Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 54

Seeing that Yan Xun still didn’t respond, Li Cheng had no other way to apologize. So, she softened her tone and called out the words she knew he liked to hear.

“Honey…”

Yan Xun’s breathing grew heavier. Hearing that, his mood seemed to ease—though only slightly.

Li Cheng noticed the change and called again, “Yan Xun…”

She lifted her hand and rattled the chain around her wrist, making it clink softly. With a pitiful glance at him, she whispered, “My hand hurts…”

“Hey—”

Before she could finish, Yan Xun suddenly grabbed her wrist.

His dark, unfocused eyes lingered on her for a long moment. Then he pulled her into his arms.

He just held her like that, silently, for quite some time. When Li Cheng was starting to get confused, she heard his drowsy, dreamlike murmur against her ear.

“Wife…”

Li Cheng hadn’t even responded when his voice softened further, almost like he was drifting to sleep.

“I think I dreamed of you again… If I lock you up, you won’t be able to run away.”

Li Cheng: “???”

So this bastard thinks he’s dreaming?!

He’s dreaming… about locking me up?!

What kind of nonsense is that!

And here she thought he’d been angry at her. Turns out the guy was sleepwalking!

No wonder he hadn’t said a word until now.

The smell of alcohol on him was thick and sharp, and Li Cheng’s face darkened. “Why don’t you just drink yourself to death?”

Yan Xun’s wandering hands rested clumsily on her shoulders—then slipped under her shirt.

Completely drunk out of his mind!

If it were anyone else—a drinking buddy, a random woman or man—would he be acting like this too?!

That thought sent a flare of irritation burning through her chest.

She tugged at her wrist, the chain clattering noisily, but she couldn’t find the key anywhere.

Then, with her free hand, Li Cheng slapped him hard across the face.

“Take a good look at me! Do you even know who I am?!”

He was drunk and confused, couldn’t tell one person from another, and that only made her angrier.

Yan Xun’s deep eyes fixed on her. “You’re my wife.”

Then he bent down and kissed her neck.

The smell of alcohol was overwhelming.

Li Cheng sighed, “How much did you drink?”

“Not much. My wife doesn’t let me drink too much.” Yan Xun was naturally a bit nearsighted, and with his hazy eyes, he looked even more unfocused.

Li Cheng: …

“You don’t look like you’ve been listening,” she snapped, pinching his cheek.

Then she glanced back at the chain. “Hurry up and unlock me!” She’d thought he was angry earlier, so she’d let him have his way—but who would’ve guessed the man was just dreaming!

“No.” Yan Xun’s rejection was blunt. “If I unlock it, you’ll disappear again.”

He cupped her face, his voice trembling with pain and confusion. “You were the one who came to provoke me first… so why don’t you want me anymore?”

His eyes reddened at the corners, and his tone—soft but hoarse—cut straight through her.

A sharp ache pricked at Li Cheng’s chest, sinking deep like a blade.

“I never said I didn’t want you,” she murmured.

Seeing that he wasn’t fully conscious, she tested him, “Who am I?”

“My wife.” He answered without hesitation.

“And who’s your wife?” Li Cheng pressed on, ready to strangle him if he got even one word wrong.

“You…”

“My wife is a little fox demon…”

…

When Li Cheng woke up the next morning and saw Yan Xun lying beside her, she realized he’d been truly drunk last night.

Judging by his state, he probably didn’t remember a thing.

She went to the closet, threw on something casual, and headed downstairs.

Feeling a little guilty for how pitiful Yan Xun looked, Li Cheng decided to make him breakfast herself for once.

But a few minutes after she went down, Yan Xun’s lashes fluttered. His dark eyes slowly opened, scanning the empty room.

Propping himself up halfway, he rubbed his temples. His expression sank, heavy as stone.

“So it really was just a dream…”

The memory from last night washed over him like a wave. He remembered Li Cheng coming back—he remembered holding her, and…

It had all felt so real. Yet it was just a dream.

Yan Xun didn’t get out of bed. He simply lay back down, swallowed by the same suffocating ache that had haunted him for a year.

He thought, Li Cheng is the cruelest person in this world.

No—she isn’t even human.

She had no human emotions—no joy, no sorrow, no pain.

As he stared blankly, his phone alarm went off. He turned it off, eyes landing on his lock screen: a smiling picture of her. He brushed his thumb across the cold glass.

Just then, a WeChat notification popped up—from Yan Shen.

It was a photo of his face, bruised and swollen.

The caption read: “You beat me up like this. Sure you don’t want to come visit me at the hospital, brother?”

That word—brother—felt like pure mockery.

Yan Xun tossed the phone aside, got dressed, and headed downstairs in silence.