Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 263

Chapter 263: NSFW *wink *wink

Peng Xiu cried out, the pain igniting a fire of panic within her. She fought against his hold, but he pressed her down, his voice a low growl. "Don’t move, otherwise I will cut something else." The threat was palpable, and she lay there, trembling, every instinct screaming for her to comply.

Once satisfied with his work, Xiang Yu arose, the dagger glistening with her blood, his expression one of cold disgust as he surveyed the wreckage of her spirit. He turned to Han Xin, his tone almost casual. "What do you want to do with her?"

Han Xin’s response was swift, devoid of sympathy. "Throw her in the trenches, and we’ll take care of her later." His voice was steady, a chilling contrast to the chaos that had just transpired.

"Okay," Xiang Yu replied coolly, retrieving a handkerchief from Han Xin’s pocket and wiping the dagger clean with an eerie calmness.

Having made his decision, Han Xin pressed the intercom. "Guards, come to drag her away to the trenches and make it discreet." His command echoed through the room, a grim sentence sealing Peng Xiu’s fate.

As she lay there, whimpering in pain, consciousness slipping away, she was dragged out of the office, leaving behind only the lingering echoes of her cries.

When the door finally closed, the room fell into silence with the only sound being Xiang Yu’s labored breathing. He wiped the blood off his face while thinking he had gone overboard and forgot that Han Xin had mysophobia.

He was about to apologise for making a mess in his office but before he could say anything, strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him close. He looked up and met Han Xin’s dark eyes that were smouldering with an intensity that took Xiang Yu by surprise.

Han Xin tightened his embrace, his fingers digging slightly into Xiang Yu’s hips, as if afraid he might slip away. Xiang Yu felt a shiver run down his spine, a mixture of arousal and confusion. Han Xin had always been quite reserved, his emotions tightly controlled, but now, he seemed like a different person.

In a swift motion, Han Xin spun Xiang Yu around, pressing him against the desk. Xiang Yu found himself trapped under Han Xin’s body, which was like a wall of heat and desire. Their lips met in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling as if they were starved for each other. Xiang Yu’s initial surprise melted away, replaced by a burning need to feel more of Han Xin. He moaned into the kiss, his hands gripping Han Xin’s broad shoulders, pulling him closer. _{freewёbnoνel.com}