Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)
Chapter 335: Baby you smell so nice

Chapter 335: Baby you smell so nice

Xiao He nodded again, his eyes wide with fear and desperation. With a swift motion, Xiang Yu kicked him to the ground.

Xiang Yu pulled his hair back as Xiao He coughed vehemently. "Get lost," Xiang Yu commanded, his voice dripping with disdain. Xiao He didn’t need to be told twice.

He got up, still coughing, and stumbled twice as he scurried out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the passageway.

The steward, his voice tinged with concern, asked, "Your Highness, how do you plan to handle this?"

Xiang Yu slumped in his chair and spun it around, his expression unreadable. "I need time to think. You may go," he replied, his tone weary yet resolute.

The steward hesitated, worried that Xiang Yu might still be under the influence of alcohol. He wanted to stay and watch over him, but the cold, unyielding back of the crown prince made him reconsider.

"Your Highness, if you need anything, please call me," he said, his voice softening with genuine concern.

Xiang Yu raised his hand casually, signalling his acknowledgement, and the steward walked out.

***

Han Xin reached his room at the staff quarters and found people carrying his things out. From the pictures sent to him, Han Xin knew how extensive the damage to his belongings was, but he hadn’t expected to find people moving his things out. He walked over, asking, "Miss Lou, where are you taking my things?"

The older woman who was supervising everyone, looked up. "Oh, you are back. His Highness said we should clean out the mess."

Han Xin, usually cold and aloof, laughed cynically, his voice low but audible to those around. Miss Lou realized that Han Xin must have misunderstood Xiang Yu’s intentions, so she hurriedly explained, "His Highness wants us to wash what can be washed and repair what can be repaired. As for those we can’t salvage, it would be up to you to decide."

Han Xin’s expression changed. He was no longer laughing but surprised, though it didn’t show on his face. "Alright then, where can I get spare bedding?" he asked, looking through the door and finding everything, including the mattress, gone.

Miss Lou replied, "You won’t be sleeping here anymore. To better serve His Highness, you will be moving to the same floor as him."

Han Xin was so surprised this time that his brow arched slightly. Miss Lou told him to follow her. She led him to the only other room on the floor. He glanced at the two double doors to the east of the floor that were shut and couldn’t help but wonder what Xiang Yu was thinking. Miss Lou walked with him down the hallway towards another set of double doors in the west.

"Your biometrics have already been entered. The place is clean. If you need anything, just let me know," Miss Lou said. After saying this, she left, and Han Xin stood there for a moment before tapping the panel. A floating screen appeared, and a soft click echoed in his ears. He opened the door and was met with a suite just as big as Xiang Yu’s bed chambers, if not bigger.

Miss Lou was professional and nice to him, but he caught a glimpse of something in her eyes. Everyone knew that this suite was meant for the crown princess. It wasn’t written law, but it was understood that if Xiang Yu ever married, his bride would stay here. Yet Xiang Yu gave him this room instead.

Han Xin sat on the couch and infiltrated Hex to see exactly what had happened. He couldn’t help but wonder what Xiang Yu meant by this. Was it to humiliate him or to keep him close?

What he saw was Xiang Yu interrogating Xiao He for him, and his eyes widened ever so slightly the more he watched. Han Xin’s heart, long encased in a thick iceberg, began to beat fast. He bit his thumb as he witnessed Xiang Yu’s ruthlessness, and it was all for him.

***

Xiang Yu’s youthful face relaxed in slumber as he lay sprawled on the bed, the sheets tangled around his body in a drunken haze. After all that activity the drunkenness he had suppressed had now come to collect its

debt.

His intoxicated state was evident, his breath heavy and shallow as he snuggled his body pillow. Xiang Yu’s fingers tightened around the pillow, his grip almost possessive as he inhaled deeply, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Baby, you smell so nice," he murmured, his words slurred and barely audible. The alcohol had clouded his senses, and he soon drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Two hours later, the silence was broken by the soft creak of a door. Han Xin, his dark figure cloaked in the shadows, entered the room with deliberate steps. His eyes, sharp and alert, scanned the surroundings, taking in scattered clothes in the bedroom and the sleeping form of Xiang Yu. The door closed gently behind him.

For a moment, he stared searchingly at the passed-out man. Ever since he was reborn this variable named Xiang Yu had been

bothering him so much. Han Xin hated the feeling of not being in control.

His gaze fell upon the body pillow, his own face staring back at him, and his jaw clenched as he looked away. His eyes locked on Xiang Yu’s blood-stained hand. He recalled Xiang Yu’s method of getting revenge for him. Han Xin’s heart quickened at the thought, and his calm demeanour momentarily shattered. He knew he couldn’t stay any longer, for fear of losing control over the situation.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, Xiang Yu stirred. His head turned slightly, and in a drunken haze, his lips pressed against the body pillow, right on Han Xin’s printed image. It was as if he were kissing the real Han Xin. It was like a possessive claim on the man himself. Xiang Yu’s actions were becoming more intimate, his lower half grinding against the pillow in a display of uninhibited lust.

Han Xin had seen enough. He reached out, his hand extending towards the body pillow, determined to get rid of it. But as his fingers touched the fabric, a warm grip encircled his wrist, and before he could react, he found himself being pulled onto the bed. Xiang Yu, in his drunken state, had mistaken Han Xin for the pillow, his embrace tight and possessive.

Han Xin, now trapped beneath Xiang Yu’s body, felt a mix of emotions. His wish to be rid of the pillow had been granted, but at what cost? He lay there, stiff and alert, as Xiang Yu snuggled closer, his warm breath caressing Han Xin’s neck. The man’s nose nuzzled against his skin, inhaling deeply as if savouring Han Xin’s scent.

Han Xin’s body tensed, his mind racing. He could easily break free from Xiang Yu’s embrace, but the fear of waking the drunk man and revealing his intrusion made him reconsider. He clenched his jaw, resigning himself to the situation and allowing Xiang Yu to have his way.

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