Uncle, you need dentures
The morning light seeped through the cracks in the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. Han Xin stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he woke from a deep sleep. It was a rare occurrence for him to wake up in such a peaceful state, especially with the comforting weight of another person in his arms. He felt a sense of contentment, a feeling he had never had before. He realized that he wasn't alone anymore.
His gaze fell upon the sleeping form of Xiang Yu nestled against his chest. Han Xin's heart skipped a beat at the sight. The man's peaceful expression, with his long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, made him look almost angelic. A soft smile played on Han Xin's lips as he gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Xiang Yu's forehead.