Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: K-I-S-S-I-N-G

When their lips parted Peng Xiu seemed quite reluctant. She grumbled under her breath, making Han Xin’s brows furrow. He was doing this for her in the end, so what was she complaining about? He took another sip of the medicine and pressed their lips together again, forcing her to drink the last of it.

This time, she swallowed all of it without spilling but when he tried to part their lips, she wrapped her hand at the back of his neck and started licking every bit of medicine in his mouth.

Han Xin, "..."

His eyes widened in shock as an inexplicable warmth spread through his body at the feel of her tongue in his mouth. Her lips were soft, and he could feel her breath against his skin.

Xiang Yu deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring Han Xin’s mouth with a hunger that he had never experienced before.

Han Xin’s mind went blank, and he forgot to push her away for a moment. All he could focus on was Peng Xiu and the way she was making him feel.

Meeting no resistance, Xiang Yu soon became unbridled with her hands wandering on Han Xin’s body, feeling the curves and contours. In the unconscious Xiang Yu’s defence, he had had the first taste of this immortal’s Qi making him quite greedy. When they kissed before, he didn’t experience such a blissful feeling because Han Xin was too powerful, but he could take as much as he wanted from this weak soul fragment.

For a half-demon like him, it was an irresistible power much more enticing than that of the demon cores he had absorbed. He ran his fingers through Han Xin’s hair, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. He moaned softly, his teeth sinking into the man’s lip.

Xiang Yu bit down hard on his lip, snapping Han Xin back to reality. Pain shot through him, and he pulled away his heart racing. He stared at her, bewildered, as she lay there, her expression more peaceful and content than before. Han Xin touched his lip, feeling the sting where she had bitten him.

’This... did I just,’ he thought in disbelief. His first kiss was gone just like that. How did his administering medicine turn into him losing his first kiss? If he only knew that he had long lost it in an inn to the very same person.

It felt as though she had sucked the life out of him with that kiss, leaving him breathless and confused. He took a step back, trying to steady himself. The carriage seemed to spin, and he struggled to regain his composure.

"You," he exclaimed but the culprit remained silent, her eyes closed, her breathing much relaxed. He knew there was no point in fighting with a sick patient. Who could he blame for this when he was the one who put his lips on hers, giving her an opportunity to take advantage of him?