Who tore the body pillow?

Xiang Yu's teeth gently bit into Han Xin's neck, a playful gesture that sent shivers down his spine. It was as if he were trying to mark Han Xin and claim him as his own. Han Xin tried to move his neck away, but Xiang Yu's grip tightened, his desire evident in the way he held Han Xin close. The man's resistance only fueled Xiang Yu's passion.

Mumbling incoherently, Xiang Yu's restlessness grew. Han Xin, fearing that his cover would be blown, released a subtle pheromone. The pheromone did its job all too well calming him.

Xiang Yu's movements slowed, his body relaxing against Han Xin's. A soft smile graced his lips, and Han Xin knew he had successfully lulled him back to sleep.

As Xiang Yu's breathing deepened, Han Xin found himself in a peculiar situation. He had been taken advantage of, used as a substitute for a mere pillow. The thought was infuriating.