... I can take it

Han Xin's hand paused midway through pulling out his shirt. He had been wondering why Xiang Yu told him to wait for him earlier. It seems he actually made him wait for this. An evil flame rose in him and he smiled slightly. He put back the shirt.

With a slow, deliberate movement he began to lift the hem of his inner shirt, revealing his flawless back. Xiang Yu rummaged through his bag and took out two ointment tubes, reading the labels seriously. "Both of these should help," he said, his voice steady. "But I think this one will be more effective."

He turned around, his eyes immediately locking onto Han Xin's muscular frame. The bruise on Han Xin's abdomen was a stark contrast to his otherwise perfect body. Xiang Yu's mind went blank, his eyes tracing the contours of Han Xin's body as if caressing him with his gaze.