Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 472: Baby, its nice and warm

His hand reached out as if to touch Xiang Yu’s nose to soothe the wound, but Xiang Yu caught his wrist mid-air. "Don’t touch it, it’s dirty," Xiang Yu warned, his grip firm yet gentle.

Han Xin’s eyes welled with something akin to tears, his usual stoicism shattered by the sight of Xiang Yu’s injury. "Baby, how can anything about you be dirty?" he murmured, his voice cracking with emotion.

He couldn’t bear the thought of Han Xin being tainted by his blood, more especially because of Han Xin’s condition.

Han Xin’s expression crumpled, his lips parting in a silent plea. "Baby," he whispered, his voice a mere breath. He leaned closer, his body a tantalising distraction, every muscle defined in the soft light.

His chest brushed against Xiang Yu’s arm, his breath warm against Xiang Yu’s skin. Xiang Yu’s heart hammered in his chest, his pulse racing as he struggled to maintain his composure. Han Xin’s proximity was intoxicating, his scent overwhelming his senses.

"Get me a tissue," Xiang Yu managed, his voice rough with suppressed desire. His brain felt like it was on fire, his thoughts a jumbled mess.

Han Xin nodded, his dark eyes never leaving Xiang Yu’s face. "Okay," he said, his voice soft, almost reverent. He turned away, his body moving with a grace that belied his intoxication.

As he walked toward the bathroom, his ass cheeks swayed with each step, like ripe peaches begging to be plucked. Xiang Yu’s gaze followed him, his breath catching in his throat.

Han Xin’s body was a work of art, every curve and line a testament to his beauty, and Xiang Yu found himself cursing his own racing pulse.

Soon Han Xin returned moments later, practically leaping back into the room with a huge pile of tissues clutched in his hands. Xiang Yu couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. "Why did you bring the entire roll?" he teased, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Han Xin’s cheeks flushed, and he lowered his head like a scolded puppy. "Oh..." he mumbled, a faint embarrassment threading through his tone.

Xiang Yu chuckled softly and took a small piece of tissue, twisting it lightly before gently pressing it to his nose. The touch was soothing, and he could feel Han Xin still watching him, concern etched across his cute features.

"I am fine, really," Xiang Yu reassured him, his voice gentle. "Let’s go take a bath. I’ll help you." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

The mention of a bath ignited a spark in Han Xin’s eyes. "Okay!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm contagious as he pulled Xiang Yu toward the bathroom.

As they entered, the cosy atmosphere enveloped them. Zeus had filled the bathtub with warm water, just the way Han Xin liked it. The bubbles danced on the surface, and the lights dimmed to create a romantic ambience.

Han Xin dipped a tentative toe into the water, then grinned widely, satisfaction radiating from him. "Baby, it’s nice and warm," he said, his voice bubbling with delight.

Xiang Yu smiled, warmth spreading in his chest at Han Xin’s happiness. "That’s good, then get in," he encouraged.

Inside the warm embrace of the bathtub, Han Xin sat among the frothy bubbles, a playful smile on his face. The water swirled around him, making him feel like a child again. But seated beside him, Xiang Yu felt a twinge of disappointment as he squinted through the thick clusters of bubbles. He couldn’t see anything beneath them.

"Zeus," Xiang Yu called out, his voice firm yet lighthearted, "less bubbles next time."

"Yes, your majesty," came the swift reply from the AI.

Han Xin looked up, confusion knitting his brows. "Why? I like bubbles." His playful demeanour made him look even cuter, especially in contrast to his usually serious nature.

Xiang Yu arched an eyebrow, realising just how different his boyfriend seemed when drunk. "They’re a distraction. I can’t see."

"See what?" Han Xin asked, tilting his head.

Instead of answering, Xiang Yu picked up a bath sponge and knelt beside the bathtub, diving into the task at hand. As he scrubbed Han Xin’s chest gently, he could feel Han Xin’s wrist grab his own, playful yet hesitant. "Baby, aren’t you taking off your clothes?"

Xiang Yu’s throat bobbed slightly. "It’s you who needs a bath... I took one already."

Han Xin’s face fell, disappointment shadowing his features. "You didn’t wait for me! You are so mean."

Xiang Yu chuckled softly while continuing to wash Han Xin’s torso, amusement dancing in his eyes. Yet, Han Xin kept staring at him, a look of sad longing etched on his face, pleading for him to join in the fun.

"Don’t look at me like that," Xiang Yu warned, but his voice lacked any real bite.

Han Xin didn’t waver, his eyes filled with an innocent yearning. As Xiang Yu continued washing Han Xin’s back and arms, Han Xin sat obediently, watching him with rapt attention.

Xiang Yu decided to slip out of his pants, leaving just his trunks and t-shirt. He took a seat on the rim of the bathtub behind Han Xin, pouring shampoo into his palms. The scent of the shampoo filled the air, sweet and inviting.

With a gentle touch, Xiang Yu worked the shampoo into Han Xin’s damp hair. Han Xin responded by wrapping his arm around Xiang Yu’s calf, leaning back comfortably, a satisfied hum escaping his lips.

"Do you like it?" Xiang Yu asked, peering down at the water rippling around Han Xin’s chest.

"Mm-hmm," Han Xin replied, his pleasure evident.

Xiang Yu felt warmth bloom in his chest as he continued to massage the shampoo, a smile breaking across his face. "Baby, you are so good to me," Han Xin said, the sincerity in his voice wrapping around Xiang Yu like a warm blanket.

"Am I?" Xiang Yu teased.

"Yeah, you make me so happy," Han Xin confessed, his voice light with affection.

"You make me happy too," Xiang Yu responded softly. He rinsed the shampoo from Han Xin’s hair and declared, "Done!"

Han Xin tilted his head in mock disappointment. "Baby, what about my legs?"

Xiang Yu chuckled, his heart feeling fuller. He pushed himself out of the bathtub, his wet feet making soft splashes on the floor. "I will do it for you."