Xiang Yu stopped teasing Han Xin and continued eating, his eyes glinting with mischief. He might have restrained himself now, but he was definitely going to resume provoking Han Xin after dinner.
Underneath the table, Xiang Yu pulled his leg back, ceasing the deliberate bumps against Han Xin's leg. Han Xin felt the warmth on his leg disappear and a pang of disappointment hit him. There was something thrilling, almost electric, about Xiang Yu's touch in a place where others couldn't see. He bit his lower lip and moved his leg forward slightly, hoping to reconnect.
Unfortunately, he bumped the wrong leg. Han Zhan, who was seated across from him, looked under the table with a puzzled expression. "Cousin, I know you are tall, but why is your leg all the way over here?" he asked, his tone a mix of confusion and amusement.
