Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 537

Chapter 537: getting angry with the husband

Han Xin’s hand froze mid-air, his fingers trembling slightly. "You’re pushing it," he said, his voice clipped.

Xiang Yu pouted, his lips curving into a soft, exaggerated sulk. "But that’s what married people do. They put on the rings and kiss. You said we’d be a real couple."

Han Xin’s jaw tightened. He didn’t want to keep compromising, didn’t want to keep bending to Xiang Yu’s whims. He could feel himself slipping, inch by inch, toward becoming a henpecked husband—a fate he was fighting with every ounce of his will. With a sharp motion, he smacked the ring onto the table.

"Wear it or don’t. I don’t care." His words were cold, final. Without waiting for a response, Han Xin turned and walked away. _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

Behind him, Xiang Yu picked up the ring, his fingers brushing over its smooth surface. A smile spread across his face, so radiant and charming it could have lit the room. He looked down at the ring as though it were a proposal, as though Han Xin had just asked him to spend forever together.

Han Xin took four steps before he stopped. Something tugged at him, pulling him back. He turned, his eyes landing on Xiang Yu, who was still smiling, still holding the ring, about to slide it onto his finger.

Han Xin strode back, his movements quick and purposeful. Xiang Yu’s eyes widened, startled, but before he could speak, Han Xin grabbed his hand. The ring slid onto Xiang Yu’s finger with deliberate precision, and then Han Xin leaned in, pressing his lips to Xiang Yu’s.

It was meant to be a peck, brief and restrained. But the softness of Xiang Yu’s lips and the familiar floral and woody scent that clung to hin. It was intoxicating. Han Xin lingered, his resolve crumbling in the warmth of the moment.

But as their lips met, something shifted. Xiang Yu’s floral and woody scent washed over Han Xin, and the softness of his lips was intoxicating. What was meant to be a fleeting touch turned into something deeper, something Han Xin couldn’t pull away from.

Xiang Yu’s arms wrapped around Han Xin’s shoulders, pulling him closer. His lips parted, and his tongue invaded Han Xin’s mouth with a hunger that caught him off guard. Han Xin’s hand instinctively moved to Xiang Yu’s waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as he returned the kiss with equal intensity. It was as if the world around them had ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of desire and longing.

Han Xin was drowning in Xiang Yu’s allure, his senses overwhelmed by the taste of his mouth, the scent of his skin, and the warmth of his body. He felt himself falling deeper and deeper as if Xiang Yu’s kiss was a spell that was pulling him under. Just when he thought he might lose himself entirely, a sharp noise cut through the haze.

It was Han Xin’s trans receiver, buzzing insistently in his hand. The sound was jarring, a sudden intrusion into their intimate moment. Han Xin froze, his eyes fluttering open as the voice on the other end called his name. "Ah-Xin! Ah-Xin, are you there?"

The voice was Han Zhan’s. Han Xin’s grip on Xiang Yu’s waist tightened for a moment before he gently pushed him away, his breath coming in short gasps. "I have to go," he said, his voice hoarse, his mind still foggy from the kiss.

Xiang Yu’s eyes were dark and unreadable, his lips swollen from their kiss. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Han Xin didn’t wait. He turned and ran out of the office, his heart pounding in his chest, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t process. It was as if he was on fire, desperate to escape the intensity of the moment, the pull of Xiang Yu’s gaze.

Xiang Yu watched him go, a chuckle escaping his lips. He leaned back in his chair, his movements languid, and rested his legs on the desk, crossed at the ankle. The can he hadn’t finished sat within reach, and he picked it up, taking a slow gulp. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he murmured, "It really tastes sweet."

Meanwhile, Han Xin was too flustered to notice Lian and Mei calling his name. He descended the stairs, his mind racing, his breath still uneven. The handheld trans receiver buzzed in his pocket, Han Zhan’s voice cutting through the haze.

"Han Xin, what’s wrong?" Han Zhan asked.

Han Xin steadied his breath as he picked up the receiver. "Did you find him?" Han Zhan’s voice was calm, but the urgency was clear.