Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 90

Once the door slammed shut, Li Cheng’s trembling hand stayed pressed against the doorknob. The veins on the back of his hand stood out, pulsing faintly with an unnatural red hue.

He turned and staggered deeper into the apartment, his steps unsteady and chaotic, like someone drunk.

When Zhou Ci moved forward to help him, Li Cheng shoved him away and ran straight into the bedroom—locking the door behind him in one sharp motion.

“I just need to rest for a bit. Call me later…”

His voice was low and soft through the door, fading quickly into silence.

“Li Cheng.” Zhou Ci’s expression darkened with worry. His hand rested on the doorknob, about to turn it.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?”

He tried to push the door open several times before realizing—it had been locked from the inside.

Inside, all sounds were gradually disappearing.

“Why’d you lock the door?”

No answer.

Zhou Ci’s voice grew more urgent. “Open the door and let me see you.”

Inside, Li Cheng was slumped weakly against the door. After a moment, his strength gave out entirely, and he slid to the floor.

“Li Cheng?” Zhou Ci knocked again, worry rising like a tide.

“Where does it hurt? I’ll take you to a doctor—just open the door.” His voice softened into coaxing concern.

Li Cheng’s breathing deepened, his skin flushed a vivid red.

This drug—there was no way it was as simple as they claimed.

His control was slipping—not only over his mind, but over his very form.

Bloodlust surged in his eyes.

He wanted to kill.

He wanted to see blood.

The murderous urge that surfaced from the fog of his thoughts was impossible to suppress. Everything before his eyes shimmered with a deep crimson hue.

If he was right…

That drug Bai Si injected him with was meant to trigger his demonic form—to make him lose control and commit a massacre.

If so, then dragging him into a laboratory afterward would seem like a “righteous act”—eliminating a dangerous monster.

A killer demon.

In the Illusory Realm, there was no place for such a thing.

Li Cheng’s hands trembled violently. As his claws began to lengthen, his breathing turned ragged. He sank against the wall, muttering through clenched teeth, “I want… to kill someone.”

【Master, that serum had hallucinogens added—it drives its target into uncontrollable rage and bloodlust.】

【If we stay here, we won’t hurt anyone. Zhou Ci can’t get in right now.】

【The effect should last only thirty minutes.】

Li Cheng shook his head violently. Outside, Little Tail felt his agitation and began to panic too.

Zhou Ci was still pounding on the door; the quieter it grew inside, the more frantic he became.

Bai Si had come today with official credentials from the Supreme Bureau—by all logic, it should’ve been just a standard procedure. Nothing abnormal should have happened.

So why was Li Cheng acting like this now?

Bai Si… that lunatic.

Could he have used this chance to test him?

The thought made Zhou Ci’s fists slam harder against the door. “Li Cheng? Are you okay?”

Inside, Li Cheng drew a shaky breath, forcing himself to respond. “I’m fine.”

Zhou Ci heard the roughness in his breathing—too quick, too uneven. “If you’re fine, why’d you lock the door?”

“Get out!”

Li Cheng’s sudden roar was harsh, sharp—a cold command laced with agitation, a desperate attempt to keep distance.

He thought Zhou Ci’s temper would flare and send him storming away.

But instead, Zhou Ci didn’t leave. He threw himself against the door.

“Open up, I’m worried about you!”

Li Cheng’s bloodlust thickened in his gaze. He dragged a stool over, wedging it under the handle to block the door.

He didn’t want to hurt Zhou Ci.

No one could appear before him right now.

This murderous impulse—it wasn’t his own. And he couldn’t control it.

The rage inside him rose like a storm-tossed sea, leaving no room for self-restraint.

Human-made drugs shouldn’t even affect a divine being like him—but this one clearly wasn’t simple.

Li Cheng’s trembling fingers curved like blades, the sharp tips glinting faintly red. The thought flickered across his mind—blood must look beautiful.

But he couldn’t hurt anyone else.

He lifted his left hand and drew one claw lightly across his right arm.

A deep gash opened instantly, blood flowing down in slow, glistening drops.

The cut was too deep—he felt an almost thrilling rush as he watched the scarlet trail wind down to his fingertips.

Lowering his head, he licked the blood from his skin.

Then he touched his neck—thin crimson lines appeared there too, bright and terrible.

【Ahh! Master, don’t hurt yourself! Just—just kill me instead!】

【Please bite me, anything—but don’t hurt yourself!】

Li Cheng’s mind blurred. The pounding behind him grew louder—it was Zhou Ci breaking down the door.

He couldn’t let him in.

He mustn’t.

Otherwise, he might really kill him.

“Li Cheng!” Zhou Ci’s heart was in chaos. He couldn’t hear a sound from inside.

Had Li Cheng fainted?

His body had always been fragile—could a simple blood draw really have gone wrong?

He stepped back twice—then slammed his shoulder into the door.

Bang… bang… bang!

Each hit made the door shake violently.

The lock bolt was bending under the pressure.

Li Cheng looked up; the doorframe had already started to splinter.

If Zhou Ci kept going, he’d break it down any second.

Panicked, Li Cheng staggered toward the window. His steps were clumsy, uneven.

Bang! The door burst open.

The first thing Zhou Ci saw was blood—spattered across the floor.

His heart dropped into his stomach. “Li Cheng…”

Following the trail of red, his gaze lifted—only to see a half-human, half-fox figure by the window, trying to leap out.

For a second, Zhou Ci froze.

In his mind, Li Cheng had always been delicate, fragile—someone who needed protecting.

He never once connected this creature to him.

His first thought was—a demon broke in and attacked him!

Before reason could catch up, his instincts took over.

He drew his gun, pointing it straight at the figure by the window.

“What monster dares invade this place?!”

The moment Li Cheng turned around, Zhou Ci’s hand trembled violently.

Li Cheng!

The boy before him—half human, half demon—had eyes burning with murderous rage.

It hit him like lightning.

Li Cheng really was half human, half demon.

But instead of fear, Zhou Ci’s first thought was: Bai Si must never find out.

That man was insane enough to experiment on his own child—if he discovered this, Li Cheng wouldn’t survive the night.

Zhou Ci’s chest heaved, his breathing heavy.

He had taken Li Cheng in out of suspicion—wanting to observe him, to study him, even to claim this rare experimental subject for himself.

But now… his heart wouldn’t let him think that way anymore.

So what if he was a demon?

He would protect him.

Li Cheng’s eyes met his. The violent craving inside him surged.

Seeing a living human so close… the hunger burned hotter.

His mind fractured, tipping toward madness.

Zhou Ci’s gun—something meant to protect him—was now pointed straight at his chest.

That thought twisted into something dark and bitter: If I kill him, he’ll never hurt me again.

The bloodlust exploded.

Li Cheng turned sharply from the window—

And lunged straight at Zhou Ci.

Kill him!