Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 569: Okay... husband

It reminded him of the Xiang Yu he had seen in his dream a few nights ago when he was sleeping in the car. In that dream world, Xiang Yu was dazzling, and Han Xin had felt an irresistible pull to follow him anywhere.

"Okay, I will only wear it for my husband," Xiang Yu said, a slight smile playing on his lips as he caught Han Xin watching him with an expression of jealousy. It made him feel warm.

Outside, the sound of cars faded into silence, leaving a hushed stillness in the room that felt almost too loud. Han Xin felt his ears grow hot, a mixture of vulnerability and desire swirling within him.

He knew his request might be too much, but he couldn’t help himself. If it were up to him, he would lock Xiang Yu inside a grand palace, filled with everything the man could ever want.

Yet, he found it strange, considering he had little in this world to offer. Still, that vision of a grand palace clung to his heart, an echo of something deeper.

Han Xin’s fingers curled around Xiang Yu’s waist, and he cleared his throat, feeling bold. "Do you have tattoos?"

Xiang Yu looked a little surprised. In the real world he had patterns on his body that some might mistake for tattoos, but in this world he had none so why was Han Xin asking? "No, but we can get matching tattoos," he replied, a playful glint in his eyes.

Han Xin pursed his lips, pondering the idea before finally nodding. "Okay."

Xiang Yu chuckled softly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on Han Xin’s forehead. His fingers weaved through Han Xin’s hair, soothing and tender. They settled into a comfortable silence, wrapped in each other’s presence.

Suddenly, Han Xin broke the quiet, his voice a soft whisper. "The person we are saving tomorrow, how important are they to you?"

Xiang Yu’s expression shifted, the playful energy of the moment fading as he processed Han Xin’s question. It was a question that tugged at the corners of his heart. He kept his gaze steady, searching for the right words. "They are important."

Han Xin felt a tight knot form in his chest. A sour sensation bloomed within him. "As important as I am?" he said, unable to hide the edge in his tone.

Xiang Yu smiled, his eyes softening. "He is important but in a different way. As important as Lian and Mei are to me."

Relief washed over Han Xin, and he let out a small sigh. That was right. Each of them held a unique place in Xiang Yu’s heart. Han Xin closed his eyes, feeling warmth cradle him, and slowly, he drifted into sleep.

In the middle of the night, a loud bang jolted him awake. His heart raced as he sat up, adrenaline flooding his veins. He reached for the gun hidden beneath his pillow, instinct taking over. But before he could fully register what was happening, he heard a groan amd a curse beside him.

Xiang Yu had fallen off the bed. He climbed back onto the mattress, a sleepy calm washing over him as if nothing had happened.

Han Xin couldn’t help but chuckle softly, his panic easing. He quickly pulled Xiang Yu into his arms and rolled them over, placing Xiang Yu closer to the wall.

Han Xin took a moment to breathe in the familiar scent that lingered on the back of Xiang Yu’s neck. It soothed every fibre of his being.

With a contented sigh, Han Xin tightened his grip, pulling Xiang Yu close once more before surrendering to sleep.

The next day, they gathered their supplies, refilling their inventory and water. As they moved through the city, whispers of a naked man who had committed suicide echoed around them, but the words felt distant and meaningless.

In this post-apocalyptic world, death was a commonplace occurrence just another wave in the relentless tide of tragedy. No one lingered on the lost.

Soon, Han Xin and his group left the city behind, steering their vehicles toward the edge of the forest. They drove for forty-five minutes, the landscape shifting from dense green to sparse vegetation.

When they reached the sprawling trees, they took the cars off-road. Each vehicle was equipped with small devices for camouflage, allowing them to blend seamlessly with the forest surroundings.

Xiang Yu said, "We set up camp here then tonight we attack."

The others in the group responded positively as they unloaded camping gear from the vehicles. Tents, sleeping bags, and cooking supplies were spread out on the ground.

Xiang Yu moved with purpose, his expression serious, drawing Han Xin’s attention. Han Xin told Han Zhan, "I will be back," before following Xiang Yu into the woods.

Han Zhan watched the two figures walk away, one strong and steady, the other more tentative. He sighed softly, concern flickering in his eyes. Behind him, Da Hei kept his gaze on Xiang Yu and Han Xin, his expression a mask of innocence, but inside, he felt a chill.

"Yu Yu," Han Xin called, finally catching up to Xiang Yu. "How many people do you think we will need?"

Xiang Yu considered the question. "Ten people, max," he replied, his voice measured.

As they walked down a small slope, Han Xin instinctively reached out and grabbed Xiang Yu’s arm, his grip tight. "Careful. I don’t want you to fall," he said, half-teasing.

Xiang Yu chuckled as they reached the bottom. "You are treating me like I’m fragile porcelain," he said, amusement in his eyes. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Han Xin shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips. This wasn’t the only thing he had done. Back at the hotel, Han Xin had suddenly given Xiang Yu a soft cushion before they left. At that time Xiang Yu’s brow had arched in surprise, but he had accepted it without a hint of protest.

While they drove away together, Han Xin had leaned in close and whispered, "I bought ointment for that place. I will help you put it on later." Xiang Yu had smiled at him then, a playful glint in his eyes as he answered, "Okay."

Now, standing side by side in the woods, Xiang Yu said, "I won’t break easily."

Han Xin pulled him a little closer, feeling boldness swell within him. "I know... I just want to take care of you." He gently rubbed Xiang Yu’s fingers, feeling the warmth of their bond.

Xiang Yu turned, his gaze thoughtful. "Okay... husband." The word lingered between them, making Han Xin’s face burn with embarrassment, red as a bride.