It was a somewhat familiar, alluring scent. It was the same enticing scent that had lingered around Xiang Yu before.
Suddenly, overwhelmed by a mixture of reactions, Han Xin took a step back, his eyes widening slightly. Xiang Yu's brows shot up in surprise.
He stood there, confusion swirling inside him like a storm. Han Xin's behaviour baffled him. One moment, he was inviting him to come closer, and the next, he was stepping back as if repulsed by something.
Xiang Yu had never felt such hurt from being rejected by Han Xin before, and it stung deeper than he thought possible.
This was precisely why he had dreaded taking on that stinky job. He had known this would happen. The thought spiralled in his mind. If he didn't find a sufficient water source soon, he worried he would not get laid in this world.
"Did you need me for something?" Xiang Yu asked, trying to mask his hurt. "If not, then I will go back."
