Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 61

In Country C, Yan Xun’s current actions had already crossed the line of legality.

The soft warmth of Li Cheng’s lips broke apart.

He looked into Yan Xun’s eyes—still blazing with fury, still fighting to break free from the restraints that bound him.

Li Cheng’s trembling hand brushed against Yan Xun’s face.

His weak, faint voice called to him,
“Yan Xun…”

Feeling the torment and pain flickering in those eyes, Li Cheng spoke again, his words barely strung together, soft and broken.

“Yan Xun…”

He tightened his grip on the weapon in Yan Xun’s hand, his gaze steady—wordlessly conveying his thought.

“Be good…”

Yan Xun was impulsive and volatile. The murderous urge burning in him had to be extinguished—now.

This was the mortal world.

And under its laws…

The worst outcome was a life for a life.

Li Cheng would never allow that to happen.

He saw the chaos in Yan Xun’s eyes, as if two personalities were switching violently, struggling for control.

That gaze was wild—disordered—but Li Cheng could still read the emotions hidden deep within.

His lips brushed against Yan Xun’s as he whispered, his palm caressing Yan Xun’s face—like soothing a child.

“Yan Xun…”

“Don’t kill anyone… be good…”

“Listen to me…”

There was a better way.

He had already told Ah Keng to call the police. If Yan Xun became a murderer,
then it would’ve been better if Li Cheng had killed those two bastards himself.

He’d chosen to stay here with him. He couldn’t let Yan Xun step across that crimson line.

Li Cheng could feel the tension in Yan Xun’s grip, veins bulging along his arm—the fury still alive beneath his skin.

He continued to speak softly, his tone gentle and low.

“I’m fine…”

“He didn’t touch me…”

“We still have so many years ahead of us… don’t throw that away…”

Li Cheng forced his trembling voice to stay steady.

When he looked back into Yan Xun’s eyes, he realized his words were working.

The abyss that had been swallowing those golden flecks in Yan Xun’s gaze seemed to fade, softening.

His eyes grew warmer—tender, steady, filled with pity and restraint.

But if one looked closely, the violence still lingered underneath.

Li Cheng’s chest trembled. The weight and force of emotion had caused Yan Jin and Yan Xun to merge.

They had fused—completely.

【Yes, Host, they’ve merged… Yan Jin’s second personality only split because of his strict self-control. And now, for you…】

He has no weaknesses left.

Li Cheng cupped Yan Jin’s face in his hands.

He watched as Yan Jin raised the gun toward Chen Qiu.

Li Cheng never imagined that what Ah Keng meant by “no weakness” would mean that the calm, composed Yan Jin would become capable of murder.

“No!”

Before Yan Jin could pull the trigger, Li Cheng sealed his power with divine energy—
then, in the same instant, disarmed him.

Right then, police sirens wailed from downstairs.

Chen Qiu froze, panic flashing across his face.

He scrambled up from the floor and ran toward the door.

But before he could reach it, a streak of blood-red light shot from Li Cheng’s hand.

BANG! The door slammed shut, the lock sealing tight.

That was all the spiritual power Li Cheng could muster now—low-level spells.

Chen Qiu pounded at the door desperately, movements growing rough and frantic.

Yan Jin, by now, had calmed—at least a little.

He took off his jacket and draped it over Li Cheng’s shoulders, then turned and grabbed Chen Qiu by the collar, dragging him backward.

The next second, he swung—his fist crashing into Chen Qiu’s face.

Blood burst from the corner of Chen Qiu’s mouth.

“Tch…”

After merging, Yan Jin’s temperament had clearly turned far more violent.

Chen Qiu hated Yan Jin to his bones. In his eyes, it was because of Yan Jin that Li Cheng had changed so much.

Seeing there was no escape, he roared and swung back in rage.

“Yan Jin! I’ll kill you!”

“This is all your fault!” Chen Qiu snarled, his eyes gleaming with malice.

The two men clashed, fists and feet flying, camera equipment clattering to the floor in a cascade of sharp metallic sounds.

The sirens outside grew louder, closer.

Li Cheng called out weakly, “Yan Jin…”

Hearing his name, Yan Jin released his grip on Chen Qiu’s collar, dropping him to the ground with a heavy thud.

He strode over in two long steps. “Chengcheng…”

Li Cheng caught his hand.

The police would be here any moment.

If they saw Yan Jin armed, it would bring endless trouble.

Even if he had every reason in the world, it wouldn’t matter.

Leaning against Yan Jin’s shoulder, Li Cheng whispered faintly, just loud enough for him to hear,
“Give it to me…”

Understanding instantly, Yan Jin took the weapon from his pocket and handed it to him.

Li Cheng pressed the gun against his chest, fingers tightening. A swirl of red spiritual mist wrapped around the metal, then—
it vanished into nothingness.

He had hidden it in his divine consciousness space.

The faint red mist barely faded before the door was kicked open from outside.

A squad of officers burst in, weapons raised, uniforms dark against the light.

“Freeze! Nobody move!” the lead officer barked.