Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 184: Admiring the canvas hehehe

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.

The sun rays seeping through the gaps in the curtain cast a warm glow on the man’s muscular frame as he sat on his bed, with only a pair of boxers on. His smooth skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, highlighting the intricate tattoos that adorned his body. Han Xin, couldn’t help but be mesmerised by the sight before him. Xiang Yu’s dark hair, slightly ruffled from sleep, framed his handsome face, while he rubbed his forehead, completely unaware of the intense gaze directed at him.

Han Xin had seen countless tattoos and even had a few of his own, but in this moment, he couldn’t help but admire the artwork on Xiang Yu’s body. The tattoo of the dragon was particularly striking, its head on Xiang Yu’s throat, the scales intricately detailed, winding its way down his chest, the tail curling seductively around his firm pecs. The design seemed to come alive as Xiang Yu’s chest rose and fell.

As Han Xin’s eyes traced the path of the dragon, he noticed other tattoos peeking out from the waistband of Xiang Yu’s boxers. Intriguing symbols and mysterious patterns hinted at a hidden depth to Xiang Yu’s personality. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he cleared his throat.

"You’re the best at what you do," Han Xin said, his voice steady. "I can’t trust anyone else to get things done."

Xiang Yu sneered, the memory of Han Xin touching Peng Xiu’s hair last night flashing through his mind. He slipped on his slippers, his movements deliberate. "Why don’t you go and find Peng Xiu? I’m pretty sure she can get things done," he said, his voice laced with mockery.

Han Xin flinched at the hostility in Xiang Yu’s tone. He couldn’t understand why Xiang Yu disliked Peng Xiu so much, especially since they had never met—or had they? Was Xiang Yu hiding something from him? Han Xin’s mind raced with questions as he watched Xiang Yu walk into the bathroom.

"She’s busy with something else," Han Xin said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Xiang Yu paused his hand on the bathroom door. "Is that right?" he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Before Han Xin could respond, Xiang Yu shut the door with a force that nearly hit Han Xin’s nose.

If Han Xin had any doubts about Xiang Yu’s dislike for Peng Xiu, they were now dispelled. Xiang Yu truly disliked her, but why? Determined to get to the bottom of it, Han Xin decided he would ask Peng Xiu directly. He had a feeling that Xiang Yu would never tell him the truth.

Han Xin glanced around Xiang Yu’s room, his gaze sweeping past the ripped sweater and the pink cap with a fluff ball thrown carelessly on the armchair. He couldn’t help but recall how the cap looked on Xiang Yu, thinking that pink was really his colour. It suited him in a way that was both surprising and fitting.

He went downstairs and found his cousin, Han Zhan, engrossed in a game, with the twins, Lian and Mei, watching in awe. Meanwhile, Little Bai was in the kitchen, awkwardly cutting fruit while keeping a wary eye on the three of them, as if afraid the twins might get harmed. Who could blame him for being cautious? Han Zhan looked like a gangster who would shake people down for money on the street.

Han Xin sat down and noticed the horror game Han Zhan was playing, titled "Ghost Hunter." He raised an eyebrow. "Isn’t that inappropriate for little children?"

Han Zhan chuckled, thinking how these two girls sounded more terrifying than himself. At some point, Lian had even yelled, "Skin that ghost alive!" and Mei had added, "Tear that ghoul in half!" They had even accused him of being too soft. Han Zhan couldn’t understand where Xiang Yu had picked these two up from.

"It’s just a game," Lian said dismissively. "The real thing is even more terrifying than this."

Mei looked at Han Xin and nodded. "Yeah, one time we saw a ghost with a broken jaw and black blood dripping out of its mouth and eyes."

Lian chimed in, "It had yellow eyes and melting skin, and it pounced on us, but Master slashed it," she said, her hands imitating the divine whip Xiang Yu owned in the real world. "It was vanquished. Master looked so cool."

Han Zhan and Han Xin exchanged glances. Han Zhan’s expression seemed to say, "See, they are more terrifying than me."

Han Xin rubbed his upper lip thoughtfully, his eyes fixed on Lian even as he addressed Mei. "Why do you call him Master?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

For the past few days, Han Xin had been digging into the girls’ records, trying to find any connection between them and Xiang Yu. Their mother had abandoned them, and they had been trafficked here by the Die clan. Han Xin couldn’t understand why, out of all the women in that shipping container, Xiang Yu had chosen to save these two. He had initially worried that Xiang Yu had evil intentions, but seeing the girls now, well-fed and happy, those fears seemed unfounded.

Lian raised her hand with a small smile. "I am Lian, and this one is Mei."

Han Xin blinked, momentarily thrown off. "Oh, I am sorry. You two look alike."

Mei giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It’s okay. Brother Bai still can’t tell us apart," she said, and the two of them burst into laughter, recalling some private joke.