Xiang Yu, with his striking features and commanding presence, sat comfortably on Han Xin's lap, his body language exuding an air of confidence. The two shared a quiet intimacy that contrasted sharply with the formal atmosphere of the office.
Agent Lu, Agent Shen, and Chief Xi sat there awkwardly, their expressions a blend of surprise and discomfort. It was a sight they had never seen before. They had never seen two men cradling in the embrace with no shame at all. They had come to find Peng Xiu not be abused by these two.
Han Xin's fingers, deft and gentle, slid beneath the hem of Xiang Yu's t-shirt, brushing against the defined planes of his abs. The warmth of his touch ignited a spark beneath Xiang Yu's cool facade, prompting him to purse his lips in an effort to maintain his composure.
Han Xin pressed his forehead against Xiang Yu's back, inhaling the intoxicating scent that clung to him like a second skin, leaving him slightly lightheaded.
