Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380: Eager beaver

Xiang Yu finally let go of Han Xin like they were done talking about this. Han Xin was confused and it showed on his face. "Wait," he stammered, "aren’t you going to tell me what to do? What is it that you need me to do?"

Xiang Yu chuckled a low rumble that vibrated in his chest. "Oh, such an eager beaver," he teased, his thumb gently tracing the curve of Han Xin’s nose. Han Xin recoiled, startled by the unexpected intimacy. Before he could even question him, Xiang Yu grabbed his arm, a swift, surprising move that sent Han Xin tumbling forward.

He landed against Xiang Yu’s chest his face against Xiang Yu’s warm skin. Xiang Yu’s arms encircled him, a possessive hold that sent a jolt of awareness through Han Xin. He felt the gentle caress of Xiang Yu’s fingers through his hair, each touch sending a shiver down his spine.

Han Xin’s gaze, wide with a mixture of shock and a burgeoning desire, fell on Xiang Yu’s partially exposed chest. The muscles beneath the fabric rippled with suppressed laughter, and Han Xin found himself inexplicably drawn to the sight. He leaned forward, his breath ghosting over Xiang Yu’s skin, eliciting a soft gasp.

"What are you doing?" Xiang Yu asked, amusement colouring his voice.

Han Xin emboldened, deepened the kiss, his arms wrapping around Xiang Yu’s back, his fingers grasping the man’s waist on either side. He tasted the salt of Xiang Yu’s skin, the scent of plumeria and sweat intoxicating.

Their playful wrestling was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the door open. The steward with a stern expression, stood frozen in the doorway, a tray laden with delicacies trembling in his hands. His eyes, wide and shocked, darted between the two men entwined on the couch.

Han Xin immediately scrambled to his feet, a blush creeping up his neck. He was shameless around Xiang Yu, but the thought of being seen by others... was simply unacceptable.

Xiang Yu sighed, watching the steward retreat, his face a mask of indifference. He couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about.It was just the steward, not the entire palace.

The steward, still visibly shaken, finally managed to place the tray on the low table. "Han Xin," he stammered, "you haven’t eaten yet. The food is ready for you in the kitchen."

"Thank you," Han Xin replied, his voice subdued. He started to leave, but Xiang Yu stopped him. "Wait," he said, "bring your food here. We can eat together."

Han Xin, his heart pounding, readily agreed. This was his plan all along. He knew he was on thin ice after his crime in the morning and wanted to spend as much time as he could with him to make up for it.

He bowed his head, a docile facade masking the wolfish grin that tugged at his lips. Xiang Yu saw through the charade. Han Xin appeared docile but Xiang Yu knew he was a wolf in a sheep’s clothing.