Han Xin felt a peculiar tingle in his thumb as he washed his hands in the bathroom sink. The sensation was strange, almost electric, and it made him pause for a moment, staring at the water swirling down the drain.
He couldn't help but replay the event in his mind, the sensation of Xiang Yu's teeth sinking into his flesh, and the sharp, sweet pain that followed. He winced as he examined his thumb, now bearing a small, crescent-shaped mark from Xiang Yu's bite.
Meanwhile, in the adjacent room, Xiang Yu turned to Han Zhan, who was still wailing after their narrow defeat. "I will be right back," Xiang Yu said, his voice calm but firm.
