Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 529

Chapter 529: Crossing the line

AN: I am taking a mental break for Easter break. I haven’t had a break longer than a day for a long time. This is why I have been lagging behind. I appreciate you guys so much and promise I will he back soon.

Han Xin met his gaze, his thoughts unreadable, his silence lingering like a challenge.

He finally spoke, his voice measured and sharp. "So, unless I agree to be in a relationship with you, you’ll keep this from me, won’t you?"

Xiang Yu chuckled faintly, shaking his head. "I never thought you would be the type to go back on your word, Xin-ge."

Han Xin leaned back, tapping the armrest lightly, as though considering the weight of Xiang Yu’s words. Meanwhile, Han Zhan settled down nearby, his tone steady but resolute. "That water is good, but that alone isn’t enough... not after what happened on the wedding day."

Xiang Yu’s expression flickered briefly. He tilted his head, lips curling into a thoughtful smirk. "You’re right," he agreed smoothly. "Get me a pen and paper."

Han Zhan glanced at Han Xin. He hesitated, searching his cousin’s face for a hint of approval. Han Xin met his gaze, his expression neutral, yet his eyes betrayed a whirl of emotions. With a slight nod, Han Xin gestured for him to proceed.

Han Zhan stood and walked to the desk. He retrieved a notepad and a pen, the sounds of paper rustling and the pen clicking echoing softly in the silence. As he handed the items to Xiang Yu, he noticed the intensity in the other man’s eyes. Xiang Yu took the notepad and began to write, his hand moving with swift certainty.

Han Xin watched Xiang Yu, his gaze like a rope tightening around a secret. The air was thick with tension, and though his face remained unreadable, inside, chaos stirred like a storm. _{freewebnøvel.com}

When Xiang Yu finally set the notepad down, Han Zhan eagerly picked it up, his heart racing. His brows arched in surprise as he scanned the list. "How do you know all of this?" he asked, unable to mask his disbelief.

Xiang Yu leaned closer, a shadow of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Do you really want to know?" His voice was low, almost conspiratorial.

Han Zhan’s pulse quickened. The weight of Xiang Yu’s words hung in the air like a delicate promise. "Yes," he replied, barely above a whisper.

"Come closer," Xiang Yu beckoned, drawing Han Zhan in until their faces nearly met. Han Zhan leaned forward, curiosity igniting in his chest.

"I am a soul from another world," Xiang Yu whispered urgently. "I came here to save your cousin." His words were almost a breath, yet Han Xin caught them, his expression hardening at the revelation.

Han Zhan’s brow creased, uncertainty flooding him. "If you don’t want to tell me, then just say it. There’s no need to make fun of me."

Xiang Yu’s smile faded, replaced by a serious glint in his eyes. "This is why you shouldn’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to," he replied, his tone grave.

A chill crept up Han Zhan’s spine, a shiver of fear and intrigue. He glanced around at the closed windows as though seeking refuge from an unseen draft. The room felt suddenly colder, unsettling.

Taking a breath to steady himself, Han Xin took back the notepad, his thoughts racing. He pointed at something on the list. "What is this abandoned bunker in the city?"

Xiang Yu leaned back slightly, regarding him with a mixture of anticipation and warning. "You should go check it for yourself," he replied, his tone cryptic.

Han Xin glanced at Han Zhan, determination lining his features. "We will go tomorrow morning," he declared, his voice firm.

"Okay, let’s head out then," Han Zhan replied, turning to Xiang Yu with a hint of impatience. Xiang Yu sensed the tension but didn’t resist. Since Han Xin seemed unwilling to let him stay, he decided to just leave.

Just as they reached the door, Han Xin’s voice rang out again. "Xiang Yu, you stay."

The sudden shift made Xiang Yu’s heart soar. If he had a tail, it would be wagging. A smile spread across his face, brightening the dim room.

Han Zhan opened his mouth to complain, but Xiang Yu chimed in, "Goodnight! We need to sleep now."

A look of surprise crossed Han Zhan’s face. "You—" But then the door clicked shut, cutting off his protest.