"What's wrong?" Xiang Yu asked, perched confidently in the lounge, a playful smile gracing his lips.
Ignoring him, Han Xin marched to the bathroom. There, he found Xiang Yu's toiletries arranged neatly as if the man were preparing to move in. He flipped through the items, but again, he found nothing to explain the alluring scent.
Suddenly, he heard Xiang Yu's voice, now at the door. "What are you looking for?" He stood there with his arms crossed, a feigned innocent look on his face.
Han Xin turned, his frustration boiling over. "Where is it?"
Xiang Yu's face twisted in confusion. "What? I didn't take anything," he replied, innocence spilling from his words.
Han Xin continued to glare, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He had to find that perfume that had the aphrodisiac scent.
Raising his hands in mock surrender, Xiang Yu shot back, "You can pat me down. I didn't take anything."
