Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184: Admiring the canvas hehehe

Xiang Yu rubbed his eyes as he got out of bed, the early afternoon light filtering through the curtains casting a soft glow on his room. His feet touched the plush carpet as he glanced at Han Xin, who stood at the door, looking as composed as ever.

"You’re such a black-hearted boss," Xiang Yu muttered, running his fingers through his tousled hair. "I completed the task you gave me in advance, and you can’t wait to give me more work already." _{freewёbnoνel.com}

Han Xin shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond. It didn’t have to be Xiang Yu and he could have assigned the work to someone else, but after what had happened last night, he felt uneasy and restless, especially when Xiang Yu hadn’t answered his calls. While thinking of a response his eyes subconsciously drifted to Xiang Yu’s body.

The sun rays seeping through the gaps in the curtain cast a warm glow on the man’s muscular frame as he sat on his bed, with only a pair of boxers on. His smooth skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, highlighting the intricate tattoos that adorned his body. Han Xin, couldn’t help but be mesmerised by the sight before him. Xiang Yu’s dark hair, slightly ruffled from sleep, framed his handsome face, while he rubbed his forehead, completely unaware of the intense gaze directed at him.

Han Xin had seen countless tattoos and even had a few of his own, but in this moment, he couldn’t help but admire the artwork on Xiang Yu’s body. The tattoo of the dragon was particularly striking, its head on Xiang Yu’s throat, the scales intricately detailed, winding its way down his chest, the tail curling seductively around his firm pecs. The design seemed to come alive as Xiang Yu’s chest rose and fell.

As Han Xin’s eyes traced the path of the dragon, he noticed other tattoos peeking out from the waistband of Xiang Yu’s boxers. Intriguing symbols and mysterious patterns hinted at a hidden depth to Xiang Yu’s personality. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he cleared his throat.

"You’re the best at what you do," Han Xin said, his voice steady. "I can’t trust anyone else to get things done."

Xiang Yu sneered, the memory of Han Xin touching Peng Xiu’s hair last night flashing through his mind. He slipped on his slippers, his movements deliberate. "Why don’t you go and find Peng Xiu? I’m pretty sure she can get things done," he said, his voice laced with mockery.

Han Xin flinched at the hostility in Xiang Yu’s tone. He couldn’t understand why Xiang Yu disliked Peng Xiu so much, especially since they had never met—or had they? Was Xiang Yu hiding something from him? Han Xin’s mind raced with questions as he watched Xiang Yu walk into the bathroom.

"She’s busy with something else," Han Xin said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Xiang Yu paused his hand on the bathroom door. "Is that right?" he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Before Han Xin could respond, Xiang Yu shut the door with a force that nearly hit Han Xin’s nose.

If Han Xin had any doubts about Xiang Yu’s dislike for Peng Xiu, they were now dispelled. Xiang Yu truly disliked her, but why? Determined to get to the bottom of it, Han Xin decided he would ask Peng Xiu directly. He had a feeling that Xiang Yu would never tell him the truth.