The bedroom door that had been closed shut all this time opened, and Xiang Yu emerged, a picture of vitality. His dark hair, slightly tousled, framed a face that radiated an unmistakable charm. He smiled, a gesture brightening the very air around him.
Han Xin, on the other hand,,, followed behind him, his expression as stern as usual, yet there was a delicate hint of a blush betraying his usually stoic demeanourour. Looking at Han Xin's appearance one could only wonder what had happened between them. What sort of shenanigans had these two been up to that had left the usually composed Han Xin uncharacteristically flustered?
AN: There will a NSFW drought so please enjoy the meal hehehe
Two hours earlier...
