"No, it’s the same thing. Just drink yours," Xiang Yu protested, his voice laced with amusement.
But Han Xin was relentless. He sniffed at Xiang Yu’s neck, his warm breath sending goosebumps down Xiang Yu’s arms. "Yu Yu, don’t be stingy. Just a sip."
As he spoke, Han Xin’s hands roamed freely, caressing Xiang Yu’s abs and chest, his touch sending waves of pleasure through Xiang Yu’s body. Xiang Yu tried to suppress a moan, his laughter turning into a soft, breathless sound.
"What are you doing? Someone will see," Xiang Yu whispered, his voice laced with both excitement and concern.
Han Xin’s response was to gently suck on Xiang Yu’s neck, his lips leaving a mark that would serve as a secret reminder of this moment. "Just a sip, babe," he whispered, his voice a low, seductive purr.
If Han Zhan could see them now, his jaw would drop to the floor and he would be traumatised. This couldn’t be the same cousin who walked around with a cold look on his face like someone owed him billions.
Xiang Yu’s laughter turned into a soft gasp as Han Xin’s fingers found his nipple, gently pinching and rolling the sensitive peak. He jolted, squeezing Han Xin’s arms in a futile attempt to stop the delightful torture. Han Xin’s touch was like a brand, marking Xiang Yu as his own, and Xiang Yu couldn’t deny the pleasure it brought.
Finally, Xiang Yu relented, surrendering to Han Xin’s insistent caresses. He turned his head, offering Han Xin a sip of his drink, but Han Xin had other ideas.
"I change my mind," Han Xin whispered, his breath hot against Xiang Yu’s ear. "I want you to feed me."
Xiang Yu’s eyes widened, his heart racing at the suggestion. "How?" he asked before taking a sip of his drink.
Han Xin’s fingers found Xiang Yu’s chin, tilting his face up. "," he said, and before Xiang Yu could process his words, their lips met in a searing kiss.
Xiang Yu’s mouth opened under the gentle pressure of Han Xin’s, and as their tongues danced, he felt Han Xin’s lips part, allowing a small amount of the sweet tea to flow into Han Xin’s mouth. The taste of lemon and sugar mingled with the flavour of Han Xin’s kiss, and Xiang Yu couldn’t help but moan softly into the kiss.
Their lips smacked together, and low, sensual moans escaped their lips, carried away by the gentle breeze. Han Xin’s tongue traced the path of the tea, kissing away the droplets that had dripped down Xiang Yu’s jaw and neck. His lips sucked and licked, leaving a trail of wet kisses that made Xiang Yu shiver with pleasure.
Xiang Yu’s body was on fire, his desire for Han Xin burning brighter with each passing moment. He wanted to take off those shorts and swallow his hardness right here and there, but just as he was about to give in to his urges, the sound of his phone ringing interrupted their passionate embrace.
Xiang Yu groaned in frustration, torn between answering the call and continuing the erotic dance with Han Xin. He wanted to ignore it, but when he thought it might be the twins, he changed his mind. With a reluctant sigh, he reached for his phone, his fingers brushing against Han Xin’s as he did so.
Han Xin kissed Xiang Yu’s shoulder patiently waiting for him to finish talking on the phone. As the call continued Xiang Yu’s expression suddenly darkened. Han Xin, who was lounging behind him, noticed the shift and leaned forward. "What’s wrong?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.
"It’s Old Song," Xiang Yu replied, his jaw clenched. "My warehouse is being raided by the police."
Xiang Yu shot to his feet, fury radiating off him in waves. Han Xin quickly stood up and grabbed his wrist. "Where are you going?"
"I have to go there," Xiang Yu said through gritted teeth. "Just in case they plant something in my warehouse."
Han Xin’s eyes narrowed with concern. He said, "Let me go with you."
Xiang Yu hesitated, wanting to tell him to stay behind, but the determined look on Han Xin’s face made it clear he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Finally, Xiang Yu relented. "Fine, but you stay in the car. I don’t want you getting mixed up in this."
Han Xin nodded, though he had no intention of merely watching from the sidelines. He wanted to be there for Xiang Yu, to back him up if things went south. He agreed for now, but he planned to step in if necessary.
Thirty minutes later, Xiang Yu pulled up at the warehouse, which was being torn apart by a group of men in tactical gear. He got out of the car and glanced at Han Xin’s vehicle parked at a distance, gesturing for him to stay put. Han Xin’s unease grew as he watched the scene unfold.
As if to confirm his worst fears, a swarm of reporters suddenly descended on the area. Han Xin’s face darkened. Someone was definitely pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Meanwhile, Xiang Yu strode into the warehouse, his eyes scanning the chaos. He recognised a few familiar faces among the agents from the Bureau who had detained him the previous time. Armed police tried to block his path, but the commotion drew the attention of Agents Lu and Shen.
Outside, Chief Xi was surrounded by a flurry of reporters. "Chief, can you confirm that this raid is connected to the explosions a few days ago?" one of them shouted.
Chief Xi’s brow furrowed. Someone had leaked confidential information to the media. Another reporter thrust a microphone in his face, yelling excitedly, "Chief, is it true that the owner is also involved in the murders at the port?"
Another reporter, eyes gleaming with excitement, pushed forward and shouted, "Chief, is that the suspect? He’s the owner, right?" The question acted like a spark in a powder keg, turning the reporters into a frenzied mob, all clamouring to get to Xiang Yu.
Chief Xi’s face turned crimson with anger. "Get these people out of here!" he roared, his voice cutting through the chaos. The officers scrambled to comply, pushing the reporters back.
Chief Xi stormed over to where Agents Lu and Shen were standing. "I want to know who the leak is," he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.