Peng Xiu exposed

"What are you doing?" Xiang Yu whispered, his voice laced with amusement as he leaned back further, inviting Han Xin's touch. Han Xin wrapped his arm around Xiang Yu's chest, pulling him closer, and whispered, "Nothing, I just wanted to touch you." His fingers continued to explore, massaging Xiang Yu's ring finger, imagining a thick gold band adorning it.

Xiang Yu turned his head, his lips brushing against Han Xin's cheek, sending shivers down his spine. "Do you think we would make as much noise as those two while doing it?" he asked, referring to the audio. Han Xin's cheeks flushed, and he bit his lower lip, his eyes darting away momentarily. His cock twitched, desperate for attention, as if agreeing with the idea.