Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 40

“I—I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to!” Yan Xun’s pupils trembled slightly. For a moment, he couldn’t even form words.

The little fox turned around, saw the fluffy tail dangling from Yan Xun’s hand—and burst into uncontrollable tears, crying in long, sharp howls.

“I really didn’t mean to! Are you hurt? Does it hurt a lot? I’ll take you to the hospital!” Yan Xun rushed over, trying to pick the little fox up.

The little fox bared his teeth, fur bristling, as if ready to bite him.

Yan Xun pressed his lips together. “Let me see.”

Ignoring the fox’s hostile glare, he simply grabbed him up and turned him around.

Then he looked at the fox’s rear.

“Huh?” He touched the spot, brows furrowing even deeper. “Why isn’t there any blood?”

He flipped the little fox over and checked again—indeed, there wasn’t a wound in sight. Relieved, he exhaled and concluded, “Your tail’s fake?”

“You don’t even have a tail…”

The moment those words left his mouth, the little fox’s cries grew even louder—pitiful and heart-wrenching.

“Awoo… ooo…” The small, trembling sound was unbearably sad.

Yan Xun hissed under his breath, suddenly realizing something felt terribly wrong. He must’ve hit a nerve. The fox looked devastated.

He scrambled to find the right words. “Don’t be sad. You… you look fine even without a tail!”

That only made it worse. The little fox cried so hard that his entire body shook, his tears blurring his features into a watery haze.

Yan Xun frowned. Had he just made it worse?

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Please stop crying,” he said in a rush.

“Awoo…”

“I’ll go find your ring, just stop crying.”

“Ooo—awoo—awoo…”

“Fine! I’ll stick the tail back on, okay? Stop crying!”

The little fox cried even harder. His lips trembled, the corners of his eyes were wet, tears clinging stubbornly to his lashes, shimmering under the light.

“If you don’t stop, I’ll throw you out!” Yan Xun huffed, helpless.

The little fox froze, then quickly muffled his cries, curling into himself.

Then Akeng’s voice echoed in his head: 【Little Host, why did you suddenly turn into a fox?】

The little fox: Not happy.

【Then… do you dislike Yan Xun?】

The little fox: He’s mean. I hate him.

【Because he pulled off your tail?】

The little fox: Yes. Hate him.

Yan Xun noticed the little fox still bundled tightly in a ball. He started to gently smooth down his fur.

The little fox felt drowsy—the warmth making him sleepy. His head was foggy from the rain and fatigue.

Yan Xun kept petting him, and before long, the little fox fell asleep in his arms.

After confirming he was asleep, Yan Xun set him down on the couch and covered him with a blanket.

He picked up the tail he had torn off earlier—it wasn’t nearly as soft or glossy as the fur on the fox’s body.

Glancing at the tear-streaked corners of the fox’s eyes, Yan Xun sighed and brushed his fingers through the fur.

“Still kind of pitiful…”

After tucking him in, Yan Xun noticed that the rain outside had finally lessened.

So he went out.

He drove back to the place where Li Cheng had been looking for the ring earlier.

He remembered stopping the car somewhere nearby.

At first, he searched under his umbrella.

After a while, he tossed the umbrella aside and just kept going in the rain.

Two hours passed before he realized he must’ve been driven by sheer irritation—irritation at the little fox’s crying that had somehow turned into determination.

The wind had died down, but the drizzle persisted. Yan Xun was drenched again from head to toe.

After roughly two and a half hours, he finally spotted the ring in the muddy soil near a tree. It was half-buried under thick layers of leaves, a faint glint peeking out like it was glowing.

Yan Xun laughed aloud, a burst of joy lighting up his face. His eyes sparkled like a man who’d just found treasure.

He carefully dug the ring out and slipped it into his pocket. After a pause, he took it back out—and slid it onto his own finger.

“Tch.” He stared at it, murmuring under his breath. “Why the hell do I care so much about how he feels?”

He rubbed the band between his fingers.

“I’m losing it.”

By the time he returned to the villa, it was around four-thirty in the morning.

The little fox was still curled up on the sofa.

Yan Xun crouched beside him, reaching out to brush a hand over the fox’s head.

The blanket had been kicked off; he looked restless even in sleep.

Yan Xun lifted him gently into his arms, planning to carry him to bed.

Maybe it was the presence of the Heartlock Ring, but the little fox’s tense expression gradually eased.

The agitation in his aura softened.

Peace settled over him.

But as Yan Xun reached the stairs, the little fox suddenly transformed—into a full-grown fox, then into Li Cheng’s human form.

Yan Xun’s hands jerked.

Without warning, Li Cheng materialized in his arms, still fast asleep, his head resting against Yan Xun’s chest.

Yan Xun blinked rapidly, five or six times in a row, his strength draining as his heart started racing erratically.

Shit…

He turned back… and he’s rubbing against me?

Yan Xun’s thoughts spun wildly. Damn it! Who could stand this?

He swallowed hard but couldn’t help looking down.

Li Cheng’s damp hair framed his face; a few strands fell over his eyes. His thick lashes, still wet from tears, cast shadows across his cheeks. His lips were full and red, the kind that seemed to catch every drop of light.

Breathtaking.

Alluring.

Yan Xun took a deep breath and silently repeated a mantra: I’m not gay. I’m not gay. I can’t possibly like Li Cheng. Absolutely not.

He carried Li Cheng back to the bedroom. But once he laid him on the bed, one thought refused to go away—

He wanted to sleep next to him.

What the hell?!

He stared at the man for a long time before rationalizing it.

I can only sleep in this room anyway.

And since I’ve already carried him here… it’d be more trouble to move him again.

While he was mulling that over, Li Cheng stirred. As consciousness slowly returned, he immediately sensed the Heartlock Ring nearby.

It was close—less than half a meter away.

He opened his eyes, sat up halfway, and saw Yan Xun standing before him—shirtless.

The ring was on his finger.

Their gazes met. Li Cheng’s eyes narrowed slightly. Yan Xun… had found the ring?

“You found it?” Li Cheng’s voice carried surprise but not joy.

“Yeah.” Yan Xun answered smoothly. “It fell in the car.”

He was lying, but Li Cheng didn’t bother pressing the issue.

“Give it to me,” he said flatly.

“Give what?” Yan Xun feigned ignorance.

“The ring.”

“You can’t just take back a gift. I won’t throw it away again.” Yan Xun’s hand—with the ring—subtly moved behind him.

Li Cheng stared at him for a few seconds.

Then he gave a mental order to Akeng: 【Check the credibility of that statement.】

【Fox Host, the credibility of that statement is: 100%. Maximum credibility: 100%.】

Li Cheng sighed faintly. Since Yan Xun wouldn’t discard it again, he let it go.

Winning Yan Xun over was harder than he’d thought.

But not tonight. He was too tired to care.

He lay back down, exhaustion dragging him under.

Yan Xun noticed his face had flushed pink, a faint feverish glow spreading across his skin.

Beautiful—but wrong.

He came closer, reaching out to touch Li Cheng’s forehead.

His face darkened instantly. “You’ve got a fever.”

Li Cheng slapped his hand away, mumbling weakly, “Don’t touch me. I’m sleeping.”

He heard footsteps retreating downstairs, then felt his head grow heavier.

Two minutes later, Yan Xun returned—holding a glass of dark, murky liquid.

He sat down beside the bed and pulled Li Cheng upright despite his protests.

Li Cheng glared, clearly annoyed.

“Drink this before you sleep,” Yan Xun ordered, voice firm.

“What is it?”

“Fever medicine.”

Li Cheng’s eyes widened. Medicine?

For someone who feared nothing in the world, Li Cheng had one great weakness—medicine, especially the mysterious dark kind that looked suspiciously vile.

“I’m not drinking it.”

“If you don’t, I’ll f* you,” Yan Xun threatened bluntly.

Li Cheng’s gaze sharpened, his voice hoarse but steady. “Then go ahead.”