Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 49

Watching the video feed showing Li Cheng running out of the room, Yan Xun panicked, his grip tightening on the wheel as he drove even faster.

“Li Cheng?”

“Can you hear me?” Yan Xun’s voice was laced with obvious tension and worry.

Curled up with his knees in his arms, Li Cheng spoke in a trembling voice, half-choked by sobs. “I don’t know…”

Hearing the hint of tears in Li Cheng’s tone, Yan Xun’s voice softened involuntarily. “Do you see any landmarks around you? Big signs or buildings? Tell me what you can see.”

“You… you’re coming to find me?”

Li Cheng’s voice broke several times, thin and shaky.

“Yan Xun…”

By the time Yan Xun reached the entrance of the resort, his chest was heavy with irritation and unease. He pulled over to the side of the road, fingers tapping restlessly against the steering wheel.

“Yan Xun…” Li Cheng called again, this time quieter, more fragile.

“I’m here.” Yan Xun’s answer came low and firm.

He drove along the coastal road, scanning the surroundings anxiously, the faint, broken sound of Li Cheng’s voice coming through his phone only making his emotions spiral further.

Li Cheng was not the kind of person to appear weak—he was cunning, calculating, always in control.

He knew that. Rationally, he knew. This could easily be another one of Li Cheng’s tricks.

And yet, he couldn’t stop himself from worrying.

“Don’t cry,” Yan Xun said softly, trying to calm him down.

“Can you… come keep me company?” Li Cheng’s voice was fragile and wet, soft enough to tug at anyone’s heart.

“Please… can you?” came another faint whisper.

“Alright,” Yan Xun answered almost without hesitation.

“Really?” Li Cheng’s tone wavered between disbelief and cautious hope.

“Where are you?” Yan Xun’s eyes searched the shoreline. Then he spotted him—down below on the rocks by the beach, a boy sitting alone with his knees hugged to his chest, looking utterly desolate and detached from the world.

“By the sea,” came Li Cheng’s faint voice, laced with the sound of wind and waves. “I’m so cold…”

Yan Xun found a narrow path leading down to the shore and sprinted toward the figure on the reef.

He pocketed his phone and finally reached Li Cheng—only to realize the boy wasn’t even wearing shoes. His thin shirt hung open at the collar, fluttering in the chilly autumn breeze.

“Are you out of your mind? What are you doing out here!” Yan Xun barked in frustration.

At the sound of his voice, Li Cheng lifted his head. His eyes were red-rimmed, his vision a blur, and he looked at Yan Xun as though he were the only thing left in the world worth seeing.

He looked utterly pitiful.

Yan Xun stepped onto the reef and crouched down beside him. “You—”

Before he could finish, Li Cheng leaned sideways and threw himself straight into Yan Xun’s arms.

“Yan Xun…”

“Yan Xun… I—I was so scared… uhh…”

[Fox Host, just give him the Best Actor Oscar already.]

Li Cheng: Don’t ruin my moment.

Li Cheng’s arms tightened around Yan Xun’s solid waist, his tears soaking through the fabric of Yan Xun’s shirt—his trembling made it seem like he had really been frightened.

Yan Xun’s hand moved gently across Li Cheng’s back. “Aren’t you supposed to be tough? Didn’t think you even knew how to be afraid.”

His tone wasn’t mocking—his voice was low, calm, almost tender.

Li Cheng gripped his shirt tighter. “The room… there were cameras everywhere… I didn’t dare hit him… uhh… Chen Qiu—he pulled at my clothes…”

His voice was choked and muffled, as if his throat were stuffed with cotton.

Yan Xun’s expression darkened, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes. He grabbed Li Cheng by the shoulders. “Where is he? Where is Chen Qiu?”

“I don’t know… I’m so cold…” Li Cheng’s voice quivered as he clung tighter to him.

When Yan Xun’s hand brushed Li Cheng’s back, his body stiffened in alarm—the boy’s skin was icy, almost bone-deep cold.

“Why are you so cold?”

Without another word, Yan Xun shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around Li Cheng’s shoulders.

[Fox Host, this is a bit much. In the mortal world, someone at that temperature would literally be dead. Warm up a little.]

Li Cheng: Why didn’t you say that earlier!

[You just dropped your body temperature to a few degrees—that’s terrifying, you know?]

After A-Keng’s reminder, Li Cheng raised his temperature slightly.

Then he wrapped his arms around Yan Xun’s waist again, nestling against his chest. “Still cold…”