Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 37

“Fuck!”

That sudden burst of intimacy made Yan Xun’s fingers clench tight. His heartbeat quickened for two full seconds—
but his expression instantly twisted into fury.

Because Little Fox had called him Yan Jin.

The realization hit, and rage surged hot and fast. Yan Xun shoved Li Cheng away almost violently, his tone sharp and cutting, stripped of any warmth.

“I’m Yan Xun! Let go of me!”

Yan Xun…

Li Cheng frowned, still dazed, his thoughts foggy and slow. He blinked twice before finally releasing him.

Yan Xun wasn’t Yan Jin.

He didn’t like him…

That was the first thing Li Cheng thought in his half-waking, half-dreaming haze.

“Why don’t you like me?” Li Cheng asked directly, his voice sluggish and heavy with sleep.

“Are you insane? Why the hell should I like you?” Yan Xun snapped, springing to his feet in anger.

Li Cheng slowly sat up on the couch.

Ever since he’d fallen for Yan Jin, saving him had become his sole purpose in this world.

But if Yan Xun kept rejecting him like this, he would inevitably follow the same path—
a path drenched in blood.

When that time came, Yan Jin wouldn’t escape death either.

Li Cheng was terrified of that ending.

At first, his fear had only been because of the mission.

But now… it was real.

A deep, raw fear that came from the heart.

He didn’t want anything to happen to Yan Jin.

He couldn’t allow it.

Yan Xun was Yan Jin—he just didn’t love him yet.

Yan Xun’s heart was as deep and dark as an abyss; no matter how Li Cheng reached for it, he couldn’t touch the bottom.

After centuries of loneliness, he didn’t know how to please others—and he hated even trying.

Li Cheng looked at the man before him, face shadowed and fierce.

How was one supposed to tame someone like this?

How do you turn a snarling, feral wolf into a loyal, gentle hound…

Li Cheng stood and stepped closer. His bare feet touched the cold ceramic floor—chill seeping up through his bones, his skin pale and luminous against it.

He wore a loose, ultrathin knit shirt today, with deliberate rips along his shoulders and collarbone. The faint pink undertone of his skin glowed beneath the soft fabric, and the lazy, hazy look in his eyes made him appear both languid and dangerously sensual.

Yan Xun’s breath caught. Those eyes—liquid and alluring—combined with those glossy lips parting as if to speak but hesitating…

He looked like—

A damn fox spirit.

Like he was trying to seduce him.

Fuck!

He wanted—

Damn it!

Li Cheng walked right up to him, his bare toes brushing the edges of Yan Xun’s white sneakers, closing the distance inch by inch.

Yan Xun’s eyes twitched. His body stiffened; though he didn’t move, he instinctively leaned back a little.

“Li Cheng, was my last warning not clear enough? If Yan Jin hadn’t shown up that time, I would’ve fucked you senseless! And you still dare provoke me?”

“Believe it or not, I’ll finish what I didn’t last time!”

“I’m willing,” Li Cheng answered calmly.

Yan Xun froze.

A faint smile curled at Li Cheng’s lips as he leaned in and brushed a kiss against the corner of Yan Xun’s mouth.

It was light as air—
barely there, but it stirred something deep and aching.

Yan Xun’s eyes widened in shock, a rare flicker of confusion breaking through his usual composure.

He gripped Li Cheng’s chin hard, his tone harsh and venomous. “You like me that much? You’re already with Yan Jin, and now you’re trying to seduce me too?”

Li Cheng met his gaze head-on, defiant. “I don’t like having only half of something.”

He paused for a second, then said softly, “I want all of you—and all of him.”

“You two are the same person.”

As Li Cheng moved closer again, Yan Xun shoved him back, eyes filled with warning.

“I’m telling you, I’ll never like you! Stop flaunting yourself in front of me! I’m not into men!”

While he spoke, Li Cheng noticed something else.

His eyes dropped to Yan Xun’s hand—

The fox fang ring was gone.

The ring he had given Yan Jin.

He hadn’t taken it off even earlier that day, before going into the kitchen.

Li Cheng stepped forward, his tone suddenly sharp.

“Where’s the ring?”

He grabbed Yan Xun’s wrist, his voice rising with urgency. “I asked you—where’s the ring?”

Yan Xun yanked his hand free, glaring. He couldn’t understand why Li Cheng was suddenly this angry, and his tone faltered slightly.

“I threw it away.”

Li Cheng’s fingers curled tight.

Threw it away…

The ring he’d treasured for thousands of years—gone.

It was carved for him by his fox mother.

How could he throw it away?

Yan Xun’s careless tone—like he’d tossed out a piece of trash—stabbed deep.

Li Cheng’s gaze hardened. He seized Yan Xun’s collar in one swift motion, knuckles cracking under the strain.

“Where did you throw it?”