Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 81

【Host, he’s not trying to hurt you. Do not interfere.】

“What are you trying to do?”

As soon as the first word left Li Cheng’s lips, Zhou Ci gave a slight nod.

Li Cheng lifted his foot to run for the door, but before he could even take a full step, Zhou Ci caught him and pulled him back.

Blocking his way, Zhou Ci’s expression turned devilishly sharp. “Why are you running, sweetheart?”

He reached for the thermostat and turned the room temperature from twenty-six to twenty, then to sixteen, and finally let it stop at thirteen degrees.

The next morning, when Li Cheng woke up, Zhou Ci was gone.

He sat up halfway and rubbed at the space between his brows.

Where was Zhou Ci?

【He’s making breakfast for you.】

Li Cheng got out of bed and reached for his clothes from yesterday—only for his vision to darken slightly. He went to Zhou Ci’s wardrobe instead, found a set that fit, and put them on before opening the bedroom door.

Sure enough, Zhou Ci was in the kitchen making breakfast. He even had an apron tied around his waist—such a jarring image, and yet, strangely familiar.

Li Cheng stepped into the kitchen, wrapped his arms around Zhou Ci’s waist from behind, and pressed himself against him. He tilted his head, impatient to check the side of Zhou Ci’s neck.

When he saw it clearly, his mood instantly lifted.

【Fox Host! Zhou Ci’s Heart-Sealing Spell has sprouted two tails! Two tails mean emotional attachment—he’s starting to have feelings for you!】

Li Cheng muttered inwardly: But he sure doesn’t seem to admit it.

【Zhou Ci might just be the type who’s all pride and no surrender. Even if the sky fell, his stubborn mouth would still be talking back.】

【But that’s fine. When it matters most, people always follow their hearts. I believe he won’t hurt you anymore, Fox Host.】

Li Cheng sighed silently: He still wants to use me as research material, though.

“Why didn’t you sleep in a little longer?”

Zhou Ci’s voice pulled Li Cheng out of his thoughts.

He turned his head toward him, caught Li Cheng’s hand, and asked softly, “What do you want to eat?”

Li Cheng flipped his hand over, opened Zhou Ci’s palm, and traced four characters on it.

“Braised Zhou Ci.”

Zhou Ci’s hand froze. The corner of his mouth twitched upward before he turned, handed the spatula to Li Cheng, and said with a chuckle, “Then you do the cooking.”

When Li Cheng didn’t move, Zhou Ci ruffled his hair lightly.

Suddenly, he realized that before Li Cheng appeared, this house had always been cold and lifeless. But with him here, everything felt different.

Could someone like this really be half-demon?

Kind, pure, innocent, and so easy to deceive—could Li Cheng truly be a demon?

Zhou Ci ladled a bowl of vegetable porridge, placed it in front of Li Cheng, and said, “Eat first if you’re hungry.”

Li Cheng took the bowl, leaned in, and kissed Zhou Ci’s cheek before carrying the porridge out of the kitchen.

Zhou Ci’s mood lifted even more as he continued cooking.

But before Li Cheng could even take a sip of porridge, he heard A-Keng’s urgent voice ring in his ear.

【Fox Host! Fox Host! The fox demon is wreaking havoc again! You can’t delay this time—you must subdue it!】

Li Cheng looked toward the kitchen and saw Zhou Ci on the phone.

When the call ended, Zhou Ci came straight out, strapped the soul-extraction gun to his arm band, and tucked a compact hunting pistol at his waist.

Li Cheng blinked in confusion, waiting for an explanation.

After securing his weapons, Zhou Ci walked over. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to hug Li Cheng.

He pinched Li Cheng’s cheek, his tone serious yet gentle. “Breakfast’s in the pot. I’ll be back later, okay?”

After a pause, he added softly, “Be good and wait for me at home. Don’t go anywhere, understand?”

Zhou Ci’s voice was quiet, even uncharacteristically tender.

Li Cheng’s gaze flicked to the gun strapped to Zhou Ci’s arm—Weapon Research Center’s most powerful genetic firearm, capable of stripping a demon’s spirit from its host.

The Little Tail (A-Keng’s spirit form) didn’t have its main divine soul, so its power was weak. The gun still posed some threat to him.

But the fox demon out there wasn’t from the Illusory Realm—it was a five-tailed white fox. How could that gun possibly harm it?

Li Cheng grasped Zhou Ci’s hand, then released it and signed, “You’ve got a mission?”

“Mm.” Zhou Ci nodded, his gaze lingering on Li Cheng’s face. “Just a small thing.”

A small thing.

Would a “small thing” really require the head of the Weapon Research Center to personally go?

Li Cheng felt both pleased and annoyed by Zhou Ci’s deliberate secrecy.

Lowering his eyes, he slowly signed, “Then be careful. Don’t get hurt.”

Zhou Ci’s lips curved into a teasing smile, his tone suddenly light and mischievous. “Don’t worry. The only one who can hurt me is you.”

Li Cheng sighed inwardly—Really? He’s still joking at a time like this?

He placed a hand on Zhou Ci’s arm where the gun rested. A faint red divine light—barely visible to the naked eye—spread across the weapon, spiraling around its core.

【Host, this is getting ridiculous. You’re infusing divine power into a gun now?】

Li Cheng glanced at the glowing weapon, the corner of his mouth lifting in satisfaction. What do you know? A husband should protect his own spouse. What if he gets himself killed?

【Fine, fine—your “spouse.”】

【Well, now that gun’s truly a soul-extraction weapon.】

Zhou Ci looked at the obedient man before him and decided to follow his instincts.

His wife. If he wanted to hold him—he would.

In the next instant, Li Cheng was pulled into a familiar embrace. His eyes flicked instinctively to Zhou Ci’s neck—and froze.

Another tail had appeared.

What the hell?

Why did it feel like Zhou Ci had suddenly been struck by some kind of love curse?