Xiang Yu froze, startled by Han Xin's words. He couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true that he thought he was dreaming.
He was about to speak, to ask how Han Xin could possibly be here, when his words were stolen—his lips claimed in a fierce, urgent kiss.
The force of it left him breathless, his body going hot and numb all at once. His mind went blank, the strange realm around them fading until there was only Han Xin, his warmth, his scent, the unyielding press of his mouth.
A sharp jolt against Han Xin's leg broke the moment for a heartbeat. The little white light ball had rammed into him, as if protesting the intimacy. Without breaking the kiss, Han Xin lashed out with a swift kick, sending the glowing nuisance tumbling away into the distance.
