Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 105

Li Cheng’s empty hands suddenly brushed against a few strands of soft, ribbon-like hair.

He tilted his head up—and saw that Yuan Zheng had already shed all disguises, returning to his true form.

Those deep, fathomless eyes glimmered faintly, their mystery softened by a quiet light.

Beautiful.

The little fox liked it.

Li Cheng tugged on Yuan Zheng’s hair lightly. “The fox fur on your hairpin—it’s mine.”

“Mm.”

“Where did you find it?” Li Cheng’s voice carried an intrigued lilt.

Yuan Zheng’s gaze flickered with amusement. “Didn’t you tell everyone outside that I bullied you? That I pulled it out from your tail myself?”

Li Cheng: ………

He had said that in front of Zhou Ci, adding oil to the story just for effect—and the real person had heard it, too.

Feeling a little guilty, Li Cheng decided to change the subject. “Almighty Lord God, you liked me long before this, didn’t you?”

“I don’t deny it.”

Yuan Zheng’s voice was as smooth and resonant as flowing water, especially when he said things like that—gentle, deliberate, and devastatingly sincere.

“Since you were the little black snake, right?” Li Cheng traced his fingers along the thunder sigil on Yuan Zheng’s arm.

That golden mark spiraled around his wrist—the insignia of the Lord of All Illusions.

What kind of torment must one endure to bear such a mark?

“Did it hurt?” Before Yuan Zheng could respond, Li Cheng blurted out the question again.

Yuan Zheng glanced down at the fingers brushing his wrist, the corner of his lips curving. He flexed his arm slightly. “There’s no wound. How could it hurt?”

Li Cheng met the depths of his gaze. “I meant when you went through the tribulation—did it hurt then?”

Yuan Zheng’s brows knit briefly, then eased. “Not as much as when you threw me away.”

Good lord…

Li Cheng was momentarily speechless.

“I thought you didn’t like me…”

“I do.” Yuan Zheng’s reply came without hesitation.

“I thought you were a demon, so I… threw you into a place that would help your cultivation.”

“That was the Realm of Malevolent Spirits.”

“I did it for your own good.” Li Cheng’s tone was both defensive and earnest, his awkward guilt oddly endearing.

“But I’m a god.”

“I’m sorry.” The apology slipped out before Li Cheng could stop it, his tone flipping so fast it startled even himself.

Yuan Zheng said nothing. He looked displeased.

“I won’t ever throw you away again.”

No matter how he tried, Li Cheng still didn’t feel like he’d regained the upper hand.

He lifted his eyes, meeting Yuan Zheng’s steady gaze. “Then why did you push me into the Evil Spirit Formation?”

Even though he knew it was a trial he was destined to face, the thought of Yuan Zheng being the one to push him still stung.

If Yuan Zheng hadn’t hated him back then…

Things might have been different.

And now—Li Cheng realized—this could be turned around to his advantage.

Yuan Zheng smiled. His eyes, cold and luminous as a deep pool, seemed to hold a thousand stars. His tone wasn’t defensive—it was coaxing.

“Your ninth tail only emerged after fighting through the Evil Spirit Formation.”

Li Cheng’s ears twitched slightly.

See?

He knew.

Li Cheng didn’t respond. Yuan Zheng went on softly: “The Evil Spirit Formation was a place you were destined to go.”

After a pause, he added, “But wasn’t I always with you?”

Li Cheng blinked. “With me?”

“You tricked me.” In all three hundred days he’d spent in that cursed array, he had never once seen Yuan Zheng. Not once.

That frozen hell of bones and resentment was nothing but torment—a place that haunted him even now.

Yuan Zheng lifted a finger and gently tapped Li Cheng’s chest. His eyes were weary, but his voice was quiet and sincere.

“A divine dragon has golden scales—it must never part with them. If they’re removed…”

He brushed a fingertip against Li Cheng’s nose. “Little fox, do you know what comes next?”

Li Cheng shook his head. “No idea.” Then, squinting slightly, “And what does that have to do with what we were just talking about?”

“Everything.” Yuan Zheng clearly disagreed.

“My golden scale is on you.” His gaze shimmered, his voice soft as mist.

The moment he finished, a golden glow rippled in the air before them—lines of elegant script unfurling neatly in the void.

It was the Dragon Clan’s ancestral decree.

Rows of characters filled the air, glowing faintly with divine energy.

At the center was the same phrase Yuan Zheng had just spoken—only this time, it continued further.

Li Cheng’s eyes narrowed, reading it carefully:

“A divine dragon has golden scales—it must never part with them. If they’re removed…”

If they’re removed…