Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 508: Are you going to watch?

He paused when he reached the walk-in closet. Curiosity piqued, he slid the doors open. Inside, one half was filled with clothes that clearly belonged to Han Xin. The other half, however, caught his attention. There were clothes that perfectly shaped a woman’s figure, along with a striking red robe that glimmered softly in the light.

Xiang Yu sneered at the sight. These clothes had been prepared for the so-called wife. He reached out to touch the soft fabric of the robe, feeling its luxurious texture slide beneath his fingers. An idea began to form, and he couldn’t suppress the sly smile that crept across his face.

When Han Xin returned home, he thought he would find Xiang Yu waiting in the living room, but when he opened the door, he found the room empty. A frown creased his brow. He felt a flash of irritation at himself. He had been impulsive in leaving Xiang Yu alone.

Sure, he had locked the study room, but what if Xiang Yu had decided to wander? Han Xin quickly checked the bathroom and then the kitchen, but found nothing. His gut twisted with annoyance. Realizing that Xiang Yu might be in his bedroom, he swore softly under his breath and rushed down the hallway.

As he entered the bedroom, the sun was setting, casting a warm but dim light across the room. Han Xin squinted and focused his gaze. There, sitting on his bed in the red robe intended for his wedding night, was Xiang Yu. The robe hugged his form, and he sat with his legs crossed in an inviting, sensual pose.

"Husband, you are finally back," Xiang Yu purred, his voice playful and teasing. The enticing scent that clung to him was even stronger now, wrapping around Han Xin like a shroud. The realization hit him. This aroma might be deliberately targeted at only him.

Infuriated, Han Xin snapped, "Take that off."

With a sly smile, Xiang Yu slowly slipped down the lapel of the robe, revealing his smooth shoulders. "Okay, even better," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Han Xin’s anger flared even more, forcing himself to temper it. "I will give you five minutes to put on your clothes," he said, trying to assert control over the situation. freewёbnoνel.com

At his words, Xiang Yu merely tugged at the tie of the robe, looking at Han Xin with a teasing edge. "Are you going to watch?"

Unable to contain his frustration, Han Xin marched out of the room, his footsteps echoing with suppressed anger. Behind him, he could hear Xiang Yu’s soft chuckle, the sound light and utterly amused, as if he found the entire scene so ridiculously hilarious.

Xiang Yu slipped into the clothes that Han Xin had provided, feeling a tingle of surprise as he noticed how perfectly they fit him. It was as if someone had taken his measurements with precision. He smoothed the fabric over his skin before stepping out of the bedroom.

Emerging into the living room, he found Han Xin standing there with an unmistakable look of anger and impatience etched into his features. A smile crept onto Xiang Yu’s lips. "Who do I have to thank for my clothes fitting so well, you or the warehouse manager?" he asked, his tone light and teasing.

Han Xin clenched his jaw, refusing to respond. Instead, his silence only seemed to fuel Xiang Yu’s playfulness.

With a swing of his hips, Xiang Yu casually sat down, crossing his legs and leaning back on the couch as if he owned the place. "It must be the warehouse manager. Her eyes are sharp. One glance at me, and she could tell my size. Maybe she’s interested in me—and who could blame her? I look good." He let the words linger, adding a flirtatious twinkle to his voice. "I should pay her a visit later—"

Xiang Yu was abruptly cut off when Han Xin snapped, "Stay away from the warehouse."

His teasing smile stiffened slightly but quickly grew wider again. He had done this three times in different worlds. At first, he had no interest in Han Xin until the man chased him. In the next two, he played it cool, trying to win Han Xin’s heart. But ever since they had married in the past world, Xiang Yu vowed to be even more aggressive.

"Why?" he asked mischievously, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Is my husband jealous?"

The tension in Han Xin’s jaw tightened to the point of snapping. He had constantly been restraining himself, but the more Xiang Yu teased him, the harder it became.

With purposeful strides, he approached Xiang Yu, practically vibrating with a mix of anger and frustration. He clasped Xiang Yu’s collar, leaning in close so their faces were inches apart, his voice a low growl. "Do you want to die?"

Xiang Yu met his gaze with no hint of fear or anxiety. Instead, what Han Xin saw in those bright eyes was curiosity and amusement, as if he were enjoying a game that only they understood.

"No... but I want you," Xiang Yu replied, his voice smooth and inviting, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Han Xin caught a whiff of that enticing scent again, stronger this time, wrapping around him like a cloak. When Xiang Yu uttered those daring words, it sent his heart thumping painfully in his ears. The sound was akin to being lured into a trap by the sweet, irresistible song of a siren.

Xiang Yu leaned in closer, his tone low and inviting. "How about it? We can consummate our marriage if you want."

The audacity of the suggestion made Han Xin jerk back, instinctively releasing him. His face darkened with a mix of anger and confusion, and before Xiang Yu could say another word, Han Xin turned on his heel, striding into the bedroom with a tight grip on his emotions. Xiang Yu watched him go, noting the strong line of his back and the way his Adam’s apple rolled as he swallowed hard.

Inside, an itch stirred within him that couldn’t be satisfied. He had never thought his mind would become so clouded by desire until he met Han Xin. That’s all he could think about. His thirst for this man remained unquenchable, akin to eyeing a delicious treat just out of reach.

Meanwhile, Han Xin searched through the clothes and possessions Xiang Yu had left in the bedroom, seeking the source of that intoxicating scent. But no matter how he rifled through the garments, he found nothing. Frustrated, he stepped back into the living room, huffing out a breath.