Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 70

【He doesn’t look like it though. Look at those abs, pecs, and biceps—he doesn’t seem like someone who can’t perform.】

【Maybe he’s secretly a Ninja Turtle?】

【And the size… wouldn’t that break him if they cultivate together?】

Li Cheng: ??? Could you, I don’t know, act human for once?

【I was never human to begin with.】

Li Cheng: ……

“Tsk.” Li Cheng frowned. This man was so hard to seduce!

A few minutes later, when Zhou Ci came out of the shower, Li Cheng was rummaging through the fridge.

“Hungry?”

Hearing the low, deep voice behind him, Li Cheng turned around and nodded.

“Me too. You cook. Anything in the fridge is fair game.” Zhou Ci’s gaze drifted from the fridge full of meats and vegetables to Li Cheng.

The meaning was clear.

Li Cheng tilted his head slightly—was he seriously asking him to cook?

【Yes, Fox Host. They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach! Try breaking through that wall!】

Li Cheng: Thanks a lot, but I’m not catching that.

He had planned to refuse, but Zhou Ci left right after giving the order.

Watching the man’s back disappear, Li Cheng reluctantly braced himself and made the only dish he could handle—fried rice with eggs.

When he set down two plates of slightly burnt fried rice and eggs on the table, Zhou Ci didn’t even glance up from his holographic newspaper. He just scooped up a spoonful and shoved it into his mouth.

His brow furrowed instantly.

“Cough, cough… cough—” Zhou Ci glared down at the plate, frown deepening even further.

He set the spoon down.

“I heard you’ve always lived with your father, and that you took care of his meals and daily life.”

His tone dripped with disdain as his gaze flicked toward the plate.

“So this is how you two survived all these years?”

Zhou Ci pushed the plate toward Li Cheng with the tip of his finger, voice cool and detached.

“Do it again.”

Li Cheng’s lips curved in a sharp, sarcastic smile—completely breaking character. Who in their right mind would take this kind of attitude?

Like hell he would!

He had never cooked for anyone in his life!

Li Cheng dumped Zhou Ci’s portion onto his own plate, hands moving so fast it was almost like casting a spell.

“I’m your spouse, not your servant. Eat it or don’t. I don’t care.”

Zhou Ci made a faint sound of acknowledgment. He found the way the other man’s fingers danced through the air—his signing fast and full of attitude—unexpectedly adorable.

Like a puffed-up kitten.

Li Cheng ignored him after that, sitting down and eating by himself.

“Ugh…”

After taking a bite, he decided it wasn’t that bad. Just a little burnt.

Zhou Ci didn’t get angry at his attitude.

Even though the food was terrible, Li Cheng kept shoveling it in—one bite after another. That made Zhou Ci frown even more.

He shut off the holographic paper, stood up, and took away Li Cheng’s tragic excuse for food.

Then walked into the kitchen.

Li Cheng’s eyes followed him, full of suspicion. What was he up to?

【Probably couldn’t stand it anymore. He’s cooking himself.】

Li Cheng: Nice.

Half an hour later, Zhou Ci came out carrying two dishes—spicy stir-fried ribs and baby bok choy.

Li Cheng’s stomach had been growling for ages. Seeing the food, he eagerly served Zhou Ci a bowl of rice and even picked out two pieces of meat for him.

After that little show of goodwill, he dug in without hesitation.

Watching Li Cheng’s eager movements for some reason put Zhou Ci in a surprisingly good mood.

Li Cheng bit into a rib—flavorful, fragrant, tender—and suddenly, a sharp ache twisted in his chest. His light-colored eyes dropped, his grip on the chopsticks tightening.

He looked up at Zhou Ci. The taste of this dish was identical to the one Yan Jin used to make—down to the last detail.

The food tasted the same.

But Zhou Ci no longer remembered him.

Lost in thought, Li Cheng didn’t even notice Zhou Ci push a glass of water toward him.

“Eat slower.” Zhou Ci’s tone was calm, neither light nor heavy.

Li Cheng’s eyes flicked toward the clear water beside his hand.

The ache in his chest deepened.

He set his chopsticks down, picked up the glass, and let out a faint, bitter smile. His gaze darkened like a bottomless pit—no escape, no end.

He tightened his grip on the cup and asked Akeng, What did Zhou Ci put in the water?

【Fox Host, it’s a genetic serum—one that forces demons to reveal their true form.】

【Zhou Ci is testing you.】

Li Cheng smiled faintly.

He was a god, not a demon.

That kind of thing couldn’t hurt him—at most, it might make him drowsy for a few hours. No big deal.

If drinking it would lower Zhou Ci’s guard, then it was actually a good opportunity to play along.

Li Cheng picked up the glass, met Zhou Ci’s sharp, wolf-like eyes, and drank it all in one go.

But after that little incident, he lost all appetite.

After finishing the water, he stood up to leave the table, but before he could take a step, Zhou Ci’s voice stopped him.

“Full already?”

Li Cheng frowned. A wave of dizziness hit him hard. He grabbed the edge of the table, his vision swimming.

Zhou Ci looked him up and down.

“What’s wrong? Feeling unwell?”

The tone carried a hint of contempt—like he had expected this. It didn’t sound like concern at all.

Li Cheng steadied himself, signing quickly with wary eyes:

“Your food’s terrible. I don’t like it.”

Without another glance, he walked to the living room and sank onto the soft, cloud-like sofa, his breathing shallow and uneven.

How much of the drug had he used?

【Five times the normal dosage.】

Li Cheng: He really thinks highly of me, huh.

【Fox Host, you should rest. The effect will last around three hours.】

A brief pause—then Akeng added, 【Fox Host, your little tail is still inside your divine consciousness. This serum will affect him badly if you don’t release him soon!】

Hearing that, Li Cheng forced himself upright, using the sofa for support. Then, staggering slightly, he made his way outside.

Zhou Ci watched him go, noting the desperate attempt to flee.

That only confirmed his suspicion—Li Cheng must be half-human, half-demon.

If his guess was right, Li Cheng’s true form would reveal itself very soon.

Zhou Ci glanced at the holographic clock, the corner of his lips lifting slightly.

Meanwhile, Li Cheng had already run into the yard, finding a shadowed corner.

He opened his divine consciousness and released the little tail.

The moment the young man emerged, he collapsed to the ground. Li Cheng knew he was out of time.

He crouched down beside him, bit his fingertip, and let divine blood drip onto the boy’s forehead.

【Fox Host, what are you doing?! You barely have any divine power left! Sharing it is dangerous!】

Li Cheng ignored Akeng.

The boy was badly hurt. Forcing his form to stabilize would only make it worse.

Sharing some of his divine power could temporarily suppress the boy’s demonic traits—
it was the best choice he had.

As soon as the divine blood sank into the boy’s forehead, his fangs vanished, his claws turned human, and the violent demonic aura dissipated.

The boy’s eyes slowly opened, weak but lucid.

“Master…”

Li Cheng’s gaze was firm. “Hide. I can’t protect you right now.”

Without his demon traits exposed, it should be fine for a while.

That was the most practical solution he could think of.

“I understand, Master.” The boy pushed himself up and disappeared into the darkness around the corner.

As soon as he left, Li Cheng stood—and immediately saw Zhou Ci approaching from the other side.

Their eyes met.

Li Cheng’s steps faltered. His balance gave out, and he stumbled straight into Zhou Ci’s arms.

His fox-like eyes shimmered with exhaustion and hazy warmth. He tilted his head slightly, signing softly, every motion languid and tender:

“Carry me to bed.”