Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 60

Sensing that Li Cheng was on the verge of killing, Ah Keng immediately invoked Yan Jin’s name.

【Host! Yan Jin is on his way!】

Li Cheng’s pupils tightened.

The blood-red spiritual energy gathering around his hand slowly faded into a faint mist.

Yan Jin was almost here.

The moment Li Cheng loosened his grip, Chen Qiu seized the chance to grab his hand.

“Chengcheng… I knew it. You still have feelings for me, don’t you? You’ve always loved me.”

“I love you too… I swear I’ll never hurt you again. Let’s stay together forever, okay?” Chen Qiu’s voice trembled with regret.

Li Cheng’s expression darkened, his tone icy and dangerous. “Chen Qiu, you should be thankful you live in a lawful society—and that I’m just an ordinary human right now.”

Then he kicked him—hard—in the stomach. “Otherwise, you’d die a very ugly death.”

Chen Qiu’s face twisted in pain as he fell backward onto the floor.

He staggered up, eyes venomous. “You little whore! Don’t be so ungrateful!”

Li Cheng’s fury reached its breaking point. He thought grimly—you’re asking for death.

Chen Qiu lunged again, grabbing Li Cheng’s shoulders with both hands.

His greedy eyes gleamed like a venomous serpent’s.

“I’ll make you obedient.” Chen Qiu tore off his jacket.

At that exact moment, the door burst open from the outside.

BANG! The force was so strong that several cameras toppled over.

Yan Jin stood in the doorway, his expression twisting as he took in the scene.

Dozens of recording devices—each one still rolling.

Li Cheng, sprawled on the sofa, his clothes torn, his gaze dazed.

And Chen Qiu—shirt half off.

Yan Jin’s hands shook. He couldn’t even imagine what would’ve happened had he arrived one second later.

“Chengcheng!”

He rushed forward, landing a sharp kick that sent Chen Qiu crashing sideways into the floor, groaning in pain.

“Chengcheng…” Yan Jin’s heart twisted, a raw ache spreading through his chest.

And I said I could protect him now?

That promise shattered into dust.

He scooped Li Cheng into his arms. Li Cheng sagged against him, weak and unsteady.

That weakness was real—the suppressing effect of Ah Keng’s antidote was already fading.

“Yan Jin…”

Li Cheng’s voice was soft and slurred, but there was unmistakable relief in it.

He had known Yan Jin would find him.

When Yan Jin looked down at Li Cheng’s torn clothes, rage flooded his veins until he was trembling with it.

His eyes went red, his gaze deepening into something bottomless.

Li Cheng saw Yan Jin’s hand slip into his suit jacket—and in that instant, the Heart-Sealing Spell on Yan Jin’s neck turned black.

A black flower—
and as it appeared, one tail, two, three…
until nine golden tails bloomed from behind him.

Li Cheng’s lips parted slightly in shock.

Golden tails…

【Fox Host! Those are golden tails! The fox clan’s records don’t mention anything like this—what’s happening?!】

But there was no time to think.

Because—

Ah Keng’s voice rose in alarm.

【Fox Host! Stop him! The Heart-Sealing Spell turning black means it’s blooming with murderous intent—quickly!】

Li Cheng’s eyes flickered with understanding.

He knew. Yan Xun had come out.

Almost instantly, Li Cheng’s hand reached up, resting weakly against the back of Yan Xun’s neck.

Then he leaned forward—pressing his lips against those cold, thin ones.

He kissed him.

Li Cheng’s other hand gripped Yan Xun’s, the one already inside his jacket.

When his fingers brushed the cold metal of the weapon, he held on tighter.

Yan Xun wanted to kill.

And he’d even brought a weapon.