Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 222: Yu Yu offering his fingers

Han Xin felt a peculiar tingle in his thumb as he washed his hands in the bathroom sink. The sensation was strange, almost electric, and it made him pause for a moment, staring at the water swirling down the drain.

He couldn’t help but replay the event in his mind, the sensation of Xiang Yu’s teeth sinking into his flesh, and the sharp, sweet pain that followed. He winced as he examined his thumb, now bearing a small, crescent-shaped mark from Xiang Yu’s bite.

Meanwhile, in the adjacent room, Xiang Yu turned to Han Zhan, who was still wailing after their narrow defeat. "I will be right back," Xiang Yu said, his voice calm but firm.

Han Zhan, his face streaked with tears, nodded reluctantly. "Okay, but you have to come back soon. You owe me," he sniffled, his large frame shaking with emotion. Xiang Yu found it amusing that such a big man could be so affected by a game, but he kept his thoughts to himself. It was clear that Han Zhan hadn’t noticed the earlier incident.

Han Zhan had missed the moment when Xiang Yu bit Han Xin, but Butler Qing had seen everything. The old man felt like he had witnessed something forbidden, his heart nearly giving out at the sight of Han Xin feeding Xiang Yu. That alone was shocking enough, but when Xiang Yu bit Han Xin’s thumb, Butler Qing almost had a heart attack. The man who wouldn’t wear a t-shirt after Peng Xiu touched it was now feeding someone and getting bitten in the process.

Fearing that Han Xin might do something drastic like scrubbing his finger till his skin peeled off, Butler Qing rushed to get a strong handwash and hurried into the bathroom. "Master Han, don’t be irrational. Use this, and everything will be fine," he said, his voice trembling with urgency.

But instead of the scene he feared, Butler Qing found Han Xin calmly washing his thumb. Han Xin glanced up, a look of mild confusion on his face. "Butler Qing?" he asked, his tone questioning.

Realising he had misunderstood, Butler Qing quickly cleared his throat. He was about to speak for Xiang Yu and explain that the young man hadn’t meant to bite him on purpose when he heard footsteps approaching. Assuming it was Xiang Yu coming to apologize, he turned and left abruptly, leaving a bewildered Han Xin behind.

"Wait, Butler Qing," Han Xin called after him, but his words were cut short as Xiang Yu appeared at the door. Han Xin felt a sudden sense of being cornered. He clenched his jaw, his voice strained as he asked, "What is it?"

Xiang Yu, unaware of the turmoil he had inadvertently caused, watched Han Xin with concern. "Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice soft and filled with genuine worry. Han Xin lost in his thoughts, snapped back to reality and turned off the water. He didn’t want Xiang Yu to see anything unusual.

"I am fine," he mumbled, taking the towel Xiang Yu offered. His voice lacked its usual confidence.

Xiang Yu, noticing Han Xin’s distant demeanour, apologised, "I am really sorry. I didn’t mean to bite you. I thought it was a chicken tender." Han Xin’s heart raced as he processed the words. In what world did his finger look like a bloody chicken tender?

"It’s fine," Han Xin said, his voice barely audible. He needed to escape the confines of the bathroom, to gather his thoughts and suppress the growing unease he was desperately trying to hide. As he made his way out, he could feel Xiang Yu’s eyes on him, a mixture of concern and confusion.

Xiang Yu held out his thumb. "Here, you can bite me back if it makes you feel better," he offered, a playful grin spreading across his face. Han Xin paused his steps and turned to face Xiang Yu. The suggestion was outrageous, but the look in Xiang Yu’s eyes was earnest.

"You want me to bite your thumb?" Han Xin asked, his tone laced with disbelief. Xiang Yu nodded eagerly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I mean, if it helps ease your mind," he added, taking a small step towards Han Xin.

"Your thumb is probably dirty," Han Xin retorted a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He didn’t want to admit that the idea was becoming more appealing by the second.

"Oh, I can wash it!" Xiang Yu exclaimed, turning on the tap and quickly lathering his hands with soap. Han Xin rolled his eyes, feeling his cheeks warm at the absurdity of the situation. As Xiang Yu rinsed his hands, Han Xin made a quick exit. This was just too ridiculous.

"Hey hey, wait!" Xiang Yu’s voice echoed down the hallway as he chased after Han. Han Xin quickened his pace, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel Xiang’s presence behind him, a warm breath on his neck, and it sent shivers down his spine.

Han Zhan, sitting in the living room, raised an eyebrow as the two men rushed past him. He was curious but but curious enough to get up. He took a bite of his chicken wing and hummed in contentment.

"Don’t follow me," Han Xin pleaded, his voice strained as he tried to keep his composure. Xiang Yu, determined, blocked Han Xin’s path, his eyes gleaming with a mix of playfulness and amusement.

"Just one nibble, Xin-ge. It will make me feel better, knowing we are even," Xiang pleaded, holding up two fingers now. "I will even let you choose which ones." Han Xin’s eyes narrowed as he studied the proffered digits. The offer was tempting.

Han Xin’s gaze flickered from Xiang Yu’s fingers to his eyes, and for a moment, he considered giving in. But he quickly shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "Don’t be ridiculous. I am going to my room," he stated, his voice firm.

Xiang Yu’s face fell as Han Xin opened the bedroom door and stepped inside. As he shut the door, Xiang’s voice carried through the wood, "I can put ketchup on them if that’s what you want!"

Han Xin leaned against the door, his heart racing. He couldn’t help but chuckle at his persistence. "Is it the nail polish?" Xian Yu’s voice echoed from the other side. "I can get it removed tomorrow if that’s the problem."