Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 597: Do you love me?

"Master won’t save you this time," yelled Lian while splashing water in Mei’s face.

Mei wasn’t a vegetarian either. She splashed water back and said, "Who said I need Master to help me? It’s you who will need saving."

The two of them still followed their master’s rules, which were no hair pulling, no scratching, no biting, no slapping, no punching, well, at least visible places. By the time they returned to the campsite, they didn’t look like they had just finished a relaxing bath but had run a marathon.

Little Bai, "..."

Xiang Yu wasn’t at all surprised. He said "You fought, didn’t you?... Get inside the tent and reflect on yourselves." Lian and Mei obediently walked past not looking guilty at all.

A few minutes later, Xiang Yu went to wash off the grime on his body. The dense trees closed in around him as he slipped off his clothes, letting them fall to the ground.

As he stepped into the cool water, a sigh of relief escaped his lips. He rinsed his hair, feeling the dirt wash away. But when he emerged from the water, a sense of awareness prickled at his back. freēwēbnovel.com

He turned slightly, a smile gracing his lips. He recognised the presence behind him before he even saw Han Xin.

The stream glistened under the pale light of dawn, its surface rippling gently as Xiang Yu stood waist-deep in the water. His broad, muscular back was turned to the bank, his skin slick and gleaming with droplets that clung to him like diamonds.

The water cascaded down his shoulders, tracing the defined ridges of his spine before pooling at the small of his back. His dark hair, wet and heavy, clung to his skin in dark tendrils, accentuating the raw masculinity of his form.

Every movement of his arms as he scrubbed the water over his chest sent ripples across the stream, the faint sound of splashing breaking the stillness of the morning.

Han Xin stood at the edge of the stream, his breath shallow as he took in the sight. His eyes lingered on the way the water clung to Xiang Yu’s skin, making him look almost otherworldly.

Without a word, Han Xin began to undress, his fingers working quickly to shed his clothes. The cool morning air brushed against his skin as he stepped into the water, the chill of the stream sending a shiver down his spine as he waded closer.

Xiang Yu didn’t turn. He didn’t need to. He knew who it was. He could hear the faint rustle of his movements as the man got closer.

Han Xin’s hands reached out, settling on Xiang Yu’s shoulders, his fingers pressing gently into the firm muscles beneath the damp skin. Xiang Yu exhaled softly, his body leaning ever so slightly into the touch.

Han Xin’s lips brushed against the back of Xiang Yu’s neck, his breath warm against the cool skin. His nose grazed the nape of Xiang Yu’s neck, inhaling deeply.

The scent of plumeria, sweet and intoxicating, filled his senses. He smells like heaven, Han Xin thought, his lips trailing up to the sensitive spot just below Xiang Yu’s ear.

Xiang Yu tilted his head ever so slightly, giving Han Xin more access. "You weren’t alert," Han Xin murmured, his voice low and teasing as he nibbled at the soft skin.

"I knew it was you," Xiang Yu replied, his voice steady, but with a hint of warmth that sent a thrill through Han Xin.

Han Xin’s hands slid down Xiang Yu’s arms, his fingers tracing the firm muscles as he moved to stand in front of him. Xiang Yu turned to face him, his dark eyes meeting Han Xin’s with an intensity that made Han Xin’s heart race.

Without hesitation, Xiang Yu reached out, his hand cupping Han Xin’s cheek as he leaned in, capturing Han Xin’s lips in a kiss that was both tender and demanding.

Their lips met with a softness that quickly grew heated, the slow burn of desire igniting between them. Han Xin’s hands found their way to Xiang Yu’s hips, pulling him closer as their bodies pressed together.

The water lapped at their skin, cool against the heat building between them. Xiang Yu’s fingers tangled in Han Xin’s hair, deepening the kiss as their tongues danced together, exploring each other with a fervour that left them both breathless.

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The evening breeze danced through the air, lifting the hem of Peng Xiu’s flowy dress and revealing her crossed legs, elegantly poised on the balcony. She sat back, wine in hand, vibrant colours swirling in the glass, reflecting her simmering thoughts.

Beneath the soft glow of the moonlight, she glanced at the tablet resting beside her. On it, a series of red dots pulsed steadily, tracking her zombie army deployed against her enemies.

The corner of her mouth curled into a sneer as she thought of Xiang Yu, who foolishly believed he was safe.

One whisper from her spies in the Ironwrought Syndicate had revealed their mistake and she immediately took advantage of the situation. She took a slow sip of her wine, savouring the warmth that spread through her.

Suddenly, joy twisted into fury. The red dots on her screen began to flicker, one by one, extinguishing like fading stars. Anguish ripped through her heart, morphing her serene visage into a mask of rage.

With a sharp exhale, she flung the wine glass away. It shattered against the ground, the crimson liquid staining the tiles like blood. Her heart raced, a storm of emotions churning within her as she watched the last dot vanish.

With a snarl, she hurled the tablet over the balcony. It disappeared into the night landing god knows where. Breathing heavily, Peng Xiu stormed away from the chaos below and retreated into her bedroom, dragging a man who bore an eerie resemblance to her true obsession. The confusion in his eyes was palpable, but he offered no resistance, knowing better than to provoke her.

She tied him to the bed with practised ease, her voice a tempest as she called him Han Xin. Her face twisted in uncontrolled passion and wrath, words lashing out as she unleashed her fury. The man trembled under her gaze, each shout a knife in his soul.

Hours of endless torment stretched on and the man almost thought it wouldn’t end. Then, amidst her ferocity, something shifted. She leaned close, blood-stained fingers brushing against his cheek. Her voice lowered to a haunting whisper, soft yet edged with madness. "Why can’t you just love me? Aren’t I good?"

Exhaustion dulled the man’s features, pain making every muscle in his body ache. Desperate for survival, he managed to respond, "You-you are good. Everything about you is good." There was a flicker of sincerity behind his words, but it was feeble, fraying at the edges.

Her breath hitched, and tears pooled in her eyes. "Really?" The word trembled on her lips, a lifeline thrown into the storm. He nodded, desperation fueling his performance.

"Do you love me?" she pressed, her voice cracking like ice underfoot.

"Yes, I love you," he said, urgency rising in his tone.

In that moment, pure bliss washed over Peng Xiu, a crazed light igniting in her eyes. Yet, as she gazed deeper, clarity pierced her madness.

This man was not Han Xin. He was merely an imitation, a cheap imitation at that. Rage poured back into her heart, twisting her features into a fury that chilled the air.

The blade glittered under the dim light, and with a swift motion, she slit his throat. The room fell into silence with only her heavy breathing bouncing off the walls. Soon a smile cracked on her blood covered face followed by her deranged laughter.

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