Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 11

Li Cheng’s voice was soft and barely audible. “I’m… scared.”

“But all my IDs and documents are still at his place…”

Yan Xun clicked his tongue. “Tch.”
As expected, this pretty face came with trouble—a walking, talking decoration.

Still, Yan Xun drove the car back to the villa.

After parking, he got out and opened the passenger-side door, his tone cold and detached. “Get out.”

Li Cheng looked up timidly, his eyes wide and uncertain. “W–what?”

Yan Xun pulled him straight out of the car.
“You need to change your clothes. What, you planning to show up to your ex’s place looking like that?”

Li Cheng glanced down at his rain-soaked clothes and stepped out of the car, shrinking back as though frightened.

Seeing how slowly he moved—one step taking the effort of three—Yan Xun grabbed him by the arm and dragged him upstairs.

His handling was rough, to say the least.

Their destination: the walk-in closet next to the bedroom.

Li Cheng followed him in and stared when Yan Xun opened the door.

The closet was split in two—completely different styles.

On one side hung neat rows of tailored suits and formalwear, every piece immaculately pressed and structured.

On the other, sleek and subtly designed casual clothes, exuding a sense of quiet luxury.

One glance, and you could tell whose was whose.

Still—both personalities had excellent taste.

Yan Xun rummaged through the casual side, then tossed Li Cheng a loose black hoodie.
“Wear this.”

Li Cheng hesitated, his hand lifting slightly but not daring to take it.

Yan Xun stepped forward and shoved it against his chest.
“I said, wear it.”

Li Cheng’s bright eyes shimmered timidly as he looked up at him, then dropped his gaze, his voice soft with a touch of tea-sweet charm. (t/n: “tea-sweet” refers to a manipulative, fragile tone used to evoke pity or affection, common in Chinese web fiction.)
“Is this yours… or his?”

Yan Xun frowned, immediately understanding what he meant.
“What? You’d rather wear his?”

At that, Li Cheng switched into his pitiful mode, clutching the hoodie and murmuring faintly,
“You’re being so mean…”

Yan Xun opened his mouth to argue—then couldn’t find the words.

Before he could respond, Li Cheng was already hugging the hoodie to his chest and slipping out of the closet.

Moments later, he began undressing in the bedroom.

His pale skin carried a faint blush, soft and luminous under the light—sensual and dangerously distracting.

[Ahhhh Fox Host, you’re stripping to seduce him! That’s cheating! No moral restraint at all!]

Li Cheng: Close your eyes. You’re too young for this.

[I refuse! Not watching would be such a waste.]

Just as Li Cheng’s shirt came off, Yan Xun stepped out of the closet.

The sight froze him in his tracks; he even took an involuntary step back.

Yan Xun cleared his throat lightly, then tossed a pair of casual pants his way.
“Pants.”

The moment Li Cheng saw him, he hurriedly slipped into the hoodie, quickly pulling it over his head before heading downstairs—like he was afraid to irritate Yan Xun further.

Halfway down the staircase, Yan Xun called out to him, his tone full of disdain.
“You’re a grown man. Don’t you dare come back later covered in bruises.”

Hearing that, Li Cheng grew even more certain—Yan Xun probably liked fragile, helpless types.

He tilted his head slightly, glancing back at him. His voice came out soft and syrupy.
“If he hits me… I’ll fight back.”

But the way he said it lacked all confidence.

To Yan Xun, it sounded more like: If he hits me, I’ll just take it.

He could already picture it—Li Cheng crying, wiping tears, running off into the rain again.

An inexplicable irritation flared in his chest.

He crossed his arms. “We’re business partners right now. If you get beat up, it makes me look bad.”

Li Cheng continued down the stairs, voice still timid.
“I won’t embarrass you…”

At some point, Yan Xun had caught up to him. Suddenly, he barked,
“I’ll drive you there myself.”

Li Cheng’s beautiful eyes widened in surprise. He looked up at him, blinking.
“Really?”

Yan Xun didn’t respond—he just strode past him toward the door.

Li Cheng followed obediently.

[Fox Host, do you think Yan Xun actually likes the fragile-lotus act?]

Li Cheng stared at Yan Xun’s back.
Whether he likes lotus types, I don’t know—but he definitely wouldn’t go for someone like me, who snaps necks for fun.

[You’re doing such a good job acting right now, Fox Host, I’m about to throw up.]

Li Cheng’s expression darkened. I’m about to throw up too. Just bear with it until I figure out what kind of man he really is.

Then the system hesitated, its voice glitching slightly.
[Uh… one more thing, Fox Host.]

Li Cheng: What?

[Last night—Yan Jin kissed you! Several times!]

Li Cheng: What???

He froze completely.

Yan Jin had kissed him?

For a long moment, Li Cheng’s mind went blank.

He had never kissed anyone in his entire life—so how did his first kiss just… disappear like that?

His lips parted slightly before he managed to ask,
“Why… why did he kiss me?”

[According to data, humans only kiss someone they like.]

Uncontrollably?

Li Cheng frowned. “How… how did he kiss me?”

[Fox Host, I’ll show you the hologram recording. See for yourself.]

The moment the system finished speaking, an image flashed before his eyes.

He saw himself—his spiritual form—lying asleep in Yan Jin’s arms.
Then he shifted in his sleep… transforming back into human form.

He had one arm around Yan Jin’s waist.

He even nuzzled his neck.

Yan Jin held him close for a long while, reading quietly—then leaned down and kissed him.

Several times.

Li Cheng’s face went through a thousand expressions in a heartbeat. He waved his hand to dismiss the hologram, looking utterly conflicted.

He, a dignified celestial god, had been taken advantage of by a mortal?!

“Hurry up! What are you dawdling for? You think I’m your chauffeur?”
Yan Xun’s impatient voice snapped him out of his daze.

“Coming,” Li Cheng replied softly, forcing himself to calm down.

He climbed into the car, but his thoughts kept drifting back to that holographic replay.

Absentmindedly, he raised a hand to touch his lips.

Yan Xun turned his head slightly—and froze.

Li Cheng was sitting there, fingers lightly brushing over his lips, dazed and lost in thought.

The natural pink of his mouth gleamed softly, plump and inviting, like a half-ripe pomegranate.

Those long, slender fingers traced over them in slow motion. His gaze was hazy, unfocused—utterly unaware of what that image did to a man’s mind.

The scene was practically foreplay.

Yan Xun’s jaw tightened. He turned back toward the windshield, forcing himself to look away.

Li Cheng stayed silent the whole ride, though he did shoot him one sharp glare.

When they arrived at Chen Qiu’s house, Li Cheng stepped out of the car, collecting his thoughts and pushing all distractions aside.

He licked his lips once before turning to Yan Xun.
“Wait here for me, okay? I’ll be quick.”

Yan Xun didn’t respond. Instead, he stepped out of the car too, leaned against it, and lit a cigarette, drawing in a deep drag.

Seeing that, Li Cheng headed toward Chen Qiu’s villa.

But the moment he turned around, the air around him changed.

His eyes turned cold—dark, ruthless, dangerous.
Every trace of softness vanished.

The true Fox Host had returned.

He stared at the closed door, then entered the code from memory.

It hadn’t been changed.

Stepping inside, he saw Chen Qiu gently wiping Xu Han’s tears.

They looked sickeningly intimate—inseparable, even.

Both turned their heads at the sound of the door.

Li Cheng was already walking toward them.

Chen Qiu’s expression hardened instantly, fury flaring in his eyes.
“You actually dare to show your face here, Li Cheng!”

Without warning, he threw a punch straight at Li Cheng’s face.

Li Cheng’s lips curled slightly. He spoke to the system in amusement.
Guess it’s time to drop the act.

[Go ahead, Fox Host. No one’s watching. You can hit as hard as you like.]

[Beat him until he calls you Daddy!]