Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)
Chapter 336: Who tore the body pillow?

Chapter 336: Who tore the body pillow?

Xiang Yu’s teeth gently bit into Han Xin’s neck, a playful gesture that sent shivers down his spine. It was as if he were trying to mark Han Xin and claim him as his own. Han Xin tried to move his neck away, but Xiang Yu’s grip tightened, his desire evident in the way he held Han Xin close. The man’s resistance only fueled Xiang Yu’s passion.

Mumbling incoherently, Xiang Yu’s restlessness grew. Han Xin, fearing that his cover would be blown, released a subtle pheromone. The pheromone did its job all too well calming him.

Xiang Yu’s movements slowed, his body relaxing against Han Xin’s. A soft smile graced his lips, and Han Xin knew he had successfully lulled him back to sleep.

As Xiang Yu’s breathing deepened, Han Xin found himself in a peculiar situation. He had been taken advantage of, used as a substitute for a mere pillow. The thought was infuriating.

Xiang Yu’s soft words echoed in his mind, "Baby, you smell so good," his hot breath brushed against Han Xin’s skin, causing a strange ticklish sensation.

"Who is your baby?" Han Xin asked, his voice low and controlled, despite the turmoil within.

Xiang Yu chuckled softly, his eyes still closed as if lost in a dream. "Xin-ge, why are you acting so coquettish?" he murmured, his words laced with affection.

Han Xin was at a loss for words. The audacity of Xiang Yu’s statement left him speechless. He wanted to protest, to ask who was truly acting coquettish, but the words stuck in his throat. Instead, he found himself frozen, his body still beneath Xiang Yu’s.

Xiang Yu, seemingly content, pulled the quilt over them, creating a cocoon of warmth. He kissed the corner of Han Xin’s lips, his touch gentle and tender. "Go to sleep, baby," he whispered, his breath hot against Han Xin’s skin.

Han Xin’s shock momentarily paralyzed him. He had not expected this level of intimacy, and the realization of what was happening hit him like a wave.

Xiang Yu’s hand slipped inside his t-shirt, his warm fingers brushing against Han Xin’s bare skin. The touch was electric, sending a jolt through Han Xin’s body, rendering him unable to breathe for a moment.There was no denying it. He had been taken advantage of by this pervert.

Han Xin finally freed himself from Xiang Yu’s grip after what seemed like an eternity. Just as he got off the bed, Xiang Yu grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and, in a drunken haze, asked, "Baby, where are you going?"

Han Xin, his voice steady but tinged with irritation, asked, "Do you know who you are talking to?"

Xiang Yu tightened his grip on Han Xin’s clothes until his knuckles turned white. "Han Xin, don’t go," he pleaded, his voice a mix of desperation and vulnerability.

Han Xin’s heart skipped a beat as he stared at the drunk Xiang Yu holding on to him. "I am going to the bathroom, I will be back," he said, trying to keep his tone calm and reassuring.

Xiang Yu finally loosened his grip and mumbled, "Oh, hurry up and come back." He shuffled to his side and lay down with his back towards Han Xin.

Han Xin waited for Xiang Yu to stop moving. When Xiang Yu’s breathing became rhythmic, he took a step back to leave but stepped on the body pillow lying abandoned on the floor. Han Xin glared at the body pillow, his gaze malicious, as if it were the source of all his frustrations.

Soon he left Xiang Yu’s room, closing the door quietly behind him. As he stepped into the hallway, he suddenly met the steward’s eyes. The steward had been worried about Xiang Yu and had come to check on him, but he hadn’t expected to see a dishevelled Han Xin emerging from the crown prince’s room.

The steward wasn’t at all surprised to see Han Xin there. "How is His Highness?" he asked, his voice calm and composed.

Han Xin, trying to steady his own nerves, replied, "He is sleeping."

"Okay, good night," the steward said before walking away.

Han Xin, who felt as if he had been caught red-handed, was unsettled. He wondered if the steward would tell Xiang Yu that he had been in his room last night. "Good night," Han Xin muttered and walked back to his new bedroom.

Just as he was about to enter his room, the steward suddenly stopped and called out, "Young Master Han."

Han Xin paused and turned his head. "Yes?"

The steward’s eyes were kind but serious. "His Highness cares so much about you. You should show him that you care about him more often. It would make him happy."

What the steward was referring to was Han Xin sneaking into Xiang Yu’s room to check on him while he was sleeping. The steward hoped Han Xin would show Xiang Yu that he cared more openly and not in secret.

Han Xin didn’t fully understand what the old man was talking about, but he nodded his head to placate him. The steward smiled happily and walked away, leaving Han Xin standing there, deep in thought.

***

Xiang Yu woke up the next day, his head throbbing from a hangover. He felt around for his body pillow with half-closed eyes. When he didn’t find it, he immediately sat up, his hair standing up like the quills of a porcupine.

Seeing the body pillow on the ground, he was surprised. He never let go of the body pillow while sleeping, so what was happening? He climbed off the bed and grabbed the body pillow, only for a loud scream to escape his throat.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" He had never screamed this much in his life. He saw a tear on the body pillow and lost his mind.

Hex, who was sleeping, groggily asked, "Yu Yu, what’s all the fuss about in the morning?"

Xiang Yu, his voice filled with urgency, said, "We have a rat in this house."

Hex laughed, saying, "Don’t be silly, Yu Yu. There are no rats in the imperial palace. Well, maybe there are rats in the lower city, but here?"

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