Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 544: I have needs

Xiang Yu licked his lips slowly, a faint smirk playing at the corners as he stood up and zipped up his pants with practised ease. He moved as if nothing had happened, as if the intensity that had just passed between them was nothing more than a fleeting moment.

Sitting back down in the chair, he propped his feet up on the desk, the picture of casual indifference. Han Xin’s gaze followed him, his eyes sharp and unrelenting, though his expression remained unreadable.

Picking up the bento box of fruits, Xiang Yu began to eat with the same nonchalance. He plucked another cherry from the box, pinching it between his fingers as he glanced at Han Xin. "What?" he asked, his tone light but teasing. "Still not satisfied?"

Han Xin zipped up his pants, his movements deliberate. He looked at Xiang Yu, his voice steady but edged with something deeper. "Have you done this before?"

Xiang Yu smiled, his eyes glinting with mischief as he tossed the cherry into his mouth. "What, jealous?" he said, his tone playful but cutting.

Han Xin felt a sharp prick in his chest, a pang of something he couldn’t quite name. He didn’t care how many people Xiang Yu had been with in the past, or at least, that’s what he told himself.

But now, with Xiang Yu’s smirk and those knowing eyes, the thought lingered, unwanted but undeniable. If Xiang Yu wanted to be with him, Han Xin would not allow anyone to come in between them and give him a green hat.

Xiang Yu chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Relax, my Lord," he said, his tone softer now. "I have only done it with you. If my inexperience is too much, I can go practice with a few more people and come back more experienced."

Han Xin’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. The possessiveness in his eyes was undeniable, a raw, primal instinct that he couldn’t and didn’t want to hide. "Do you have a death wish?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Xiang Yu’s smile widened, his expression softening as he leaned forward. "Husband, you take things too seriously," he said, his tone teasing but warm. "I was just teasing you."

Han Xin’s tense nerves eased slightly, though his expression remained stern. "Don’t ever say that to me again," he said, his voice firm but quiet.

"I won’t," Xiang Yu said, his smirk returning. He stood up, his movements fluid and deliberate, and walked over to Han Xin. Playfully, he tugged at Han Xin’s collar, his voice dropping to a low, sultry purr. "But husband... didn’t you say we can’t do this anymore?"

Han Xin didn’t dare look up at him, his gaze fixed on the floor. His heart was pounding, his body betraying the calm exterior he tried so hard to maintain.

Xiang Yu leaned in closer, his breath warm against Han Xin’s ear. "But I am healthy young man and... I have needs," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "A lot of them."

Han Xin’s hands clenched the armrests of the chair, his knuckles whitening. "Can’t you take care of it yourself?" he asked, his voice tight.

Xiang Yu sighed dramatically, his hand withdrawing from Han Xin’s collar. He stepped back, his expression feigning disappointment. Han Xin felt a twinge of loss, though he didn’t let it show on his face.

Xiang Yu twisted the ring on his finger, his gaze downcast as if he were pondering something heavy. "Sigh," he said, his tone exaggeratedly mournful. "What’s the point of getting married if I can’t get my needs met?"

He twisted the ring again, his fingers hovering over it as if he were about to take it off. The gesture was playful, but there was a sharp edge to it, a challenge in his eyes as he glanced at Han Xin, waiting to see how far he could push before Han Xin broke.

Han Xin got up, his towering frame casting a shadow over Xiang Yu. He slid the ring back down Xiang Yu’s finger with deliberate care, his voice low and steady. "Don’t take it off... Whatever you want, I can give it to you... as long as it’s reasonable," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "And you keep giving me useful information." freёweɓnovel.com

The corner of Xiang Yu’s lips curled, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he tilted his head, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Deal," he said, his voice light but laced with a teasing edge.

A few minutes later, they stood at the edge of the city, and the group gathered around an old, dilapidated store. Xiang Yu kicked the door open with a sharp, decisive motion, the wood splintering under his force. Han Zhan leaned in, whispering to Han Xin, "What does he have this time?"

Han Xin’s expression was unreadable, his voice calm. "We will see."

Lu Lu stood a few steps back, his eyes fixed on Xiang Yu, his thoughts unspoken but his curiosity palpable. Su Jing sneered, his arms crossed as he muttered something under his breath, though no one paid him any mind.

Han Xin stepped forward, following Xiang Yu as he led the way. The others trailed behind, their footsteps echoing in the empty space. Xiang Yu walked confidently, his movements fluid as he headed straight for a flight of stairs that led into the depths of the building. The air grew cooler, the light dimmer as they descended into the basement.

Once at the bottom, Xiang Yu walked over to a rug on the floor and yanked it aside with a sharp motion. A cloud of dust rose into the air, swirling in the faint light. Beneath the rug was a concrete floor, and in the centre of it was a square metal door, locked tightly. Xiang Yu smirked as he reached down and crushed the lock with apparent ease, the metal twisting and breaking under his strength.

The others exchanged glances, their surprise evident. Xiang Yu didn’t seem to notice or care. He opened the door and stretched out his hand, his tone playful. "Give me a torch."

Han Xin crouched down beside him instead, pulling out a torch and lighting it. He shone the light down the hole, revealing a staircase that spiraled into darkness. "What’s down there?" Han Xin asked, his voice steady.

Xiang Yu’s smirk widened, his tone teasing. "A candy store."

Without hesitation, Han Xin jumped down, the torchlight illuminating the narrow staircase. Xiang Yu followed closely, his movements as graceful as ever. The others hesitated for a moment before descending after them, their footsteps cautious and deliberate.

Inside was a vast warehouse, its size staggering large enough to fit two football fields. Han Xin paused at the threshold, his eyes adjusting to the dim light that flickered from the torch. He glanced back at the group, his voice calm but commanding. "Lights."