Han Xin pressed his lips against Xiang Yu's for a brief moment, the kiss bringing a spark of intimacy and warmth that only deepened Xiang Yu's tumbling emotions.
With gentle discipline, Han Xin released him and settled beside him instead, arms wrapping around Xiang Yu's waist. Despite the embarrassment of still clinging to Xiang Yu, he melted under the tender gesture, feeling Han Xin nuzzle into his neck, inhaling deeply to savour his lover's scent.
"Who... who said that to you?" Xiang Yu managed, caught between surprised and amused.
"Lian and Mei," Han Xin replied, fingers rubbing Xiang Yu's tummy playfully beneath the covers. A boyish grin lit up his face. "They said you are their father, and when I marry you, I will be their mother. They also said mothers and fathers should love each other."
"Was the old man around when they said that?" Xiang Yu asked, incredulity evident in his tone.
