Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 509

Chapter 509: I want to be real husbands with you.

"What’s wrong?" Xiang Yu asked, perched confidently in the lounge, a playful smile gracing his lips.

Ignoring him, Han Xin marched to the bathroom. There, he found Xiang Yu’s toiletries arranged neatly as if the man were preparing to move in. He flipped through the items, but again, he found nothing to explain the alluring scent.

Suddenly, he heard Xiang Yu’s voice, now at the door. "What are you looking for?" He stood there with his arms crossed, a feigned innocent look on his face.

Han Xin turned, his frustration boiling over. "Where is it?"

Xiang Yu’s face twisted in confusion. "What? I didn’t take anything," he replied, innocence spilling from his words.

Han Xin continued to glare, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He had to find that perfume that had the aphrodisiac scent.

Raising his hands in mock surrender, Xiang Yu shot back, "You can pat me down. I didn’t take anything."

Without hesitation, Han Xin stepped forward and began to search Xiang Yu. His hands shot out, quick and purposeful. His fingers brushed against Xiang Yu’s chest, firm and insistent, his touch both clinical and charged. Xiang Yu’s smirk widened as he watched Han Xin’s face, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Han Xin’s hands moved downward, tracing the contours of Xiang Yu’s body with a thoroughness that bordered on obsessive. His fingers grazed the waistband of Xiang Yu’s trousers, then moved to his hips, his thighs, his touch firm but not gentle. Xiang Yu stood still, his body relaxed, his gaze never leaving Han Xin’s face.

As Han Xin crouched down, his hands moving over Xiang Yu’s waist and legs, Xiang Yu’s smirk grew wider. He glanced down, his eyes meeting Han Xin’s for a brief moment, and something passed between them. Han Xin’s heart pounded in his chest, but his expression remained stoic, his face a mask of cold determination.

"At least buy me dinner first," Xiang Yu murmured, his voice low and teasing.

Han Xin’s hands stilled, his fingers resting on the curve of Xiang Yu’s hips. For a moment, he said nothing, his mind a battlefield of conflicting emotions.

Then, with a growl, he spun Xiang Yu around, pressing him against the wall. Xiang Yu let out a soft laugh, his body yielding to the pressure, his hands braced against the cold stone.

Han Xin’s hands paused, his fingers brushing the small of Xiang Yu’s back. The scent of him was overwhelming, clouding his thoughts, muddling his resolve. He took another step back, his chest heaving, his gaze flicking away from Xiang Yu’s face.

Xiang Yu turned around slowly, his eyes locking onto Han Xin’s. There was a challenge in his gaze, daring him to keep going. "Do you want to do a body cavity search?" he asked, his voice low, suggestive. "I have a place where something hard might fit."

Han Xin’s eyes widened in shock, his expression betraying his surprise. His mouth went dry, his heart pounding in his chest. For a moment, he couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but stare at Xiang Yu, his mind reeling.

"Take your things and leave. Now," Han Xin commanded, his voice sharp and unyielding.

Xiang Yu blinked, trying to gauge the intensity of Han Xin’s anger. "Don’t... don’t be angry. I was joking," he said lightly, though the tone didn’t reach Han Xin’s ears.