Determined, Hex squeezed between Xiang Yu and the pillow, a toothy grin spreading across its face. As if sensing the disturbance, Xiang Yu shifted in his sleep.
Hex, undeterred, used all its might to push the body pillow farther, until it finally tumbled to the ground, discarded.
Han Xin had the option to shut off the surveillance, to ignore the scene unfolding before him but instead he got up from his bed heading to Xiang Yu's bed chamber. Each step was purposeful as he crossed the silent hallway.
He realised that him having access to Xiang Yu room was the most convenient thing ever. He slipped into the dimly lit room and headed straight for the bed. The moment Hex noticed him, it's eyes widened in terror as if it had seen a ghost.
