Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 88

“Open your mouth.” Zhou Ci’s hand rested at the back of Li Cheng’s neck.

Li Cheng frowned slightly, parting his lips with a soft, obedient sound. “Ah.”

The moment he opened his mouth, he felt a strong force pull him forward by the neck—

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Zhou Ci’s hand slid down to Li Cheng’s waist, supple and boneless under his touch. He murmured against his lips, “Your husband’s money doesn’t grow on trees. Let me kiss and touch you enough before we talk about it.”

Li Cheng couldn’t speak—nor did Zhou Ci give him the chance.

Whether by force or desire, Zhou Ci got what he wanted.

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After a long while, when Li Cheng thought the ordeal was finally over, Zhou Ci’s voice came again, low and dark.

Wiping the corner of Li Cheng’s mouth, he asked, “Who’s Yan Jin?”

Li Cheng’s eyes flickered for a moment before he looked back at him. “Yan Jin? Who’s Yan Jin?” His tone was serious, his head shaking firmly. “I don’t know him.”

Zhou Ci grabbed the back of his neck, his voice filled with displeasure. “You’re a terrible liar. I want the truth.”

“You even call his name in your sleep.” The gritted words burned with fury.

Li Cheng avoided his gaze, his eyes darting around the room, saying nothing.

“An ex-boyfriend?” Zhou Ci’s tone was low, his expression shadowed, deadly calm.

Uh… this—

Li Cheng pressed his lips together in a thin line. When he realized there was no escaping it, he finally shook his head, reluctant. “No. I don’t have… an ex-boyfriend.”

Not an ex-boyfriend! He was a husband!

“Heh.” Zhou Ci leaned closer, his breath heavy. “Where is he, then? When did you two meet? How long were you together?”

What?? Did this man not understand words?

Li Cheng caught Zhou Ci’s hand, his tone coaxing and soft. “I told you, there’s no ex-boyfriend. There’s only you.”

To prove his words, he threw himself into Zhou Ci’s arms, his voice trembling but earnest. “I only like you.”

That line melted Zhou Ci instantly. “Really?”

“Really.” Li Cheng lifted his head from Zhou Ci’s chest and leaned closer, their faces inches apart.

His warm breath brushed Zhou Ci’s skin, leaving it burning.

A second later, their lips met—soft, teasing, and intoxicating.

He knew exactly how to handle Zhou Ci.

Such a beautiful, alluring lover—it was only natural others might fall for him.

That Yan Jin must’ve had good taste, Zhou Ci thought bitterly.

But good taste was useless—because his lover had just said those words: only him, only Zhou Ci, had ever touched him like this.

Even the most covetous man was nothing but a jealous fool on the outside looking in.

He’d better never cross Zhou Ci’s path.

Li Cheng noticed the darkness still clouding Zhou Ci’s expression. He brushed a finger over his furrowed brows. “Keep scowling like that and you can sleep on the floor.”

Zhou Ci immediately pulled him closer. “You’ve gotten bolder.”

“Taking advantage of the fact that I spoil you, aren’t you?” he muttered, closing his eyes, satisfaction softening his tone.

Li Cheng gripped his shirt collar, his voice faint—so faint Zhou Ci had to listen closely to hear it. It sounded helpless, maybe even a little aggrieved.

“Yeah.”

“If it weren’t for you, I’d still be working at that beast bar, getting bullied by people—still that mute no one wanted to talk to, hiding in the corner.”

Li Cheng’s fox-like eyes glimmered with quiet allure as they met Zhou Ci’s deep, unblinking gaze.

“So if you ever stop liking me… what am I supposed to do?” His voice was soft, laced with melancholy, fading into the air like fragile mist.

His expression was so fragile, so full of quiet despair, he looked like he might cry again at any moment. His fingers brushed gently against Zhou Ci’s cheek.

“You know, I’ve thought about it. You’re so powerful—it never made sense to me that someone like you would like someone like me.”

“Sometimes I wonder if it’s because there’s something you want from me. Maybe you’re using me. Maybe you don’t even… like me at all.”

“Nonsense.” Zhou Ci immediately ruffled his hair. “Who’s been filling your head with that nonsense?”

Li Cheng noticed the slight shift in Zhou Ci’s expression and pressed on quietly.

“I’m not stupid… I can tell. That researcher at the Weapon Research Center—he looks at me the same way he looks at those beasts.”

His gaze dropped, then slowly lifted again, weak and weary.

“Zhou Ci, if there’s something you want from me, just tell me. Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.”

His voice trembled as tears welled up again, blurring his eyes. His throat tightened.

“I just don’t want to be thrown away by you… not like that, not without knowing why…”

Zhou Ci’s chest clenched so hard it felt like he couldn’t breathe.

He silenced Li Cheng’s words with a kiss. “What are you thinking all day?” he whispered, pulling him tightly into his arms.

He stroked his back gently, his voice soft. “How could I ever abandon you?”

Even so, he could still feel Li Cheng’s small frame shaking, trembling against him, thin as if even a breeze could carry him away.

“I’ll always protect you. I don’t want anything from you.” Zhou Ci’s tone gentled even further. “Stop crying. Why do you cry so easily?”

Li Cheng was still sniffling when A-Keng’s voice suddenly rang in his mind.

【Fox Host, Fox Host! Zhou Ci’s Heart-Seal Technique just sprouted two more tails! You really know how to handle him!】

【Mission progress update—secured long-term survival within the Realm of Delusion under Zhou Ci’s protection: 70% complete!】

【Once he completely falls in love with you, we’ll rule the Realm of Delusion!】

Li Cheng tilted his head slightly, his gaze landing on the bright red mark blooming against Zhou Ci’s neck—radiant as a manjusaka flower. (t/n: The manjusaka, or red spider lily, symbolizes love intertwined with death and longing in East Asian culture.)

“You’ll always protect me?” Li Cheng asked, as if seeking a promise.

“Mm.” Zhou Ci’s fingers brushed away the lingering tears on his face. “Always.”

Li Cheng’s eyes softened. He wrapped his arms around Zhou Ci’s waist. “Remember what you just said.”

Zhou Ci chuckled lowly, his tone carrying a faint, teasing rasp. “Of course.”

Satisfied, Li Cheng leaned forward and kissed his cheek.