Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142: "Han Xin, do you trust me?”

Xiang Yu glanced up from his bowl, offering a piece of steamed bun. "Do you want some?" he asked, and how could Han Xin refuse? Leaning closer than necessary he whispered into her ear,

"Yu Yu... my arm is broken... I can’t eat... will you help me?"

Xiang Yu stared at him, incredulous. This was the same man who had once offered to boost him up to climb the rocks in the cave yet now he was claiming he couldn’t eat by himself. Han Xin pulled back, showing his broken arm, looking pitiful.

"Why are you looking at me like I am an idiot?" asked Han Xin, struggling to stifle his smile.

"That’s because you are an idiot," said Xiang Yu, but in the end, he sighed dramatically before feeding him a steamed bun.

Han Xin chewed with a bright smile, licking his lips. "It tastes sweet," he said, and Lian and Mei giggled like they were high schoolers reading a BL manga under the desk. Baihe, who was lost, looked at them with a look of confusion. What was so funny? The man broke his arm.

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The night air was crisp and clear, a perfect backdrop for the breathtaking canopy of stars that twinkled above. Xiang Yu sat outside the carriage; his eyes fixed on the celestial display. He had been trying to get the Divine Emperor’s attention but the old god was still ignoring him. He couldn’t help but think that the Divine Emperor was the most childish god he had ever encountered.

Just as he was about to admit defeat and retreat to the campfire where Lian and Mei were stirring trouble, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows. Turning his head, he saw Han Xin, who was holding out a cup of steaming tea.

Xiang Yu accepted it with a smile. He took a sip of the tea, savouring the sweet, fragrant aroma. "Delicious," he murmured, his eyes closing momentarily in appreciation. "Thank you. This is just what I needed."

Han Xin’s fingers brushed against hers as he took the cup back, their touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body. He silently sat down next to her. His tongue was restrained but his body wasn’t. His leg swung casually, his thigh brushing against her knee, a subtle yet seductive gesture. Xiang Yu’s heart quickened, his body responding to Han Xin’s subtle advances.

He placed his thigh on Han Xin’s leg and teased. "General, we should be mindful of our surroundings," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "We are not even married yet, and I would hate for rumours to start circulating."

Han Xin’s lips curved into a seductive smile, his eyes locking with hers. " I will only belong to one person, and that’s you. I don’t care about my reputation."

Xiang Yu’s breath caught in his throat as Han Xin’s words sent a rush of desire coursing through his veins. He placed his hand on Han Xin’s thigh, feeling the warmth and strength beneath his fingers. He chuckled as he took the cup back and took a sip of the warm tea.

Han Xin watched her intently, his gaze unwavering. When her lips left the rim of the cup, he asked, "Do you like it?"

Xiang Yu nodded. "Yes, it tastes sweet."

Han struggled to believe it, given the Crown Prince of Zhen’s reputation. He was ready to go to war, but he had to ensure Yu Yu remained by his side. The thought of losing her was unbearable, and he would do whatever it took to keep her close. _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}