Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 86

Zhou Ci carried him inside and gently laid him down on the living room sofa.

“Don’t move. I’ll bandage you up.”

When Zhou Ci came back with the first-aid kit, Li Cheng finally began to relax.

Because there was fresh blood on the wound, it was hard to tell it was a second injury—and it wasn’t even that deep.

Li Cheng didn’t think much of it.

But Zhou Ci treated it like a grave wound.

When the disinfectant touched his skin, Li Cheng really did feel the sting.

He grabbed Zhou Ci’s hand and pushed the cotton swab away, his expression full of refusal.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Zhou Ci patted his head gently. “The floor’s dirty. If I don’t disinfect it, it’ll get infected.”

“Just bear with it a bit, okay? It’ll be over soon. Be good.” His voice was soft, coaxing, tender.

Li Cheng gave him a sidelong glance. Zhou Ci added, “Who told you to run so fast?”

Li Cheng’s head hung low, long lashes trembling.

“You’re already a grown man. How do you still act like a little kid?” Zhou Ci’s tone held a light, helpless scolding.

A faint coolness brushed against the wound, and Li Cheng nearly broke his composure.

Zhou Ci carefully finished tending to the injury—asking at least ten times if it still hurt.

“Oh, right.” Once he finished wrapping the bandage, Zhou Ci suddenly remembered something. “Did you see a little fox anywhere?”

His gaze wandered around the room but found nothing.

“A little fox?” Li Cheng signed uncertainly, pausing halfway. “What fox?”

“You didn’t see it?” Zhou Ci frowned slightly. “A red one. Very pretty. I caught it earlier.”

Li Cheng almost choked—caught? That was him!

He had been taken to the Weapons Research Center and thought Zhou Ci was up to something, but then Zhou Ci actually brought him home.

His eyes carried clear confusion as he signed again: “Why did you catch a fox?”

“To keep it for you.” Zhou Ci blurted it out, even sounding a bit proud. “You’re alone at home all day—I thought you might get bored.”

He brushed his fingers over the newly bandaged leg, checking it with great care, speaking in an easy, light tone.

“See? Your husband’s good to you, isn’t he?”

Li Cheng: “……”

“Didn’t you see it? I left it right here on the sofa just now.” Zhou Ci glanced over again, frowning.

Li Cheng’s gaze darted away. He signed quickly: “It must’ve run off.”

Then, to shift Zhou Ci’s attention, he reached out and pulled the man into his arms.

Zhou Ci was still half crouched beside the sofa, organizing the first-aid kit.

Li Cheng sat upright, wrapping his arms around him.

Zhou Ci found the sudden affection surprisingly pleasant.

Who wouldn’t love a clingy, gorgeous lover?

Maybe he’d already crossed the line—now, just looking at Li Cheng made him feel warm all over.

He slid an arm around Li Cheng’s waist, giving a light squeeze, and said helplessly, “Why are you so timid? Even being home alone scares you.”

Li Cheng moved his head slightly against Zhou Ci’s neck, his fine hair brushing against Zhou Ci’s skin, making him itch all over.

Clutching the fabric at the back of Zhou Ci’s neck, Li Cheng slowly leaned closer, eyes glistening as he signed:

“My father used to hit me a lot. That’s why I’m scared of being home alone.”

Hearing that, Zhou Ci’s heart twisted painfully, his eyes flashing with both anger and sorrow.

He’d always known Li Cheng had lived a rough life, but hearing it directly from him made him want to hunt down that bastard of a father and beat him senseless.

Li Cheng glanced up again and signed softly:

“But Mr. Zhou treats me well. You don’t hit me. You don’t bully me. I’m grateful.”

He met Zhou Ci’s deep, unreadable gaze. “Thank you for not looking down on me… and for marrying me, Mr. Zhou.”

Zhou Ci took his hand, a sharp ache spreading through his chest.

Such a gentle, obedient, heartbreaking soul—
who could ever bear to hurt him?

“As long as I’m here, no one will ever dare hurt you again.” Zhou Ci’s voice was low, steady, almost solemn.

“And another thing,” he added, brushing his hand across Li Cheng’s cheek. “Don’t call me Mr. Zhou.”

“Call me husband.”

“We’re legally married here in the Realm of Delusion.”

He paused, pinched Li Cheng’s cheek lightly, and smiled faintly. “If only I could hear you call me that once, little mute.”

Li Cheng gazed at him for two seconds, his eyes hazy and unreadable.

Silently, he counted down in his heart.

Three, two, one…

“Mmph—”

His lips were suddenly sealed by the man before him, and Li Cheng’s heart swelled with quiet satisfaction.

There’s an old fox saying: If you lock eyes with someone for three seconds—
those who pity you will ask why you’re sad, and those who love you will kiss you.

Li Cheng opened his mouth and bit Zhou Ci—
playfully, just to tease—
but his fangs came out instinctively.

This time, the bite actually broke skin.

Realizing it, Li Cheng quickly retracted his fangs. Thankfully, Zhou Ci didn’t seem to notice.

Zhou Ci winced slightly at the sting.

But as the metallic tang of blood spread through the kiss—

Li Cheng froze.

Why did Zhou Ci’s blood taste like that?

It carried the essence of a divine soul—immensely powerful.

That blood…

Li Cheng pushed Zhou Ci back, staring at the man licking his own lips, feeling both confused and—greedily—wanting more.

He reached up, slid his hand behind Zhou Ci’s neck, and leaned in again.

This time, he kissed the blood off Zhou Ci’s lips—
swallowing it down.

He even had the urge to bite him again.

【Host, what are you doing? Drinking his blood now?!】

Li Cheng suddenly realized what he was doing and froze.

Why did this feel exactly like a seductive fox spirit draining a man’s essence?

No—more importantly—
why did Zhou Ci’s blood carry such immense divine energy?

Could he have some hidden identity?

Earlier, Ah Keng had said that even the system didn’t have clearance to access Yan Jin’s information…

Could Zhou Ci also be a god undergoing mortal tribulation?

Li Cheng’s fingers brushed lightly over Zhou Ci’s lips, wiping away the last trace of red.

Gods each had their own divine consciousness realms—vast inner worlds revealing their true nature.

If one could enter it, they could see everything.

But Zhou Ci appeared entirely human; entering his consciousness realm should’ve been impossible.

Li Cheng pressed his thumb against Zhou Ci’s lips again, pushing slightly past them—
touching his jaw from the inside.