Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216: Nurse Han Xin reporting for duty.

AN: One more Chapter in two hours. Happy reading.

Xiang Yu stood in the bathroom, his eyes fixed on Han Xin’s handsome profile illuminated by the bathroom light. Han Xin noticed the stare and asked, "What?" as he wiped his hands.

Xiang Yu shook his head. "Nothing. I am just thinking how you managed to get here as soon as something happened."

Han Xin, who was putting on medical gloves, paused slightly before continuing. He took out a pair of packaged medical tweezers and stood in front of the shirtless Xiang Yu. "Is it because you have someone watching me?" Xiang Yu asked.

Han Xin couldn’t deny it. He paused for a moment before asking, "Does it bother you?" _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}

"No," Xiang Yu replied, surprising Han Xin. He crouched down to examine Xiang Yu’s wound and began to pull out the shard of glass. Xiang Yu leaned back, his back pressed against the vanity, his breath catching in his throat from nervousness. To distract himself, he said, "It shows that you care about me, so why would I mind?"

Han Xin froze, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. Xiang Yu exhaled, uncomfortable with Han Xin being so close to his crotch area like that. "Let me just ask Dr. Song to come and help."

Xiang Yu tried to move, but Han Xin stopped him, pressing his hand on Xiang Yu’s abdomen. "Don’t move."

Xiang Yu had no choice but to stay still. He looked up at the ceiling lights, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. He gripped the edge of the vanity until his knuckles turned white. Han Xin noticed this and stopped. "Does it hurt?" he asked.

Xiang Yu shook his head, refusing to look at Han Xin. Han Xin thought he was unhappy but didn’t say anything. He continued to pull out the glass shards. Xiang Yu wasn’t at all unhappy. He was trying not to focus on their current posture, but it was impossible to ignore.

He could feel the thin latex gloves touching his abdomen. The coolness of the rubber contrasted with the warmth of his skin as Han Xin gently cleaned the wound. It was truly hard to ignore.

His breath hitched as he felt Han Xin’s fingers continue to brush against his sensitive skin, sending unexpected shivers down his spine. Han Xin’s proximity was both comforting and unsettling, a sensation so intense that he couldn’t think straight.

His body tensed as Han Xin carefully applied antiseptic to the cut, the sting of the liquid making him hiss softly. He tried to focus on the pain, using it as a distraction from the heat rising within him. Han Xin’s face was mere inches from Xiang Yu’s crotch, his breath warm against his skin, causing a flutter in Xiang Yu’s chest. He could smell the faint scent of mint on Han Xin’s breath, a hint of the gum he chewed earlier.

As Han Xin’s gloved fingers delicately worked on the wound, gently prodding and examining the torn flesh, Xiang Yu’s mind began to wander in an erotic direction. He couldn’t help but imagine Han Xin undoing the drawstring of his pyjama pants and pulling them down. He imagined the man’s scorching breath brushing against his skin and he pulled down his underwear and took in his entire length. Realising what he was thinking, Xiang Yu swore internally, but it was too late. He felt his heart racing, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

He closed his eyes as he tried to steady his breathing, fully aware of the bulge growing in his pyjama pants. The sensation of Han Xin’s touch was overwhelming, and his body responded in ways he couldn’t control. Han Xin’s nearness, the intimate nature of his care, and the subtle scent of his cologne created a heady mix that clouded Xiang Yu’s thoughts.