"And you… Do you like him?”

"Who is average?" Xiang Yu exclaimed while swatting his hand away. "He is tall and handsome with the most dazzling eyes. He has countless pursuers each more beautiful than the next. The ladies would kill to be his queen," says the Demon King refusing to be labelled as average.

Han Xin's breath caught for just a moment. The jealousy he had barely suppressed flared within him like an unquenchable flame. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to calm down. He took a step closer to Peng Xiu again, his heart thumping wildly in his chest as he reached for her hand once more.

"And you… Do you like him?" he asked, his voice low and steady but laced with an undercurrent of something volatile.

Xiang Yu chuckled lightly at first finding the question stupid. "Of course, I—" he said before hesitating mid-sentence. The words almost slipped out before he caught himself. It wouldn't do to profess self-love while masquerading as Peng Xiu.