Xiang Yu stepped out of the Die clan home his figure imposing. The blood on his body and hands made him feel unclean, but he was temporarily appeased. If the twins were here he would have let them have a few kicks in to vent their anger. He didn't think he should share a car with Han Xin in this current state, so he glanced around, looking for another car.
He was well aware of Han Xin's mysophobic tendencies and didn't want to disgust him. Wasn't this Demon King being so considerate? Just as he was about to make his way to a different car, Han Xin's voice cut through the air, firm and unyielding. "Come with me."
Xiang Yu paused, wiping the blood from his hand with a handkerchief. He knew better than to argue with Han Xin when he used that tone. Okay, he would argue if he wanted to, but there was something tantalising when Han Xin commanded him in that tone. Xiang Yu was sure that if Han Xin asked him to take off his pants, he would gladly do it.
