Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 519

Chapter 519: Is this all a setup

Han Xin watched in shock as Xiang Yu brazenly held onto his hand, a bold move that caught him completely off guard. His heart raced with annoyance and disbelief. If he didn’t need Xiang Yu as a hostage, he would have thrown him out of the car and let him walk the rest of the way. With a swift motion, Han Xin took his hand away, but Xiang Yu was quicker, tightening his grip and preventing him from pulling free.

The tension between them escalated. Han Xin tried to move his hand again, but Xiang Yu held on even tighter, determination flickering in his eyes.

The driver, witnessing the odd display of tugging hands, felt a surge of horror rise within him. In his panic, he pressed down hard on the brake, causing everyone in the vehicle to jerk forward in their seats.

Han Xin shot a warning glare at the driver. "What are you doing?"

"Sorry, my lord!" the driver exclaimed, his voice trembling. "I thought I saw something." He quickly resumed driving, this time keeping his eyes firmly on the road ahead, not daring to glance back lest he see something equally shocking again.

It took Han Xin a brief moment to realize that Xiang Yu was still holding his hand, the warmth enveloping his skin. Despite his irritation, the feeling lingered and was difficult to ignore. He attempted to pull away once more, but Xiang Yu refused to let go.

"What are you doing?" Han Xin whispered, his voice low but laced with exasperation.

Xiang Yu turned his head to meet Han Xin’s gaze, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his lips. "It’s a down payment. Now stop making a fuss... otherwise, everyone will know we held hands."

Han Xin gritted his teeth, glaring at him with a mix of frustration and confusion. Xiang Yu could see that Han Xin was far from pleased, and after a moment of thoughtful contemplation, he loosened his grip. "I don’t like forcing people," he finally said, withdrawing his hand but still keeping his eyes on Han Xin.

As their hands drifted apart, the atmosphere in the car turned thick with an awkward silence. Even though they were whispering, the other passengers could feel the tension radiating from the front seat to the back. The only sounds that filled the space were the tyres rolling over the dusty wastelands and the distant whisper of the wind outside.

Han Xin clenched his fist, the heat lingering from the brief moment he had held Xiang Yu’s hand. The sensation pulsed through him, a reminder that left him questioning his own thoughts and feelings.

He suddenly recalled what Xiang Yu had said about not wanting to force people. An unsettling thought crept into his mind. How many people had Xiang Yu held hands with? How many had he entered relationships with?

The road stretched out ahead, and silence enveloped them for the remainder of the journey. Han Xin didn’t speak, and Xiang Yu didn’t try to bridge the gap either. An unspoken tension hung between them, heavy and thick.

Eventually, the lead car flicked on its hazard lights, prompting Han Xin to grab the radio. "What’s going on?" he asked, his voice steady but laced with concern.

Han Zhan’s voice crackled through the static. "We have reached Death Valley."