Han Zhan glanced at his cousin, Han Xin, his eyes filled with exasperation. "I am not simping over him," he declared, his voice firm. "I just think that he is incredible. He is so cool."
Turning to Xiang Yu, who stood hesitantly beside him, Han Zhan's expression softened. "Come, come, sit," he urged, patting the couch beside him. "Do you play games?"
Xiang Yu shook his head, his face a mask of indifference. "I don't play games," he replied, his tone flat. He sat down, his posture stiff, not even sparing a glance at Han Xin. He thought that they would immediately discuss business and he could leave but it didn't seem so. What was the point of bringing all the way here.
Han Zhan, undeterred, patted Xiang Yu's shoulder in a friendly gesture. "Don't be such a stickler," he said with a grin. "It's a shooting game. I can teach you."
