The scent of roasting meat wafted through the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of damp moss and stone. Moonlight filtered through the cracks above, casting ethereal patterns that played across Xiang Yu delicate features.
He was sitting cross-legged on the cool stone floor trying to ignore the lingering numb sensation at the back of his hand where Han Xin had just touched him. He had never thought anyone would be able to charm him but Han Xin had done just that. His heart had never beat that fast before for anything.
As he turned a piece of meat on a stick over the fire, he couldn't help but smile recalling the feeling of his lips pressing against Han Xin's cool skin. Was he that thirsty that he was even subconsciously wanting to get closer to him? It was ridiculous when he thought about it.
