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The moon cast a soft, silvery glow through the thin curtains of the small bedroom, illuminating the two figures tangled in the sheets. Han Xin lay on his side, his breath steady, his body relaxed—or so it seemed.
The air was thick with the mingled fragrance of blossoming plumeria and rich sandalwood, which drifted gently from Xiang Yu. It mingled with the warm breeze, wrapping itself around Han Xin like a lover's embrace.
He lay there in unmoving, feeling the soft silk of the bedding beneath him. The sensation of something warm pressed against his back caused him to take a sharp breath, his heart racing.
Xiang Yu, with his strong arms encircling him, radiated an intensity that set Han Xin's mind ablaze. The weight of Xiang Yu's presence was as comforting as it was intoxicating.
