I will go to war for you.

Xiang Yu sat on the plush leather couch in his boyfriend's office, his legs crossed with an air of casual confidence. He slipped on Han Xin's clean shirt, the fabric crisp against his skin. As he buttoned it up, he glanced at his man, a playful glint in his eyes. "Xin-ge, you ruined my favourite shirt," he said, his voice carrying a hint of coquetry.

Han Xin, who was meticulously cleaning his desk with a paper towel and cleaning spray, looked up and smiled recalling how Xiang Yu's shirt got ruined. If he was being honest, he would do it again but he didn't say out loud.

"Don't worry, I will get you even more shirts," he replied, his grin stretching from ear to ear like a love-struck fool, "... so I can ruin them again." His voice was so low that it was barely audible.

"Huh?" asked Xiang Yu as he ran his fingers through his hair but Han Xin would never repeat that.