Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 199: Restrained desire

Xiang Yu, who had just been panting heavily in the shower with a blissful expression, was now panicking. He didn’t control his voice just now and didn’t know how long Han Xin had been outside and how much he had heard. "Yes?" he called out quickly, trying to steady his voice.

Han Xin leaned against the door, his expression tinged with worry. He had heard the faint, laboured breaths coming from the bathroom, barely audible over the sound of the water. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asked, placing a set of clean clothes on the bed.

Xiang Yu rubbed his hands together, trying to wash away the sticky residue. It was as though he was desperate to erase the evidence. "I, um... I am fine," he replied, but the hesitation in his voice was unmistakable.

"Are you sure?" Han Xin pressed, his concern deepening.

"Yes, I am really fine," Xiang Yu insisted, though his voice was laced with a twinge of guilt.

"Alright," Han Xin said, though he didn’t sound convinced. "I left clothes for you on the bed."

"Okay, thanks," Xiang Yu replied. He listened intently for the sound of the bedroom door closing and only relaxed when he heard it click shut. He heaved a sigh, rubbing his temples. What was he thinking, letting himself get carried away in Han Xin’s bathroom?

"Fuck," he swore under his breath while washing away the traces of cum on the shower tiles. After getting rid of the evidence he leaned his head against the shower wall, his eyes closed, and took a moment to regain his composure. The water, now cooling, brought him back to normal. He couldn’t believe he had done such a thing in Han Xin’s bathroom and he had almost gotten caught. He just couldn’t help himself earlier and lost himself in the feeling.

As he opened his eyes, Xiang Yu knew that no matter how intense his feelings were, this world was different. Han Xin wasn’t his, and couldn’t be his. He had to find a way to control the desires that were surging beneath the surface. But in that moment, under the shower, he had allowed himself to indulge, his desire for Han Xin burning as fiercely as ever.

He turned off the water, grabbed a clean towel, and began to dry himself off. He had to leave this place as soon as possible; otherwise, it would be even more difficult to suppress his emotions.

When he opened the bathroom door, he spotted the clothes neatly arranged on the bed. On top of the pile was an unopened pack of underwear. He tore it open and slipped a pair on, but they felt a bit loose. Glancing at the packet, he saw a large-size label. He glanced down at his crotch and pursed his lips, having recalled that majestic size in his hand. He pulled on the sweatpants, tightening the drawstring to ensure they wouldn’t fall down.

As he was about to put on the T-shirt, he realised his hair was still damp. He was so used to the twins drying his hair at home that he hadn’t figured out how to use a blow dryer properly. Sure, the twins had burnt his ears once or twice, but they still insisted on doing it for him, so he hadn’t used the blow dryer himself. He found it easily enough and awkwardly held it, trying to figure out the best way to use it.

As the soft hum of the blow dryer filled the room Han Xin entered the bedroom. He had come to collect Xiang Yu’s dirty clothes to take them for washing but stopped short at the sight of a shirtless man struggling with the blow dryer. Han Xin’s steps faltered, and he quickly apologised. "Sorry."

Xiang Yu turned around, their gazes locking. Han Xin swallowed hard, feeling a strange mix of emotions. Han Xin heard Han Zhan’s voice approaching and quickly closed the door. "Let me help you," he offered.

Xiang Yu didn’t think much of it and sat down on the bed, just as he would when the twins dried his hair. "Sorry to trouble you," he said feeling a little awkward.

"Its not a problem," said Han Xin. He hesitated for a moment before climbing onto the bed and kneeling behind him. He picked up the blow dryer and turned it on, the warm air blowing through Xiang Yu’s damp hair.

Han Xin carefully blow-dried each strand with a soft, gentle touch. The room was enveloped in a soothing silence, interrupted only by the quiet whirring of the hairdryer. Xiang Yu closed his eyes, relishing the soothing sensation of Han Xin’s fingers combing through his hair, their touch sending tingles down his spine. He felt a sense of calm, his mind drifting, until a sudden rush of heat flooded his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he remembered what he had just done. He wondered what Han Xin’s reaction would be if he knew. Thinking of Han Xin’s mysophobia he suddenly felt like cleaning with water wasn’t enough.

"Han Xin, where do I get cleaning supplies? I want to make sure the shower is spotless," Xiang Yu asked. Han Xin, his focus entirely on Xiang Yu’s hair, paused for a moment, his fingers lingering on the dark hair. He was captivated by the sight of Xiang Yu, his handsome features, and the intricate tattoos that adorned his muscular body that he couldn’t extricate himself for a moment.

His eyes were trailing down Xiang Yu’s back, taking in the intricate ink that decorated his skin. The tattoos were a work of art, each one telling a story, and Han Xin found himself captivated by the one at the nape of Xiang Yu’s neck. It was a dagger, its blade sleek and sharp.

Xiang Yu, sensing Han Xin’s distraction asked again, "Han Xin, the cleaning supplies... I would like to take care of the bathroom."

It was only then Han Xin realised he was talking to him. "No... no need, I have someone to take care of that," he replied, his voice hoarse with restrained desire. His fingers gently massaged Xiang Yu’s scalp and Xiang Yu squinted his eyes. He didn’t have it in him to stop Han Xin. freeweɓnøvel.com