Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 516

Chapter 516: What perfume or lotion do you use?

Da Hei’s excitement dimmed, his disappointment manifesting in his furrowed brow, but he held his tongue.

Han Zhan took a moment to glance back at Da Hei, then followed behind Xiang Yu as they exited the greenhouse.

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Meanwhile, in the living area, Han Xin sat on the couch, feeling a strange sensation gnawing at him. He couldn’t quite place it, but it was unsettling, like a shadow lurking just beyond his reach.

Seeing Xiang Yu so close to Lu Lu earlier had tightened his throat. When he had instructed Han Zhan to end the fight, it felt like a weight lifted, though his heart was still uneasy.

After returning to his place, he had wanted to call Xiang Yu, to discuss how they had found no water. But he had paused when he caught sight of himself in the mirror, filthy and exhausted from driving through the wastelands for days.

He told himself he needed a shower simply to ease his discomfort, but he scrubbed a bit harder than usual, lingering longer under the warm water.

Now, wrapped in the fresh scent of soap, he waited for Xiang Yu to arrive. But the anticipation made him restless. He decided to go into the study to retrieve the map as a means of distraction. As he flipped through the papers, he heard the door creak open and the familiar voice of Han Zhan coming from the living room.

Han Xin felt his heart quicken, an involuntary eagerness rising inside him. He stepped out of the study but halted, realizing he was moving too eager. Instead, he busied himself, feigning focus on the map laid out on the desk.

Moments later, Han Zhan strolled into the study, knocking on the doorframe before entering. "I brought him over," he announced, his tone casual yet brimming with the excitement of a successful mission.

"I will be right out," Han Xin replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

Han Zhan’s gaze fell immediately on his cousin. Han Xin was usually impeccably dressed, but today he wore a loose-fitting t-shirt today, the top buttons undone. The sight was jarring. Han Zhan raised an eyebrow and gestured to the collar. "It’s unbuttoned," he noted.

Han Xin tensed, his expression sharp and guarded. "The button broke off," he replied, his voice clipped.

But Han Zhan could see that at least one button remained intact. "Why not change it? I can give it to Grandma An to mend for you," he suggested lightly.

Han Xin shook his head, urgency in his stride as he moved toward the door. "There is no time," he said, his tone dismissive.

A sense of unease settled in Han Zhan’s stomach. He sensed something was wrong, but he chose not to press further. Together, they stepped into the living room.

Han Xin’s steps halted abruptly as his eyes landed on Xiang Yu, who sat on the couch, gazing out the window. The sight stole the breath from Han Xin’s chest.