Han Xin's eyes darted to Xiang Yu's lips, and a fleeting smirk ghosted across his face as he caught sight of a glimmer of drool at the corner. In an instant, he got up while retrieving a handkerchief from his pocket.
Xiang Yu blinked, taken aback by the sudden attention but maintaining his silence, his gaze fixated on Han Xin with a spark of expectation flickering within.
Xiang Yu was a little surprised but he didnt say anything. He kept staring at Han Xin with a sparkle in his eye. It would be a lie if he said he didnt anticipate a kiss. The thought of their lips plastered to together just as he woke up made his heart flutter.
Unexpectedly, Han Xin's hand reached out and wiped the corner of his lips. Xiang Yu was confused. His hand shot out and he held Han Xin's wrist. "What's wrong?" he blurted out, grasping the man's wrist.
"You have something at the corner of your lips," Han Xin said, a slight laugh dancing in his words.
