter how I shook you awake. Is it an illness?" He had decided to throw caution to the wind and speak his true emotions.

"You scared me. I thought... I thought I lost you?" he confessed softly without pretence.

Xiang Yu knew that the twins would worry when he was in such a state. What seemed like minutes to him in the spiritual space was like hours to them. What he didn’t anticipate, though, was Han Xin being this concerned for him. It was both unsettling and comforting.

He quickly composed himself, masking his inner turmoil with a calm facade. "I am fine," he replied, his voice steady. "It’s just an old illness. It’s nothing to worry about."