CHAPTER 588: FOUGHT WITH A FEROCIOUS TIGER LAST NIGHT

Xiang Yu awoke to a soft hum, his body feeling achy and raw. As awareness slowly seeped into his mind, he noticed the fresh evidence of their wild night. They were deep shades of purple and blue marking his skin where the belt had constrained him.

He blinked, eyes half-lidded, and let out a low groan, feeling the dull throb of bruises at his wrists. They weren’t just marks of pain. They were trophies, battle scars from a night of overindulgence.

A smile crept onto his lips as he rubbed over the bruises, a reminder of the exhilarating thrill they had shared. Then, his attention shifted as he heard Han Xin’s hesitant voice cutting through the haze. "Is it painful?"

Xiang Yu sat up, meeting Han Xin’s gaze. The look on his husband’s face was laced with guilt, guilt for his overindulgence the previous night.

Last night after being teased so much by his sweetheart, he had finally reached his limit. In fact, he had been tormented by Xiang Yu the entire time they were travelling.

He would bent down seductively, wink at him, rub his muscles, touch his abs, smack his butt. What didn’t Xiang Yu not dare to do?

He was so tormented by his husband so much so that he almost pressed him down in the forest. If it weren’t for Lian and Mei being around he might have done it.

So when he finally had the opportunity he couldn’t hold back. He lost all restraint and was a little rough and Xiang Yu let him do whatever he wanted.

Han Xin walked over and knelt beside the bed, his heart weighed down by regret. "I am so sorry," he began, his voice soft. "Last night—"

Xiang Yu interrupted him with a gentle caress against Han Xin’s cheek. "Xin-ge, did I tell you to stop?" He tilted his head, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief.

Caught in that gaze, Han Xin felt his heart quicken, beating faster in rhythm with the intensity of the moment. The warmth of Xiang Yu’s hand against his skin sent a shiver down his spine.

"If I don’t tell you to stop, then don’t stop," Xiang Yu continued, his tone teasing yet serious.

Han Xin pursed his lips, battling the guilt that gnawed at him. He had heard what Xiang Yu said, but the sight of the bruises covering those slender wrists tugged at his heart.

Last night, after assisting Xiang Yu with a bath, he had hastily applied ointment to soothe the skin. He had done the same this morning. Yet, despite his efforts, the marks hadn’t disappeared.

Xiang Yu pinched Han Xin’s chin lightly, drawing him closer. "Don’t you think it looks sexy?" he said, a playful smirk curling his lips.

Han Xin was momentarily at a loss for words, his mind racing. He opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by a gentle knock on the door.

There was no need to guess who it was. Before he could react, Xiang Yu leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Han Xin melted into the kiss, feeling Xiang Yu’s thumb rub against his jaw, grounding him.

When their lips finally parted, Xiang Yu grinned. "Besides, didn’t I leave marks on you? Do you dislike them?"

Han Xin felt a flicker of confusion. The only mark he was aware of was on his adam’s apple. It was faint and barely noticeable so how could it compare?

Xiang Yu grinned mischievously as he tugged the T-shirt collar on his lover’s body. "Go look at your back," he said softly, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes.

Han Xin hesitated, then headed to the bathroom his mind still a little confused. He took off the T-shirt and stood in front of the mirror, eyes narrowing as he turned slightly to inspect his back.

Suddenly, he swore under his breath. "Fuck," he muttered, eyes wide in disbelief.

Outside the bathroom, Xiang Yu smirked. He casually went to put on his pants, then reached out and opened the door. His laughter was soft knowing exactly what Han Xin had discovered. He was like a cat last night. Actually no, he was like a puma in heat. He would have bitten him if it came to it.

Han Xin stared at his reflection, eyes fixed on the uneven lines across his skin. Last night, he’d been so caught up in the strange pleasure that he hadn’t felt the pain.

All he remembered was the sensation, sharp yet intoxicating, like a wild thrill he couldn’t resist. The scratches looked brutal, as if he had fought a beast, not a mere feline scratch, more like he had tangled with a ferocious tiger and gotten caught.

Xiang Yu leaned casually against the doorframe, a smile playing on his lips. He looked at Lian and Mei, who had just entered the room. "Come in... wait why do you have panda eyes? You didn’t sleep late, did yoy?"

Lian and Mei, "..."

The pair looked guilty as hell. They slept late watching a show and now they were reaping the consequences.

"Nope. Good morning, master," Mei said trying to shift the conversation.

Lian nodded, a guilty smile on her face. "You guys slept so long, did you sleep late?"

Xiang Yu, "..." Who exactly was the adult here?

Xiang Yu cleared his throat guilty. "We slept late... chatting," he said.

Mei was so curious that she couldn’t help inquire further like it was an interrogation. She said, "Chatting, huh? About what?"

Xiang Yu, "..."

"Grown folk business, now stop asking questions. I am going to get ready. You two entertain yourselves."

"Sure, sure!" Lian and Mei replied in unison, their spirits high as they dove for the TV remote lying on the couch.

In this post-apocalyptic world, only a few broadcast stations had been restored. Yet, it didn’t matter much. They could still watch countless shows offline from the local database. Lian and Mei settled down, excitement brimming in their eyes as they resumed the romance series they had been watching till early morning.

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The story unfolded on the screen. It followed two men in an interstellar era, a world filled with breathtaking visuals and deep emotions. One character, Yu Xi, had been saved by the tenth prince of the imperial empire, Jian Ci.

The memory of the moment when Jian Ci rescued him from his father’s underground lab still echoed in Yu Xi’s heart, a moment filled with both gratitude and longing that was on the brink of obsession.

Knowing Yu Xi’s feelings for his brother, Jian Rui took advantage of it turning him into a sharp knife to help him ascend the throne. Yu Xi was more than willing to be used as he could at least be in his beloved’s presense. The tangled web of alliances, sentinels, guides, and mechs spun complexities that Lian and Mei found irresistible.