Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)
Chapter 249: Who is the attacker?

Chapter 249: Who is the attacker?

Xiang Yu began to walk out of the Bureau office, his steps measured and deliberate. Han Xin’s hand rested gently on the back of his neck, a subtle yet unmistakable gesture of protection. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, glared at the people around them, daring anyone to challenge their departure. The tension in the air was palpable, a silent acknowledgement of the power dynamics at play.

As soon as they were gone, Chief Xi stood frozen, his mind racing to process what he had just witnessed. Agent Shen, still reeling from the shock, broke the silence. "Did I see that right?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Agent Lu, who had been nursing a quiet jealousy towards Han Xin, now felt so fuckin stupid. He walked into the office, shaking his head in disbelief. "So, he is gay. Ha, who would have thought?" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Chief Xi narrowed his eyes, deep in thought. His primary objective in sending Peng Xiu to Han Xin had been clear: to get close enough to him to establish a relationship, thereby gaining access to his office and home. He had anticipated that it would take at least six months for her to infiltrate and gather incriminating evidence. Yet, years had passed, and Peng Xiu had only managed to send back trivial information, nothing substantial enough to lock Han Xin up for more than a year. Even then, there was no guarantee they would win the case. It was a waste of state funds and would only serve to alert their target.

This was why he had allowed Peng Xiu to continue her mission, and she had rapidly climbed the ranks. Chief Xi had assumed that Han Xin was enchanted by her beauty. He had been ecstatic when he saw the hickeys on Han Xin’s neck, believing that Peng Xiu had succeeded. But he was wrong. It had never been Peng Xiu. Han Xin was into men, and he was dating Xiang Yu. The realisation was staggering.

Massaging his forehead, Chief Xi sighed deeply. "Get out. I need to think," he ordered, his voice heavy with frustration.

Agent Lu and Agent Shen left the office, closing the door behind them. As they walked down the hallway, Agent Lu adopted a mocking tone. "Who do you think is the attacker and who is the one receiver? I bet it’s that freak Han Xin who takes that dick. Ahaha, if only I could post that online, his fan girls will be in tears knowing this juicy detail," he said almost gloating.

Agent Shen remained silent, his fear of Xiang Yu keeping him from responding. He had seen enough to know that crossing Xiang Yu was a dangerous game.

Meanwhile, outside the building, Han Xin led Xiang Yu to the car, ignoring the tense gazes that followed them. The entire Bureau had been on high alert since their arrival. As soon as they exited the building, the officers inside heaved a collective sigh of relief, grateful that the situation had not escalated further. The air was thick with unspoken questions and the lingering tension of a confrontation narrowly avoided.

Han Xin opened the car door, his movements precise and controlled. Xiang Yu slid inside first, followed closely by Han Xin. The moment the door closed, Xiang Yu sensed something was off. The air inside the car was thick with tension, an almost palpable unease that set his nerves on edge.

Han Xin’s eyes, usually calm and composed, were now sharp and intense as they locked onto Ran Lan. Ran Lan, initially confused by the sudden scrutiny, quickly caught on. Without a word, he unbuckled his seat belt and exited the car, leaving the two men alone.

Xiang Yu turned to Han Xin, his brow furrowed in concern. "What’s wrong?" he began, but his words were cut off when Han Xin’s hand shot out, cupping the back of his neck with a firm grip. In a swift motion, Han Xin pulled Xiang Yu closer, his lips crashing against his in a kiss that was both aggressive and hungry.

Xiang Yu’s breath caught in his throat as he tasted the passion and pent-up desire in Han Xin’s kiss. Han Xin’s lips were demanding, seeking dominance, and Xiang Yu found himself yielding to the onslaught. Han Xin’s tongue probed his mouth, exploring and conquering, leaving Xiang Yu breathless and dazed. The kiss was a battle of wills, and Xiang Yu felt himself surrendering to Han Xin’s fierce embrace.

Han Xin’s body pressed against him, pushing Xiang Yu deeper into the plush leather seat. He could feel the heat radiating from Han Xin’s muscular frame, his hard chest pressing against his own. Han Xin’s hands roamed freely, one still firmly holding the back of Xiang Yu’s neck, while the other traced the contours of his body, igniting a fire within him.

Xiang Yu moaned into the kiss, his hands instinctively gripping Han Xin’s broad shoulders, pulling him closer. He could taste the saltiness of Han Xin’s sweat, the sweetness of his breath, and the raw desire that fueled their passionate embrace. Han Xin’s tongue teased and tormented, sucking on Xiang Yu’s tongue, sending shivers down his spine.

Han Xin’s lips left Xiang Yu’s mouth, only to trail hot, wet kisses along his jawline, down his neck, and to the sensitive spot just below his ear. He nipped and sucked, marking Xiang Yu as his own, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Xiang Yu’s head fell back, exposing his throat, a silent invitation for Han Xin to take what he wanted.

The car was filled with the sounds of their passion, heavy breathing, soft moans, and the wet, hungry noises of their lips and tongues. Xiang Yu’s mind was spinning, his body on fire, as Han Xin’s hands explored every inch of him, claiming him with a possessiveness that both thrilled and aroused him.

Han Xin’s fingers found the hem of Xiang Yu’s T-shirt, tugging it upwards, breaking the kiss momentarily to pull the fabric over his head. Xiang Yu’s chest heaved with desire, his nipples hardening in the cool air of the car’s interior. Han Xin’s eyes darkened at the sight, and he leaned in, capturing a taut nipple between his teeth, biting gently before soothing the sting with his tongue.

Xiang Yu arched his back, his hands clutching at Han Xin’s shoulders, his nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. "Fuck, Xin-ge," he gasped, his voice hoarse with need. "I want you..."

But just as Han Xin’s hand moved to unbuckle Xiang Yu’s belt, a sudden knock on the car window startled them both. They froze, their eyes locking for a moment, before Han Xin reluctantly pulled away, his breath ragged.