Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 526: Potato plant saga 2

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He reached for a pillow, his hands moving on instinct. Bringing it closer, he breathed in deeply, the scent familiar and comforting. It wrapped around him like a warm embrace, lulling him into drowsiness. Before he knew it, he had stretched out on the bed, his body sinking into its softness. His eyelids drooped, and sleep claimed him.

When Xiang Yu woke, the house was still silent, the door still unopened. Han Xin hadn’t returned. Xiang Yu quickly made the bed, smoothing out every wrinkle with care. He scribbled a note and left it on the pillow. ’A gift for you from me XOXO,’ the note read simply. With one last glance at the potato plant, he slipped out the way he had come.

The next day, Xiang Yu returned. Han Xin still hadn’t come back. The window was his entrance again, and this time, he didn’t linger. He moved straight to the bedroom and lay down on the bed as though it belonged to him. His eyes closed, and sleep came easier than before.

But when Han Xin finally returned home, he noticed immediately that something was off. To anyone else, the house would have appeared untouched, but Han Xin’s sharp eyes caught the subtle signs. His body tensed as he moved through the house, his focus narrowing on the bedroom.

Opening the door, his gaze fell on the figure lying on his bed. His heart clenched, a mixture of disbelief and irritation coursing through him. "Xiang Yu!" he barked, his voice cutting through the air like a whip.

Xiang Yu, mid-dream and mumbling something incomprehensible, jolted awake. His lips were still parted, the remnants of whatever dream he had been enjoying clinging to him. He blinked up at Han Xin, startled and disoriented, as though he’d just been caught stealing the moon itself.

"What are you yelling like that for?" Xiang Yu mumbled, still caught in the haze between sleep and wakefulness. He peeked out from beneath his layers, blinking against the brightness.

"Let me sleep a little longer," he muttered, his eyes fluttering shut again, willing the world back into darkness. But the softness of the quilt was short-lived.

In a swift motion, Han Xin strode into the room, a tempest of irritation. He yanked the covers away, exposing Xiang Yu to the cool air. "Get up," he commanded, pulling the man from the bed as though he were nothing more than a rag doll.

Xiang Yu, still half-lost in his dreams, jolted awake, confusion clouding his mind. "I—I didn’t mean to," he stammered, scrambling for clarity. "I thought you were avoiding me, so I came to check on you..."

His voice trailed off as Han Xin pushed him against the wall, the impact firm yet calculated. There was anger in his eyes, but the way he handled Xiang Yu spoke of an unusual restraint. He was mindful of Xiang Yu’s injured shoulder.

At that moment, Xiang Yu realized how deep the tension was. "You have been avoiding me, haven’t you... husband?" he said, voice steady despite the uncertainty clattering inside him.

Han Xin’s chest heaved as he stared down at Xiang Yu, his emotions a tempest of anger, confusion, and something deeper, something he couldn’t quite articulate. The word "husband" slipped from Xiang Yu’s lips, and it was like a lightning bolt, striking Han Xin with its raw, unfiltered truth.

It grounded him, cutting through the storm of questions that burned in his throat. Why had Xiang Yu snuck into his room? Why had he been giving plants to other men, his hands brushing theirs with a familiarity that made Han Xin’s blood boil? Why was he toying with him, pulling him closer only to push him away?

But instead of demanding answers, Han Xin acted on instinct. He crashed his lips down on Xiang Yu’s, pouring all his pent-up emotions into the kiss. It was fierce, desperate, a collision of need and want.

Xiang Yu kissed back, his hands reaching up to tangle in Han Xin’s hair, pulling him closer. The kiss was a storm, a whirlwind of tongues and teeth, a silent battle for dominance that neither man was willing to concede.

Han Xin’s hands gripped Xiang Yu’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pressed him into the mattress. Xiang Yu moaned into the kiss, his body arching up to meet Han Xin’s, his nails scraping against Han Xin’s scalp.

The air between them crackled with tension, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the space they shared. Han Xin’s lips trailed down Xiang Yu’s jaw, his breath hot against his skin, his teeth nipping at the sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder.

When their lips met again the kiss became slower, deeper, filled with a tenderness that belied the tension between them.

Xiang Yu melted into the kiss, his body surrendering to Han Xin’s touch. His hands slid down to the hem of Han Xin’s t-shirt, tugging it free from his trousers as he pulled it over his head.

Han Xin’s chest was a map of lean muscle and smooth skin, his nipples tight buds that Xiang Yu couldn’t resist teasing with his tongue. Han Xin groaned, his hands roaming over Xiang Yu’s body, his touch both possessive and reverent.

But just as suddenly, Han Xin pushed away, confusion washing over his face. He ran a hand through his dishevelled hair, frustration evident in every line of his demeanour.

"Why do I keep getting pulled into this?" he murmured to himself, caught between the desire that burned within him and the reality of their strained history. Not only that but Xiang Yu was flirting with others behind his back and gifting them things. He knew he should end it and tell him to leave but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Suddenly, his gaze landed on the window, where a familiar sight drew his attention. It was the other potato plant, its green leaves bright against the backdrop of sunlight.

Life persisted outside, but inside the room, everything felt suspended in a moment of tension. Han Xin stepped closer, scanning the area before his eyes landed on a small note resting beside the plant.

Curiosity piqued, he reached for it, unfolding it gently. The message read simply: "From me to you. XOXO." The playful sentiment felt foreign, out of place in the charged atmosphere that surrounded them.

Han Xin stood there, confusion etched on his face, the note still in his grasp. "..." His thoughts swirled, the words on the paper mixing with the flurry of emotions he felt for Xiang Yu.

The divide between them blurred, leaving him wondering if it was really a game or something deeper. At that moment, with the weight of everything unsaid hanging in the air, his heart began to question everything he had tried to build around his anger.

Han Xin turned his piercing gaze toward Xiang Yu. "You did this," he said, his voice low but steady.

Xiang Yu paused, licking the bruise on his lip from the fervent kiss they had shared earlier. "Huh?" he murmured absentmindedly. His eyes followed Han Xin’s gaze, landing on the potato plant resting on the table. "Oh, that," Xiang Yu said casually, his tone light. "I brought it for you."

Han Xin’s confusion deepened. His brow furrowed as the realization hit. He had not only gifted it to him but he had also gifted it to Da Hei. The thought churned in his mind, as though Xiang Yu was stepping on two boats at once and pursuing two people. Compared to him, Da Hei was even more appealing than him. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Xiang Yu, seemingly unperturbed, adjusted his t-shirt, pulling it down to cover his lower half that hard and pressing against his zipper. Without further words, he left the bedroom to fetch a glass of water. He sat down on the couch and drank in silence. Only then did he notice Han Xin standing at a distance, watching him intently.

"What’s wrong?" Xiang Yu asked, wiping the corner of his lips with the back of his hand.

Han Xin didn’t answer immediately, scrutinizing him with quiet intensity. Minutes seemed to stretch before Han Xin finally spoke. "You gave Da Hei the same plant."

Xiang Yu blinked, not bothering to mask his nonchalance. "Yeah, I gave it to him," he said, as if it meant nothing.

A sharp pain twisted in Han Xin’s chest at the casual confirmation. The truth was undeniable now. Xiang Yu had indeed given Da Hei the same plant. The notion of returning Xiang Yu’s gift abruptly seized Han Xin. He turned toward his bedroom, ready to reject it, to sever the significance of the exchange.

"Why?" Xiang Yu asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

Han Xin stopped in his tracks. His lips curled into a bitter sneer, mocking himself as much as anyone else. "I saw it," Han Xin muttered under his breath.

Xiang Yu tilted his head slightly. "Oh," he began, offering a reason with surprising calmness. "I thought if he could grow potatoes, we could eat them. It would be a great addition to the menu, don’t you think?"

Han Xin’s steps reversed, moving toward Xiang Yu instead of away. His voice sharpened as he countered, "You said he should take great care of it."

"Yes," Xiang Yu replied matter-of-factly, taking another sip of water. "So we can all have potatoes."

Han Xin didn’t stop until he was close, choosing to sit opposite Xiang Yu. His expression was steeled, though his eyes betrayed vulnerability. "Then why did you give that one to me?" he asked, his tone subdued yet pointed.

Xiang Yu’s movements faltered, and he choked on the water, coughing violently. His composure cracked in an instant. Han Xin reached out, moving beside him and gently patting his back, a surprising gesture of care.

Xiang Yu was a bit embarrassed to say it. Other husband’s gifted their spouses with lavish gifts but this demon King could only settle for a potato plant. He cleared his throat and said, "If you don’t like it, I can gift you something else."