Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 31

When Yan Jin heard those words, his eyes shimmered with a thousand lights, dazzling like stars scattered across the night sky. He smiled softly.

“Little Fox, you like me too, don’t you?”

Li Cheng rubbed his head against Yan Jin’s chest. “…Like who?”

Yan Jin pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’m asking you.”

Li Cheng’s eyelids drooped; he looked as if he were about to drift off.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” Yan Jin said in faint dissatisfaction.

“Who are you?” Li Cheng mumbled hazily.

“Yan Jin.”

“Mm.” Li Cheng let out a gentle hum, the sound soft and sweet, drawn out and lilting at the end, light as air—it was a sound that could melt anyone who heard it.

“Mm what?” Yan Jin asked, watching the rosy flush bloom across Li Cheng’s face like peach petals.

“Answering your question…”

“Which question?”

Li Cheng’s fingertips traced the line of Yan Jin’s throat, brushing over his Adam’s apple. Then he laughed, drunken and dreamy yet oddly lucid.

“The question about whether I like you or not…”

“The answer is…”

“I do.”

“I like Yan Jin.”

Each word pulled Yan Jin’s heart higher and higher, lifting him from the ground to somewhere far above the clouds. His mind was flooded with happiness—like endless wildflowers blooming across his thoughts, filling them with color and warmth.

He gazed at the man in his arms, eyes dark and luminous like rare gems found deep beneath the sea—beautiful, mysterious, and dangerous to touch.

Yan Jin knew it himself: he had already fallen into the depths, and there was no way out.

He pulled Li Cheng tighter into his embrace.

Then, gently rubbing the fox ears atop Li Cheng’s head, he murmured, “Your ears are still out—what should we do about that?”

Somehow, instinct guided him; he already understood why those ears had appeared… and how they might disappear again.

The drunk version of Li Cheng was a completely different creature from the one he saw every day—adorable to the point of being irresistible.

“How about I help you make them go back, hm?”

Li Cheng furrowed his brows slightly, as if recalling something that upset him.

“They can go back… but I don’t want to be the wife anymore…”

Now it was Yan Jin’s turn to frown. The ears could go back, but he didn’t want to be the wife…

A second later, realization struck him, and he gently pinched Li Cheng’s cheeks.

“Alright. I’ll agree to anything you want—except that.”

Still dazed, Li Cheng thought it sounded like a good deal and nodded. “Okay then…”

“Mm…”

The rest of his words were swallowed up in silence.

It was like sinking to the bottom of the sea—mind clouded, air thinning, senses dissolving into warmth.

——

Li Cheng turned his wrist and tapped lightly on Yan Jin’s forehead.

In that instant, he shared with Yan Jin all the memories of the Little Fox from Mount Jiuqing—
the illusory realm of the Spirit King, the peach blossoms that never withered through centuries, the sacred trees, the den surrounded by flowering fruit trees.

Yan Jin saw it all.

He was surprised, yet strangely calm about it.

It was just as he’d imagined—of course the Little Fox lived in a beautiful place.

“Is it beautiful?” Li Cheng asked softly, his voice slurred and faint.

“Beautiful,” Yan Jin answered seriously, lowering his gaze.

Then Li Cheng raised his hand again and tapped between Yan Jin’s eyes.

This time, he showed him even more scattered fragments of memory.

“I used to be so lonely… always by myself… no one ever treated me as kindly as you do.”

“I thought… no one would ever awaken my heart enough to grow nine tails.”

“Because I bit a lot of people… so many people…”

“I even bit the Lord of Ten Thousand Illusions…”

“I was… really strong…”

“I wasn’t afraid of him at all…”

Li Cheng kept talking in that wandering tone, stringing together words Yan Jin didn’t understand.

But Yan Jin didn’t care. He liked listening to him—his voice brushed against his ears like a soft wind, making his heart itch.

“Mm, yes. You’re amazing. My Little Fox is the best.” Yan Jin murmured.

Suddenly, Li Cheng withdrew his hand. A half-turn of his wrist, and a ring made of fox tooth appeared between his fingers.

He held it out to Yan Jin, voice tender and full of hope. “This… is for you.”

Yan Jin looked down at the ring, delight blooming in his chest. “What is it?”

Li Cheng smiled dreamily. “It’s for my wife.”

Then his expression dimmed slightly.

“But I don’t have a wife anymore… so you can have it.”

As he spoke, Li Cheng slipped the ring onto Yan Jin’s finger.

It fit perfectly—small and delicate, almost identical to a modern ring, blending in without looking strange.

Li Cheng gazed at Yan Jin’s hand, his long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, trembling with a faint shimmer of tears.

“It really does look… custom-made…”

Yan Jin took his hand and kissed it, his eyes dark and overflowing like water, voice low and tender.

“I love it. Your gift.”

Li Cheng’s hand rose once more, brushing along Yan Jin’s cheek.

“And… thank you… for loving me too.”