Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 507

Chapter 507: Did you sniff him?

He took a step closer, his smile unwavering, perhaps even challenging Han Xin to match his ease. "Do you like my smile? Is it beautiful?"

The remark lodged itself like a thorn in Han Xin’s mind. He forced himself to breathe deeply, trying to suppress the uncharacteristic fluster that surged alongside his annoyance.

Instead of responding to the provocation, he simply handed Xiang Yu a set of clothes and a pair of boots, his expression closing off. "Wear that from now on," he said curtly as if that would dismiss the tension between them.

Han Xin also placed a bag of toiletries at Xiang Yu’s feet. "You can use this."

Xiang Yu’s brow knitted in confusion, genuine bewilderment creeping into his expression. He wanted to ask why, but the words didn’t come. Instead, he reached down, taking the clothes and the bag from Han Xin.

"Let’s go," Han Xin said, turning to walk away, leaving Xiang Yu standing there momentarily stunned.

With a fleeting glance at the clothes in his hands, Xiang Yu hurried to catch up, a blend of confusion and curiosity swirling in his mind.

The path led them back to Han Xin’s place, where Han Xin stopped and casually said, "You can borrow my shower. The water pressure is low."

As Han Xin turned to leave, he added, "Don’t touch anything that you shouldn’t or go in my bedroom and study."

Without thinking, Xiang Yu grabbed Han Xin’s wrist. The moment he did, Han Xin felt an electric shock race through him. His entire body tensed, as if he had been hit with a bolt of lightning.

His eyes darkened with surprise, confusion swirling in their depths. Realizing he had crossed a line, Xiang Yu let go quickly, his face flushing.

"Sorry... why are you being weirdly nice? What do you want from me?" Xiang Yu asked, his voice unsure.

"I hate the smell on you," Han Xin replied bluntly.

Xiang Yu looked down, pinching his clothes and sniffing the faint scent lingering on the fabric. He had scrubbed hard and washed his clothes with whatever little water he could find, but apparently, the faint odour of manure still clung to him.

"If you are going to spill the secrets of the alliance," Han Xin continued, his voice low, "I wouldn’t want to smell that."

Xiang Yu wasn’t offended at all. In fact, he smirked. "Now whose fault was it? You shouldn’t have put me on manure shovelling duty if you knew you hated it."

Han Xin opened his mouth to refute, aware that he hadn’t issued the order himself, yet he knew it was happening.

With a shrug, Xiang Yu stepped into the large bathroom, a stark contrast to the dilapidation outside. The space could be described as the peak of luxury in this post-apocalyptic world

It was an oasis of untarnished tiles and polished surfaces.

He quickly slipped out of his clothes and entered the shower. The water pressure was indeed low, but he adjusted, making it work. Considering Han Xin’s sensitivity to cleanliness, he scrubbed vigorously, determined to rid himself of every trace of the repugnant smell that had become such a source of irritation.

What Xiang Yu didn’t know was that Han Xin had left heading towards Lian and Mei’s place.

Outside, in the dappled shade, Lian and Mei lounged on chairs, appearing utterly relaxed, as if oblivious to the harsh realities of their world. They looked more like they were on a summer holiday than grappling with survival in a post-apocalyptic wasteland.