Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 344

Chapter 344: ... I can take it

Han Xin’s hand paused midway through pulling out his shirt. He had been wondering why Xiang Yu told him to wait for him earlier. It seems he actually made him wait for this. An evil flame rose in him and he smiled slightly. He put back the shirt.

With a slow, deliberate movement he began to lift the hem of his inner shirt, revealing his flawless back. Xiang Yu rummaged through his bag and took out two ointment tubes, reading the labels seriously. "Both of these should help," he said, his voice steady. "But I think this one will be more effective."

He turned around, his eyes immediately locking onto Han Xin’s muscular frame. The bruise on Han Xin’s abdomen was a stark contrast to his otherwise perfect body. Xiang Yu’s mind went blank, his eyes tracing the contours of Han Xin’s body as if caressing him with his gaze.

He admired the defined pecs, the hard nipples that seemed to be begging to be sucked, and the ridged abdominal muscles that formed a tantalizing V-line. His eyes traveled lower but a look of disappointment flushed in his eyes as he couldn’t see beyond that point since it was concealed by the pants.

Xiang Yu really wished he had x-ray vision. He couldn’t see beyond the fabric but he could use his imagination. The outline on Han Xin’s pants was enough to fuel his imagination. Han Xin looked at Xiang Yu’s shameless appearance and stared to his heart’s content.

Han Xin should have been repulsed or annoyed after being gwaked at by another alpha like that but he wasn’t. He felt quite the

opposite actually. "My eyes are up here," he said, his voice laced with amusement.

Xiang Yu lost in his fantasies, barely registering Han Xin’s words. His mind was filled with images of Han Xin’s naked body, every inch of his skin explored and adorned with his markings. "Huh?" he muttered, his eyes finally meeting Han Xin’s.

Han Xin didn’t repeat his words. Instead, he said, "The ointment."

Xiang Yu said, " Oh, that’s right," his voice low and hoarse like his throat was dry as he handed it to him.

"Your Highness, may I trouble you to help me apply it?" Han Xin’s deep voice resonated in the room. Xiang Yu, with a playful glint in his eyes, responded with a hint of mischief, "Are your hands broken?"

Han Xin sighed, feigning exasperation. "I can’t see where I am injured," he admitted, his gaze briefly flickering towards the mirrors that adorned the walls. The mirrors, though a mere few feet away, seemed to be ignored by both parties, as if their presence was an inconvenience to the unfolding events.