Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 106

“Only to shield the one I love.”

Li Cheng unconsciously read the words aloud from the floating golden script.

A shock rippled through his chest, his heartbeat thundering.

So back then—when he was dying in the Evil Spirit Formation, when that sudden force surged from inside him and shattered the malevolent spirits—

That force…

Was Yuan Zheng’s.

It had dispersed the wraiths and allowed Li Cheng to strike down the core of the array.

And afterward, his ninth tail grew—completing him, making him a true nine-tailed fire fox with divine status.

But that mysterious power had never appeared again.

He had assumed it was something like the breath of the heavens before his ninth tail formed.

Now he understood.

Yuan Zheng had been protecting him.

His golden scale… was on Li Cheng.

Li Cheng’s hand slid into Yuan Zheng’s palm.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” His lips trembled slightly, a storm of emotions swirling in his eyes and chest.

“I was recovering.” Yuan Zheng reversed their grip, fingers tightening around Li Cheng’s.

“I’m not fully healed even now.”

At those words, Li Cheng suddenly remembered what Yuan Zheng had said about separating parts of his divine soul. During his tribulation, he had already lost two souls…

If his divine soul was incomplete…

“So right now… you really can’t stay in the mortal world for long?” Li Cheng asked, his heart twisting.

Worse than that—Yuan Zheng spent most of his time wandering the realms in the form of his black dragon spirit. It didn’t make him weaker, but it was a problem.

Yuan Zheng placed the freshly braided flower crown onto Li Cheng’s head. Instead of answering, he murmured—

“Little fox, you’re beautiful.”

“I’m asking something serious.” Li Cheng pulled the topic back.

“Kiss me, and I’ll tell you.” Yuan Zheng’s amused tone made it clear he was scheming again.

Li Cheng turned his face away in annoyance. “Aside from the souls you pulled out yourself… the two you lost during your tribulation—you can’t get those back, can you?”

One second.

Two seconds.

Three…

Yuan Zheng’s expression paused. He said nothing.

Li Cheng grabbed the front of his robes, voice sharp—“Can you or not?”

So this was the price of bearing the thunder seal that made all creation tremble…

“Mm. They shattered.”

Yuan Zheng spoke calmly, as though stating something ordinary.

But the words hit Li Cheng like a blow to the chest. He immediately asked, “Can I help you find them?”

Yuan Zheng’s brows tightened before he finally answered with honesty:

“You can find them. Even shattered, my fragments will still love you… and draw toward you.”

Li Cheng seemed to make a silent decision. “Then I’ll help you retrieve them.”

“Little fox thinks I’m a crippled dragon.” Yuan Zheng’s response was something Li Cheng had absolutely not expected.

Li Cheng: …………

“I do not.”

“But I don’t want you suffering for my sake.” Yuan Zheng said seriously.

“But I don’t want to marry a crippled dragon.”

Yuan Zheng: ?????

Li Cheng burst into laughter. “I’m saying—since I already need to search for the lost tails, bringing your torn soul fragments back along the way is really just killing two birds with one stone.”

While he spoke, Yuan Zheng’s hand slipped beneath Li Cheng’s clothes, directly circling his waist and brushing warm skin.

Li Cheng shivered, slapped his hand through the thin fabric. “What are you doing!”

“Touching.” Yuan Zheng’s low voice was inexplicably husky, seductive.

His fingers continued to wander across Li Cheng’s skin, pausing and tracing, making him squirm involuntarily from the ticklish sensation.

“Don’t move—I’m ticklish…”

His voice quivered with that very same ticklish note—
like a damp feather brushing his heart, scattering someone’s self-control to ash.

Li Cheng tugged sharply at Yuan Zheng’s hair. “I’m talking about something serious!”

“Have you even been listening?”

“Yes. Little fox wants to find the soul fragments I lost.”

Yuan Zheng cupped Li Cheng’s face. “Don’t go.”

“Why?” Li Cheng blinked, confused.

“I’m afraid they’ll treat you badly.”

Li Cheng’s lashes lowered. “But… aren’t they all you?”

Though yes… that could be a problem.

Yuan Zheng’s hand tightened around him. “If you find my fragments—and they treat you poorly, kill them.”

Li Cheng: ………………

“Killing them seems too cheap a punishment.”

Yuan Zheng’s lips curved faintly. “Any soul fragment the little fox dislikes—we won’t bring back. I don’t want it.”

Li Cheng found that surprisingly reasonable. He said slowly—

“If I don’t like them, I’ll crush them even smaller. You can stay a crippled dragon forever.”

The moment he finished, Li Cheng suddenly felt something coil around him—
a tail.

Black.

Dragon scales gleaming under the light.

Huh?

A dragon tail?

“Your tail…” Li Cheng’s eyes widened.

So he really did spend most of his time in true form…

In such a short moment, the tail had already appeared.

Yuan Zheng’s dragon tail slid sinuously against him, the tip lifting Li Cheng’s collar and slipping inside.

Li Cheng gasped, voice breaking into a soft, startled moan.

Yuan Zheng cupped the back of his neck and echoed his earlier words—
“Mm. If you don’t like them, crush them smaller.”

The next second, Li Cheng’s lips were captured.

“Mm…”

With a smooth turn, Yuan Zheng pressed Li Cheng down into the bed of flowers.

Looking down at him from above, he murmured—

“I’m entering seclusion the day after tomorrow.”

“Let me kiss you.”