Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)
Chapter 244: I want to drink yours

Chapter 244: I want to drink yours

AN: So sorry, one Chapter today. I am so tired. I will make it up soon. Happy reading.

Peng Xiu stormed to the front of the villa, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement as she approached her sleek, yellow sports car. The vehicle gleamed under the sunlight, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside her.

She yanked open the door and slid into the driver’s seat, slamming it shut behind her. Her hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white with the force of her anger.

"You slut!!" she spat, her voice a venomous whisper. "I curse you and all your fucking ancestors!"

With a furious cry, she pounded her fists against the steering wheel, each blow sending a jolt of pain up her arms. Blood began to seep from her knuckles, staining the leather, but she didn’t stop. She shook the wheel violently, her screams echoing in the confined space of the car.

Outside, the bodyguards stood stoically, their faces betraying no emotion, but inside, they were bewildered. What could their boss have done to make this woman that mad?

Finally, her rage spent, Peng Xiu slumped back in her seat, breathing heavily. She pushed her dishevelled hair out of her face and straightened her appearance, a devilish glint in her eyes. If Xiang Yu wanted to play, then game on.

She turned the key in the ignition, and the engine roared to life, a powerful, throaty sound that matched her mood. The car shot forward, tyres screeching as she sped down the road, disappearing down the hill. As she navigated the winding mountain roads, she pulled out her phone and dialled a number.

A gruff voice answered on the other end. "Sister Peng."

"Did you find the warehouse?" she demanded, her tone icy.

There was a brief pause as the young man on the other end tapped on his keyboard. "Yes, I have sent it to you."

Peng Xiu let out a low chuckle. "Good. Forward it to the director. I want the entire bureau there."

The young man hesitated. "Sister Peng, there is—"

"He should be off the streets by the end of the day. Do you understand?" she interrupted, her voice brooking no argument.

"But if we don’t find any—" he began, but Peng Xiu cut him off.

"I don’t care which method you use, just do whatever it takes," she snapped, ending the call abruptly.

She pressed down on the accelerator, the car surging forward. She would not find peace until Xiang Yu paid for robbing her of what was hers.

***

The sun shone brightly above the luxurious pool area, its rays glistening on the crystal-blue water. Han Xin was a vision of relaxed confidence as he lounged by the poolside, his muscular frame on full display. He wore nothing but a pair of navy blue swim shorts that hung low on his hips, showcasing his chiselled V-line and a tantalising glimpse of his upper thighs. His dark sunglasses rested on his face looking like he was taking a nap. He suddenly felt a shadow looming over him. That’s because his boyfriend was right in front of him.

Xiang Yu had just returned from the kitchen with their drinks, but when he saw his boyfriend looking so scrumptious, he couldn’t help but drool over him.

His gaze immediately fixated on his man’s impressive physique. He couldn’t help but admire the defined lines of Han Xin’s body. His heated gaze lingered on his boyfriend’s broad shoulders, sculpted arms, and the hint of powerful chest muscles beneath his provocative tattoo. Xiang Yu’s throat went dry as his eyes traced the intricate ink on Han Xin’s pectoral muscle. He had seen it before, but this was the first time he had taken a closer look.

The tattoo depicted a skeletal figure, its bones adorned with menacing horns, a grim reaper-like entity with an air of darkness. The figure was cloaked in tattered robes, its skeletal hands crossed in a gory embrace. Above its head was a flock of birds as dark as the night sky, seemingly to be soaring in eternal flight. The tattoo’s design was a masterpiece of black ink, with fine lines and shading that gave it a hauntingly beautiful appeal. Xiang Yu wondered if it held a deeper meaning or if he had got it for fun.

As if sensing Xiang Yu’s intense scrutiny, Han Xin stirred, pushing his sunglasses up with a finger. "Are you done looking?" he asked, his voice low and playful.

Xiang Yu’s heart skipped a beat, his eyes meeting Han Xin’s. "No," he replied, his voice hoarse as he placed one of the glasses on the side table. "I haven’t had my fill yet."

Han Xin chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He sat up, spreading his legs apart in a bold invitation, and reached out to take Xiang Yu’s hand. "Then come take a closer look," he whispered, his gaze intense.

Xiang Yu’s breath caught in his throat as he felt Han Xin’s strong grip. He couldn’t help but notice the way Han Xin was staring at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and affection. Xiang Yu bit his lower lip, imagining what it would be like to press Han Xin down onto the pool chair and kiss him fiercely. He wanted to explore every inch of that chiselled body, to taste the salt of his skin and feel the heat of his muscles beneath his palms.

But they were outside, and Xiang Yu didn’t want others to see the look that Han Xin showed on his face when he climaxed. It was for his eyes only. He glanced around trying to see if anyone would interrupt them if they messed around a little. His eyes met Han Xin’s again, and he saw a flash of amusement in those dark depths.

"The way you are looking at me... you look like you want to devour me," Han Xin said, his voice a husky whisper. Xiang Yu was looking at him the same way he was eyeing those sweet and sour ribs the other day.

Xiang Yu laughed softly and said, "You are on the menu." Han Xin pulled him down to sit on the pool chair, and Xiang Yu found himself with his back against Han Xin’s chest, the other man’s arms wrapping around him in a possessive embrace.

Xiang Yu held a glass of sweet lemon iced tea in his hand. He took a sip, the cool liquid sliding down his throat while taking another glass on the side table. He handed the glass to Han Xin.

Han Xin, who had been nuzzling Xiang Yu’s neck, set the glass back on the small table beside them before pressing his lips to the sensitive skin at the base of Xiang Yu’s neck.

"I want to drink yours," Han Xin murmured, his breath hot against Xiang Yu’s skin. His words sent a shiver down Xiang Yu’s spine, and he couldn’t help but laugh, a nervous reaction to the ticklish sensation where their skin touched.

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