Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 471: Getting a nose bleed

Lian looked at Mei curiously. "Why do you think brother drank so much?"

"I don’t know," she sighed, recognizing the worry in their hearts. It made sense why they were concerned. Han Xin was notorious for being strict with himself, never overindulging in anything. Well, except, of course, when it came to Xiang Yu. That was the one vice that held him tight.

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Xiang Yu placed Han Xin gently on the bed, supporting him as he settled down. Just as he was about to straighten up, Han Xin grasped his arm, pulling him down until he was straddled over him. "Baby, we can get married now," Han Xin slurred, a goofy grin appearing on his face.

Xiang Yu smiled down at him, amusement lighting his eyes. "Is that why you are drunk?" He pinched Han Xin’s cheek playfully.

With dazed, half-lidded eyes, Han Xin grinned back. He took Xiang Yu’s hand, tracing his fingers along it. "No," he admitted, his tone shifting. "I drank because I was sad."

Concern flickered across Xiang Yu’s features. He shifted off Han Xin and sat beside him on the bed. "Why is our Xin-ge sad?" he asked, gently cupping Han Xin’s face with both hands.

Han Xin placed his palm on the back of Xiang Yu’s hand, pressing a soft kiss to his fingers before nuzzling against his skin. "I am sad because my parents won’t see us get married."

Xiang Yu understood the sorrow weighing down his heart. The difference, however, was stark. While Han Xin’s parents had embraced him, his own had never acknowledged his existence. "I am pretty sure they are watching us, wherever they are," he said, his voice soothing.

Han Xin bit his lower lip, looking up with wide eyes, hope kindling within him. "Really?"

"Really," Xiang Yu assured him, wrapping his arms around Han Xin in a comforting embrace.

Han Xin sniffled, a fresh wave of emotion rushing through him. "I killed your father," he murmured, guilt lacing his words.

"You did good," Xiang Yu replied firmly, rubbing Han Xin’s back in gentle circles. "You did what you had to do."

Han Xin’s arms wrapped tightly around Xiang Yu, pulling him in for a long embrace, their hearts beating in sync. Han Xin nuzzled his neck, inhaling the familiar scent that felt like home, a blend of warmth and strength.

Suddenly, Han Xin pulled back slightly, mischief sparking in his eyes. His tongue flicked out, brushing against Xiang Yu’s skin, sending a jolt of warmth through him. Soft lips pressed against his, the kiss teasing and sweet.

"You wanted a hug so you could take advantage of me," Xiang Yu teased, his voice a soft chuckle.

With a playful grin, Han Xin replied, "You are so tasty... I can’t resist."

As if driven by some primal instinct, he trailed kisses down Xiang Yu’s body, his hands eager and demanding. The fabric that stood between them felt like an obstacle he could no longer tolerate. He pulled back, messy hair falling around his face, and leaned closer. "Baby, let me touch your chest."

Xiang Yu’s laughter was light, but it sparkled with amusement. "Are you sure you are drunk?"

Indeed, Han Xin was drunk, but the brew of excitement coursing through him was a different intoxication altogether. Before Xiang Yu could form his response, Han Xin had found his nipple under the fabric. His hot lips began kissing and sucking leaving a wet patch.

The intense feeling sent shivers of pleasure through Xiang Yu’s body. Memories of their earlier escapades flooded back, leaving Xiang Yu painfully aware of his own sore muscles.

Gently but firmly, Xiang Yu pushed him away. "You have to take a shower first."

"No," Han Xin protested, leaning against Xiang Yu for support.

"Since when do you not want a shower? Don’t you feel uncomfortable?" Xiang Yu asked, a mixture of worry and playfulness in his tone.

"Not a shower. I want a bath."

"Okay, bath it is then," he relented, watching as Han Xin unsteadily got to his feet, the sway of his body both charming and alarming.

Staggering towards the bathroom, Han Xin started shedding his layers. Xiang Yu’s eyes widened, unable to look away as his boyfriend peeled off the heavy cloak, revealing the regal fabric beneath. He felt an unexpected thrill, watching the slow reveal like it was a seductive strip tease.

Soon, Han Xin stood shirtless, glancing back at Xiang Yu with an innocent look that felt almost taunting. "Baby, come help me bathe."

Xiang Yu’s throat went dry, the heat rising within him. He cursed under his breath. He realized he was just as captivated, just as hungry. Han Xin, oblivious to his gaze, fumbled with his belt, an eager determination in his actions that sent Xiang Yu’s heart racing.

As the belt slipped free and fell to the floor, Han Xin pulled off his pants and underwear, leaving no barriers between them. Xiang Yu swallowed hard, his thoughts spiralling as he caught sight of Han Xin’s semi-hard cock, so tantalizingly close.

Even in his drunken state, Han Xin’s habits shone through. He neatly folded his pants, drawing an amused smile from Xiang Yu. But the playful journey soon turned heated again as Han Xin turned, the intoxicating sight of his body practically begging for attention as he entered the bathroom.

His naked body bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. His usually composed demeanour had crumbled under the weight of intoxicatio his dark eyes glazed with something deeper, something... primal.

Xiang Yu’s heart fluttered, but then he felt something warm trickle down his nose. He touched it in confusion, feeling the warm, sticky fluid against his skin. Blood? Bewildered, he pinched his nose, muttering a frustrated "fuck." freēwēbnovel.com

When Han Xin heard him curse he turned back abruptly. His semi-hard cock swayed gently as he stumbled towards him, his gaze locked onto Xiang Yu’s face with an intensity that bordered on desperation.

"Baby, baby, you are bleeding," he slurred, his voice thick with worry. His words were barely coherent, but the emotion behind them was raw, unfiltered as if Xiang Yu’s nosebleed were a mortal wound rather than a minor inconvenience.

"I am fine," he said, his voice steady despite the heat that began to pool in his veins at the sight of Han Xin’s naked body.

He reached out, pressing his palm against Han Xin’s rock-hard chest, both to reassure him and to steady himself. The contact sent a jolt through Xiang Yu, his brain fogging with desire as he felt the warmth of Han Xin’s skin beneath his hand.