Xiang Yu rubbed his eyes as he got out of bed, the early afternoon light filtering through the curtains casting a soft glow on his room. His feet touched the plush carpet as he glanced at Han Xin, who stood at the door, looking as composed as ever.
"You're such a black-hearted boss," Xiang Yu muttered, running his fingers through his tousled hair. "I completed the task you gave me in advance, and you can't wait to give me more work already."
Han Xin shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond. It didn't have to be Xiang Yu and he could have assigned the work to someone else, but after what had happened last night, he felt uneasy and restless, especially when Xiang Yu hadn't answered his calls. While thinking of a response his eyes subconsciously drifted to Xiang Yu's body.
