Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 548: You are an idiot

Han Xin stood in his office, his hands braced on the wide table scattered with maps and plans of the city. His eyes were fixed on the papers, but his mind wasn’t there.

It was drifting, pulled unwillingly to Xiang Yu and the storm of emotions still raging inside him. The jealousy hadn’t cooled not even a little. It burned, hot and relentless, a bitter ache in his chest that refused to fade.

He replayed the scene in his mind: Xiang Yu laughing, chatting with Da Hei, their heads leaning close together. Da Hei’s hand had touched Xiang Yu’s arm, casual and friendly, but to Han Xin, it had felt like a punch to the gut. He had always known Xiang Yu was magnetic, effortlessly charming. But seeing it up close, directed at someone else, had ignited a fire in him he couldn’t put out.

The wind howled outside, fierce and unrelenting, slamming against the office window with a force that rattled the glass. Sand swept through the air, obscuring the view of the city beyond. Outside, people hurried to take shelter, their voices muffled by the storm.

Han Xin barely noticed. His jaw was clenched, his fists tight at his sides. He didn’t want to see Xiang Yu right now. The thought of facing him, of confronting the storm brewing between them, was too much. But then, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Han Xin said, his tone clipped. He assumed it was Han Zhan, perhaps with an update on the city’s defences. The door opened, and Han Xin glanced over his shoulder, only to freeze.

It wasn’t Han Zhan. It was Xiang Yu.

Han Xin’s chest tightened, but he quickly turned away, pretending to focus on the map again. He could feel Xiang Yu’s presence instantly, the energy in the room shifting as he stepped inside.

Xiang Yu closed the door behind him, his movements unhurried but deliberate. He didn’t speak, but Han Xin could sense him approaching, his footsteps soft but unmistakable.

Han Xin kept his back turned, his eyes fixed on the map, though he wasn’t really seeing it. His senses were entirely on Xiang Yu, tracking his every move. The air between them was heavy, charged with tension.

Han Xin would never admit it, but deep down, he wanted to be coaxed. He wanted Xiang Yu to push, to pry, to drag the words out of him. But he didn’t say a word, his jaw clenched and his eyes fixed on the map in front of him. The silence in the room was heavy, suffocating, and Han Xin’s anger simmered just beneath the surface, waiting to explode.

Xiang Yu stood behind him, arms crossed, his gaze steady but unreadable. He studied Han Xin’s tense posture, the way his hands gripped the edge of the table, but he didn’t speak. He waited, knowing Han Xin well enough to understand that sometimes, silence was the best way to provoke him.

Finally, Han Xin broke. The silence was too much. With a sudden, violent motion, he smashed his fist into the desk, the sound echoing like a gunshot. He turned around, his expression dark and stormy, but Xiang Yu didn’t flinch. He stood his ground, his blood boiling not with fear, but with excitement.

Han Xin walked toward him, his steps slow and deliberate. Each step he took, Xiang Yu took a step back, their gazes locked in a battle of wills. Xiang Yu’s smirk was faint but present, his confidence unshaken even as his back hit the wall. The tension between them was palpable, sharp enough to cut through steel.

Han Xin slammed his hand against the wall, blocking Xiang Yu in, not that Xiang Yu was planning to run anyway. His eyes burned with intensity as he leaned in, his voice low and rough. "You said you wanted to be with me," he said, his tone accusatory but laced with something else, something vulnerable.

Xiang Yu’s lips curled slightly, his smirk widening. "Yes, I did," he said simply, his voice calm but edged with amusement.

Han Xin’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, it seemed like the entire room vibrated with his anger. The wind outside, which had been smacking against the window, stirred up even more violently, howling like a beast. "Then why were you with Da Hei?" Han Xin demanded, his voice sharp but trembling with unspoken emotion.

Xiang Yu raised an eyebrow, his chuckle low and warm. "Are you jealous?" he asked, his tone teasing but carrying a note of genuine surprise.

Han Xin’s Adam’s apple rolled as he swallowed hard. He didn’t answer, but his expression spoke volumes. The jealousy, the possessiveness, the raw, unfiltered emotion, it was all there, written plainly on his face. And then, without warning, he couldn’t restrain himself anymore.

Han Xin closed the distance between them in an instant, his lips crashing against Xiang Yu’s like a storm breaking. Han Xin’s lips crashed against his. The kiss was fierce, desperate, a release of all the emotions Han Xin had been suppressing.

He tasted the faint sweetness of candy on Xiang Yu’s tongue, felt the warmth of his breath against his own. Xiang Yu stiffened for a moment, but then his hands came up, tangling in Han Xin’s hair, pulling him closer.

Han Xin groaned, his hands sliding down Xiang Yu’s back, pressing him harder against the wall. He kissed him hungrily, pouring all his jealousy, all his longing, into the touch of their lips. Xiang Yu responded with equal intensity, his mouth opening beneath Han Xin’s, their tongues tangling in a dance that left them both breathless.

The office around them faded away. There were only the two of them, the heat of their bodies, the urgency of their need. Han Xin’s hands moved lower, gripping Xiang Yu’s hips, pulling him flush against him. He could feel Xiang Yu’s heartbeat racing, could hear the ragged sound of his breathing. It was intoxicating, empowering, and Han Xin wanted more.

Without warning, he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against Xiang Yu’s. "You," he whispered. "I saw you smiling and chatting with Da Hei when you told me you were going to sleep. Are you trying to seduce him?"

Xiang Yu’s hands tightened in Han Xin’s hair. "Who gave me the ring I am wearing?" he said, his voice soft but firm.

Han Xin looked at Xiang Yu, his gaze searching. He closed his eyes, his heart pounding. "I did," he admitted. "... I told you I don’t want to share you with anyone."

Xiang Yu was silent for a moment, his breath warm against Han Xin’s skin. Then, slowly, he smiled. "You are an idiot," he murmured, but there was no anger in his voice, only affection.

Xiang Yu’s smile widened, and he leaned in, brushing his lips against Han Xin’s. "You are a fucking idiot," he repeated, "but you are my idiot." freeweɓnovel.cøm

Han Xin’s heart swelled, a warmth spreading through his chest that had nothing to do with jealousy.