Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 544

Chapter 544: I have needs

Xiang Yu licked his lips slowly, a faint smirk playing at the corners as he stood up and zipped up his pants with practised ease. He moved as if nothing had happened, as if the intensity that had just passed between them was nothing more than a fleeting moment.

Sitting back down in the chair, he propped his feet up on the desk, the picture of casual indifference. Han Xin’s gaze followed him, his eyes sharp and unrelenting, though his expression remained unreadable.

Picking up the bento box of fruits, Xiang Yu began to eat with the same nonchalance. He plucked another cherry from the box, pinching it between his fingers as he glanced at Han Xin. "What?" he asked, his tone light but teasing. "Still not satisfied?"

Han Xin zipped up his pants, his movements deliberate. He looked at Xiang Yu, his voice steady but edged with something deeper. "Have you done this before?"

Xiang Yu smiled, his eyes glinting with mischief as he tossed the cherry into his mouth. "What, jealous?" he said, his tone playful but cutting.

Han Xin felt a sharp prick in his chest, a pang of something he couldn’t quite name. He didn’t care how many people Xiang Yu had been with in the past, or at least, that’s what he told himself.

But now, with Xiang Yu’s smirk and those knowing eyes, the thought lingered, unwanted but undeniable. If Xiang Yu wanted to be with him, Han Xin would not allow anyone to come in between them and give him a green hat.

Xiang Yu chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Relax, my Lord," he said, his tone softer now. "I have only done it with you. If my inexperience is too much, I can go practice with a few more people and come back more experienced."

Han Xin’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. The possessiveness in his eyes was undeniable, a raw, primal instinct that he couldn’t and didn’t want to hide. "Do you have a death wish?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Xiang Yu’s smile widened, his expression softening as he leaned forward. "Husband, you take things too seriously," he said, his tone teasing but warm. "I was just teasing you."

Han Xin’s tense nerves eased slightly, though his expression remained stern. "Don’t ever say that to me again," he said, his voice firm but quiet.

"I won’t," Xiang Yu said, his smirk returning. He stood up, his movements fluid and deliberate, and walked over to Han Xin. Playfully, he tugged at Han Xin’s collar, his voice dropping to a low, sultry purr. "But husband... didn’t you say we can’t do this anymore?"

Han Xin didn’t dare look up at him, his gaze fixed on the floor. His heart was pounding, his body betraying the calm exterior he tried so hard to maintain.

Xiang Yu leaned in closer, his breath warm against Han Xin’s ear. "But I am healthy young man and... I have needs," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "A lot of them."