Xiang Yu, who had just been panting heavily in the shower with a blissful expression, was now panicking. He didn't control his voice just now and didn't know how long Han Xin had been outside and how much he had heard. "Yes?" he called out quickly, trying to steady his voice.
Han Xin leaned against the door, his expression tinged with worry. He had heard the faint, laboured breaths coming from the bathroom, barely audible over the sound of the water. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asked, placing a set of clean clothes on the bed.
Xiang Yu rubbed his hands together, trying to wash away the sticky residue. It was as though he was desperate to erase the evidence. "I, um... I am fine," he replied, but the hesitation in his voice was unmistakable.
"Are you sure?" Han Xin pressed, his concern deepening.
"Yes, I am really fine," Xiang Yu insisted, though his voice was laced with a twinge of guilt.
