Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 531: You did it with him

"That... we can’t do—" Han Xin began, his voice soft, his thoughts scattered, but Xiang Yu cut him off with a soft kiss, his lips brushing against Han Xin’s.

"Shh," Xiang Yu murmured, his voice gentle, his eyes warm as he met Han Xin’s gaze. "No need to say anything... not now."

Han Xin nodded, his chest tight, his emotions swirling as he processed the intensity of what had just happened. He didn’t know what this meant, didn’t know where they went from here, but as Xiang Yu snuggled closer, his head resting on Han Xin’s chest, his hand tangling in Han Xin’s hair, Han Xin felt a sense of peace settle over him

***

Han Xin woke to the gentle warmth of morning light spilling through the window. He blinked against the brightness, feeling the weight of another body beside him. Slowly, he turned his head slightly, catching a glimpse of Xiang Yu’s sleeping face.

The man looked peaceful, his brow relaxed, his dark hair tousled across the pillow. His arm draped over Han Xin’s chest, a tender weight that sent a rush of conflicting emotions through Han Xin.

With a quiet breath, he tried to shift away but as he moved, Xiang Yu stirred and mumbled sleepily, "Baby, where are you going?"

The word struck Han Xin like a thunderclap. He stiffened, overwhelmed by embarrassment. "I have to go," he said, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

"Okay," Xiang Yu replied, his voice slurring back into slumber. He turned away, presenting his bare back to Han Xin, oblivious to the turmoil roiling inside him.

Han Xin sat up, feeling exposed to the light of the room. He wore only a pair of pants, his t‐shirt stained and discarded. The cool air brushed against his skin, heightening his awareness. He stood slowly, taking a few tentative steps away from the bed, his mind racing.

Yet he halted, a wave of uncertainty crashing over him. He clenched his fists, wrestling with the noise inside his head. He couldn’t leave him like this. After a moment, he turned back, his heart beating heavily. He grabbed the soft covers, gently draping them over Xiang Yu’s sleeping form.

It was a simple act, yet it stirred something deep within him. It was like an instinct to care for Xiang Yu. But the warmth of that gesture was tainted by his anger at himself. Why was it easier to provide comfort to someone he had tangled his heart around, someone who would only complicate his life further?

Frustration coursed through him. Ever since Xiang Yu had stumbled into his life, he felt himself unravelling, losing control over his own emotions. Han Xin took a deep breath as he fought against the confusion that swirled like a storm inside.

Finally, he turned and walked out into the quiet hallway, leaving behind the peaceful figure still lost in his dreams.

***

The group reached the other side of the small city, their terrain vehicles rumbling to a stop. The sun had risen fully now, casting a warm glow over everything, while the cool morning air brushed against their cheeks, refreshing yet biting. Before them stood a dilapidated house, its walls sagging and paint peeling, a far cry from the sturdy bunker they were expecting.

Han Zhan squinted at the structure, uncertainty pooling in his gut. He glanced at the address Xiang Yu had scrawled on a piece of paper. It seemed impossible that this crumbling shell was supposed to hide anything important. "Is this really the place?" he asked, throwing a glance at his cousin, who was lost in thought.

As he waited for an answer, something caught his eye. It was a hint of colour emerging from the collar of Han Xin’s shirt. Han Zhan’s breath hitched. "You did it with him," he blurted out, astonished.

Han Xin’s face flushed with embarrassment, his eyes narrowing in irritation. He shot his cousin a glare that should have silenced him, yet Han Zhan felt the urge to pry.

He couldn’t help but stare at the hickey marring Han Xin’s neck, a vivid reminder of what happened last night. Feeling the weight of Han Zhan’s gaze, Han Xin quickly pulled up his t-shirt collar, trying to shield the evidence of his shame.

The shame he felt from the night before crawled under his skin, and he wanted nothing more than to brush it aside. Just then, Su Jing approached, her curiosity piqued. "Did what?" she asked, her eyes darting between the two cousins.

Han Xin glared at Han Zhan once more. Sensing the tension simmering, Han Zhan backtracked. "It’s nothing. Let’s head in," he said, his tone dismissive, though guilt gnawed at him.

The group entered the house cautiously. They had raided this place before when they first took control of the city, stripping it of any supplies. Now, the only remnants left were some battered furniture and tattered curtains that swayed gently in the draft. Each step on the floorboards produced a creaking protest, echoing through the emptiness.

"What are we looking for?" Lu Lu asked, scanning the dim interior.

"Anything that looks like a hidden bunker," Han Zhan replied, his mind still slightly distracted by the earlier scene.

The group split up, moving through the rooms with quiet determination. But Han Zhan wasn’t quite done with Han Xin. After a moment, he called out, "You two, really?" His voice was low but filled with a teasing accusation.

"Will you not talk so loud," Han Xin muttered, casting a wary glance toward the dimly lit hallway.

Han Zhan lowered his voice, leaning in. "Fine. But aren’t you afraid he will kill you in your sleep? You’re sleeping with the enemy."

Han Xin clenched his jaw, his gaze hardening. He knew Han Zhan was right, but the decision burned within him, a mix of pride and recklessness. If he didn’t take this risk, regret would eat at him like rust on steel.

"I sleep with my guns next to me," Han Xin said, his voice steady but cold. "So you don’t need to worry."

Han Zhan’s eyebrows furrowed. "I don’t know what your plan is, but whatever it is, you’d better be careful. That Xiang Yu is nothing good."

"Will you stop lecturing me? You sound like my dad."

Han Zhan froze, then gasped. "How dare you? Take that back." Han Xin shrugged, meeting his cousin’s glare with silent defiance.

Han Zhan jabbed his finger against Han Xin’s chest. "I have had your back through everything. We have survived life and death together, and you’ve got the nerve to say I’m nagging you?"

A pang of guilt twisted in Han Xin’s chest. "I am sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said that."

Han Zhan leaned back, crossing his arms. "Yeah, you better be."

The tension began to ease, but before Han Zhan could capitalize on his small victory, a voice rang out from across the room.

"I found something!" Lu Lu called.