Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 107

Li Cheng’s fingers curled weakly; a dazed shimmer flashed in his eyes, tinged with shy hesitation. “You…”

He looked at Yuan Zheng with a gaze that seemed to see straight through him. “Just a kiss?”

A faint cherry-red washed over Li Cheng’s eyes as he turned his flushed face aside.

“Little fox, why don’t you guess?”

He hadn’t even finished before Yuan Zheng cut him off.

“Bastard!” Li Cheng shot back through gritted teeth.

Yuan Zheng placed his hand on Li Cheng’s lips, stroking with a touch that was neither hard nor soft. “Call me.”

Li Cheng’s head spun, his voice turning inexplicably soft. “C-call you… what…”

“Call me by my name.”

“Yuan Zheng…” Little fox whispered it — the only name in his mind and heart.

His gentle voice felt like it was lifted by the breeze, carrying a faint, sweet ripple.

“Yuan Zheng…”

“Yuan Zheng… Yuan Zheng…” Li Cheng grabbed fistfuls of Yuan Zheng’s black hair, repeating his name over and over.

A streak of light tore across the sky; crimson clouds spread in an instant. The little fox remained in Yuan Zheng’s embrace the entire time.

Yuan Zheng’s gaze burned, his voice dampened at the edges.

“Say it again.”

Li Cheng bent his fingers, biting down on his knuckles with a resentful whine. “You’re mean…”

Yuan Zheng’s lips lifted slightly. “I’m not mean. Don’t be afraid of me.”

Li Cheng met his gaze directly, lips parting.

“I like it when you’re mean.”

……

Before the last of the glowing sunset faded, Yuan Zheng brought Li Cheng back into the Realm of Mirage.

There was still much that needed to be resolved.

Yuan Zheng shifted into the appearance of Zhou Ci and returned to the Weapons Research Center.

There, acting as its highest-ranking authority, he terminated every gene-differentiation project.

Then he led the entire staff and weapons system of the center to overthrow the High Authority.

As the new ruler of the Realm of Mirage, Yuan Zheng personally signed a mutual non-interference treaty with the demon beasts.

From that point on—

In the Realm of Mirage,
humans, demons, and beasts coexisted in shared harmony, equal and mutually beneficial.

No research institutes would ever again profit from experimenting on demon beasts.
The Black Sector disappeared completely.

Yuan Zheng couldn’t stay long in the mortal realm. After only a few days of tying up loose ends, he took Li Cheng back to Nine-Qing Mountain.

Li Cheng sat atop Yuan Zheng’s dragon body, gently brushing his fingers along those black scales.
“I’ll definitely bring your lost shards back.”

Once they reached Nine-Qing Mountain, Yuan Zheng refused to let Li Cheng leave.

“I still have to find the tail…”

The black dragon circled tightly around him.

“And your shattered shards — those too.” Li Cheng reminded pointedly.

The black dragon blocked every possible escape route.

“Weren’t you planning to go into seclusion…?”

The dragon lowered his massive head to Li Cheng’s, warm breath brushing over his face, ruffling hair and making his entire body feel weightless. Still, he stubbornly held Li Cheng in place.

Li Cheng raised a hand and rubbed the black dragon’s head. In an instant, the fierce, intimidating gaze softened into affectionate obedience.

“Then I’ll go after you fall asleep.” he coaxed gently.

Hearing that, the black dragon immediately lifted Li Cheng onto his back again. He padded to the same patch of swallow-tail flowers as before, curled his large body into a tight circle, and placed Li Cheng at the warm center.

Yuan Zheng’s spirit was incomplete — he needed to enter seclusion often. Li Cheng understood that perfectly.

So he soothed him without hesitation.

“Sleep.”

“Once you wake up, I’ll be right back.”

At those words, the black dragon’s eyes slowly drifted closed.

After a long while, Li Cheng felt the surrounding air grow steadily colder.

A chill like the depths of an ice cellar seeped through the air.

The black dragon became coated in frost, and in moments turned into an enormous dragon-shaped ice sculpture.

Li Cheng plucked a swallow-tail blossom from the ground and tucked it behind the dragon’s horn.

“Good boy.”

He stayed with the big black dragon for a long, long time before finally returning to the mortal realm.

A-Keng, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly jolted awake like someone on their deathbed springing up for one last shout:

【Ahhh Fox Host, next world— you’re so scandalous…】