Han Xin leaned against the wall, his body trembling, his heart pounding. He felt a mixture of emotions—disappointment that their intimate moment had been interrupted, but also relief that they hadn't gone too far. He knew their attraction was powerful, but he wanted to take things at a pace that felt right for both of them.
Xiang Yu's eyes met Han Xin's, his gaze intense. "I will tell them to use another bathroom, okay," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. He turned to leave, but before he could take a step, Han Xin's hand shot out, grasping his wrist with a firm yet gentle hold.
"Are you just going to leave me like this?" Han Xin's voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried the weight of his emotions. His once emotionless eyes now stirred with a depth of feeling, like ripples spreading across a calm lake. He rubbed Xiang Yu's skin with his thumb, the touch both comforting and pleading.
