Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Boyfriend or friends with benefits?

As the warm air caressed his hair, Han Xin’s mind raced with thoughts. He wanted to ask the status of their relationship. Han Zhan had reminded him earlier that they hadn’t established their relationship even though they had kissed several times.

In fact, Han Xin thought that kissing equals dating but Han Zhan said people kiss

casually sometimes and it was best to clear out the air. Breaking the peaceful silence, Han Xin finally found his voice. "Xiang Yu," he called out, his voice hoarse with unspoken feelings.

Xiang Yu’s lips curved into a mischievous smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yes?" he replied, his tone light and playful.

Han Xin’s heart hammered in his chest as he searched for the right words. "That... what are we?" Han Xin blurted out, his voice cracking slightly.

Xiang Yu’s smile widened, his eyes narrowing with amusement. He seemed genuinely confused by the question as if the answer were as clear as the morning sky. He could just come out with and said we are boyfriends but he suddenly had the urge to tease Han Xin.

"Well, I thought... we were kissing buddies," he replied, his voice laced with a playful tone. "You know, no strings attached."

Han Xin’s body tensed, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. His heart sank as he processed Xiang Yu’s words. Kissing buddies? No strings attached? Was that all he thought of their intimate moments together? His mind flashed back to their kisses, the way Xiang Yu’s lips had devoured his, leaving him breathless and wanting more.

Xiang Yu’s gaze drifted downward, his eyes taking in the sight of Han Xin’s exposed chest, partially covered by the loose morning gown. A flicker of desire passed through his eyes, and he bit his lower lip eager to fondle and grope around inside Han Xin’s lapel.

In a swift, sensual move, Xiang Yu’s fingers slid down Han Xin’s neck, tracing a path of fire along his collarbone. Han Xin’s breath hitched, his body freezing as those slender fingers danced across his sensitive skin. Xiang Yu leaned in close, his warm breath tickling Han Xin’s ear.

"We can do more than kissing," Xiang Yu whispered, his voice a seductive purr. "Much more." He was like an alluring devil charming him into selling his soul.

Han Xin’s body trembled as Xiang Yu’s words washed over him like a wave of desire. His mind struggled to process the suggestion, the idea of being just friends with benefits. He had hoped for something more, something deeper. He wouldn’t accept anything short of that.

Xiang Yu’s fingers continued their journey, caressing Han Xin’s collarbone before sliding down his chest, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body. Han Xin’s nipples hardened under the gentle assault, and he couldn’t help but arch into the touch, craving more.

Xiang Yu’s eyes narrowed playfully, and before Han Xin could react he said, "Too slow," and flicked the hairdryer’s cool shot button, sending a blast of cold air towards Han Xin’s face. Han Xin let out a laugh, his eyes widening as the cool breeze caressed his skin.

In a swift move, Xiang Yu grabbed Han Xin’s wrist, pulling him close. Han Xin’s heart pounded as he found himself flipped over and pinned on the soft bed. The plush comforter felt like a cloud beneath him, and he couldn’t help but smile up at Xiang Yu, who now straddled him, their legs tangled together.

"You’re mine, Xin-ge," Xiang Yu whispered his voice a mix of desire and possession. "My boyfriend. And you are not going anywhere."

Han Xin’s breath caught in his throat at the word ’boyfriend.’ It felt surreal, hearing it for the first time, yet it rolled off his tongue with surprising ease. He savoured the word, letting it linger on his lips. "Boyfriend," he repeated, his voice soft and full of wonder. "I like the sound of that... Can I call you Yu Yu."

Xiang Yu’s eyes softened at the nickname, a tender smile forming on his lips. "As long as you like it. You can call me whatever you please." He leaned down, his breath tickling Han Xin’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. "But first, let’s consummate our relationship."

"Con- consummate? How?" stammered Han Xin but soon his brain was no longer draining. His body tingled with anticipation as Xiang Yu’s fingers deftly undid the belt of his silk morning gown, the fabric sliding off his broad shoulders, revealing his sculpted chest. Xiang Yu’s fingertips where warm against Han Xin’s skin, and he could feel the man’s heart pounding in rhythm with his own.

As Xiang Yu took off his t-shirt exposing his chiselled torso, Han Xin’s eyes trailed down the defined muscles of his chest, the light dusting of hair leading to a tantalizing trail below. He reached up, his fingers brushing against Xiang Yu’s waist, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.