Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) Chapter 240: Uncle, you need dentures

The morning light seeped through the cracks in the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. Han Xin stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he woke from a deep sleep. It was a rare occurrence for him to wake up in such a peaceful state, especially with the comforting weight of another person in his arms. He felt a sense of contentnt, a feeling he had never had before. He realized that he wasn’t alone anymore.

His gaze fell upon the sleeping form of Xiang Yu nestled against his chest. Han Xin’s heart skipped a beat at the sight. The man’s peaceful expression, with his long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, made him look almost angelic. A soft smile played on Han Xin’s lips as he gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Xiang Yu’s forehead.

Xiang Yu, in his sleep, reacted to the touch, nuzzling closer to Han Xin’s warmth. He let out a soft mumble, "Xin-ge..." His voice was barely audible, but Han Xin heard the words that sent a shiver down his spine. "No more..." Xiang Yu’s hand reached up, scratching at Han Xin’s chest, as if in protest of sothing.

Han Xin stifled a laugh, his fingers gently caressing Xiang Yu’s cheek. Was he such a beast in Xiang Yu’s eyes? Well, last night, he wasn’t a beast per se, but he was at least beast-like. "No more what, Yu Yu?" he teased, his voice husky with sleep. Xiang Yu, still half-asleep, burrowed deeper into the embrace.

Han Xin couldn’t help but chuckle, his breath tickling Xiang Yu’s neck. He hadn’t experienced the bliss of intimacy in his entire life. That’s because he hadn’t yet t a person who could stir the fire in him. He had thought himself incapable of such feelings, his heart cold and unmoved by anyone he had t.

But Xiang Yu had changed everything. From the mont their paths crossed, Han Xin felt a fire ignite within him, a hunger that only this man could satisfy. He wanted to possess Xiang Yu, to keep him close and never let go. It was a possessive urge, one that Han Xin had never felt before.

He tightened his embrace, his lips brushing against Xiang Yu’s soft hair. "Just stay with , Yu Yu... Stay obediently by my side, and I will give you the world," his voice was low and seductive.

As if in response, Xiang Yu’s body arched slightly, pressing against Han Xin’s naked chest. Han Xin’s breath caught as he felt the warmth of Xiang Yu’s skin, his muscles tensing with desire. He had always been a tall, commanding presence, his muscular fra a testant to his strength. But at this mont, he felt vulnerable, his body reacting to Xiang Yu’s closeness despite having ssed around all night. They didn’t go all the way but they might as well have.

Han Xin closed his eyes for a brief mont, savouring the warmth of Xiang Yu nestled in his arms. The tranquillity was abruptly interrupted by a knock on the door. Han Zhan’s voice called out, "Ah-Xin!"

Xiang Yu, disturbed from his slumber, shuffled uncomfortably and turned his back towards Han Xin. With a groggy grumble, he grabbed a pillow and hurled it at the door, muttering, "This demon king needs his sleep."

Han Xin couldn’t help but chuckle softly at Xiang Yu’s antics. He wanted to ask why he was referring to himself as such but he didn’t want to disturb his sweetheart’s sleep. Han Zhan, standing outside, heard the thud of the pillow and took a cautious step back. "Geez, why so grumpy in the morning?" he mumbled to himself.

Slowly, Han Xin disentangled himself from Xiang Yu’s embrace, his eyes never leaving the man’s face. He wanted to morize every detail, the way Xiang Yu’s lips parted slightly in sleep, the faint blush on his cheeks, and the way his dark lashes fanned against his skin.

As he got up his eyes inevitably trailed down Xiang Yu’s body, admiring the graceful curves of his hips and the smooth skin that was now partially exposed. The covers had slipped down, revealing a glimpse of Xiang Yu’s slender waist and the hint of his narrow hips. Han Xin’s breath quickened, his cock throbbing at half-mast. With a gentle hand, Han Xin pulled the covers back up, ensuring Xiang Yu was comfortably tucked in.

He couldn’t deny the powerful attraction he felt for this man. It was more than just physical; it was a connection that went beyond the carnal desires. Yet, he couldn’t help but wonder if his intense feelings were a sign of sothing deeper, perhaps a hidden illness that made him crave this man so desperately.

He couldn’t help but admire the sight of the sleeping beauty before him, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. Han Xin’s fingers itched to explore every inch of Xiang Yu’s body, to map out every curve and mark him as his own.

But he resisted the urge, knowing that if he did too much he might frighten the little hamster that had already burrowed into his nest willingly.

As he dressed, Han Xin’s mind raced with thoughts of the night before. The way Xiang Yu had responded to his touch, the sounds of pleasure he had elicited, and the way their bodies had moved in perfect harmony, it was all seared into his mory. By the ti he reached the door, Han Zhan had already retreated. Han Xin surmised that the pillow’s impact had startled him.

Descending the stairs, Han Xin was greeted by the bustling activity of the household. Normally, he would be dressed and ready for work by now, but today was different. He had decided to spend the day with Xiang Yu, cherishing their ti together.

In the dining room, Han Zhan was seated at the table, munching on scallion pancakes while chatting animatedly with the twins, Lian and i, who were impeccably dressed in their school uniforms. As Han Xin entered, Han Zhan glanced up and did a double-take. Noticing the hickeys on Han Xin’s neck, he choked on his pancake, his face turning a shade of crimson as he coughed.

Seeing this Lian couldn’t help but tease, "Uncle, you are so old you can’t even chew your food properly."

i chid in, "Yeah, uncle, do you need dentures?"