Han Xin's mind was a whirlwind after Xiang Yu's words. He couldn't think straight. The way Xiang Yu spoke, the charm in his voice, the subtle curl of his lips, it was intoxicating.
Han Xin couldn't bear the thought of anyone else seeing Xiang Yu like this. The way he moved, the look in his eyes, it should belong to him and him alone.
He reached out, the back of his fingers grazing Xiang Yu's cheek, trailing down the smooth skin. His touch was soft, almost reverent. Han Xin turned his hand, his thumb brushing close to Xiang Yu's lips as he leaned in, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
His gaze lingered on Xiang Yu's lips, the desire to kiss him again overwhelming. But before he could act, Xiang Yu spoke.
"I want to show you my plan," Xiang Yu said, his voice calm but firm. He gently pushed Han Xin back, creating a small distance between them, and walked over to the desk. He pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen, his movements deliberate and focused.
