The gods are angry

Imperial Lord Xiang's gaze was unyielding as he asked, "So, who was it in this hallucination?"

Xiang Yu put on an embarrassed look, his cheeks flushing slightly. "It really was just a nobody," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of sheepishness. "I saw a good-looking cutie with a pleasant pheromone. I just couldn't help myself."

Han Xin, who had been listening in through Xiang Yu's communicator, froze. His fingers, which had been rubbing against each other, stilled momentarily. He snorted softly, muttering, "Cute," before his fingers began to move again.

Unaware that he was being eavesdropped on, Xiang Yu continued, "The hallucination was that vivid. I just couldn't help myself."