Xiang Yu licked his lips slowly, a faint smirk playing at the corners as he stood up and zipped up his pants with practised ease. He moved as if nothing had happened, as if the intensity that had just passed between them was nothing more than a fleeting moment.
Sitting back down in the chair, he propped his feet up on the desk, the picture of casual indifference. Han Xin's gaze followed him, his eyes sharp and unrelenting, though his expression remained unreadable.
Picking up the bento box of fruits, Xiang Yu began to eat with the same nonchalance. He plucked another cherry from the box, pinching it between his fingers as he glanced at Han Xin. "What?" he asked, his tone light but teasing. "Still not satisfied?"
Han Xin zipped up his pants, his movements deliberate. He looked at Xiang Yu, his voice steady but edged with something deeper. "Have you done this before?"
