Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 94

His heart trembled along with his irritation.

“Hmph.” He turned his gaze away, throat moving as he muttered quickly, “You’re answering the wrong question.”

Li Cheng inched closer to Zhou Ci, his warm, sweet breath brushing across the man’s face. “What are you so nervous about? I’m not going to eat you.”

Zhou Ci finally understood.

This little fox had come here with one goal from the very start—
To seduce him.

He wanted Zhou Ci to fall for him, to be willing to protect him like just now, willingly, helplessly.

Zhou Ci suddenly lunged forward, pinning Li Cheng against the corner of the couch. His fingers gripped the fox’s chin.

“You really are a shameless little seducer, aren’t you?”

Li Cheng met his gaze without flinching, not losing an ounce of his boldness. “I’m not a seducer.”

“Oh?” Zhou Ci’s lips curved faintly. “Then what are you?”

“Your wife.”

That lazy, silken tone, paired with those two words, made Zhou Ci’s head buzz.

Before he could react, he was suddenly pushed backward—
His whole body sank into the couch.

When he realized what had happened, Zhou Ci found himself pinned down beneath Li Cheng, who was looking down at him from above.

His gaze trembled.

A dangerous energy filled the space between them.

It wasn’t physical danger—
It was something far more potent.

Though those words “your wife” had delighted him inside, this situation left him feeling anything but safe.

Well, things had already gone this far. He’d admit defeat—he didn’t want to argue with this little fox anymore.

“You’re good at changing the subject.” Zhou Ci suddenly wrapped an arm around Li Cheng’s waist and lifted him easily.

Then he set him properly on the couch, sitting upright. Zhou Ci crouched in front of him, gazing up at the smaller man.

“Behave. I’m not in the mood right now.”

At those words, Li Cheng’s eyes turned liquid, his lips pressing together as he turned his face away—
Clearly sulking.

“I’m not even angry, and you’re the one pouting?” Zhou Ci cupped his face, forcing him to meet his eyes.

Li Cheng’s lashes fluttered.

The tenderness in Zhou Ci’s deep, inky eyes gave him courage. He met the man’s gaze head-on. “I lied to you…”

“Mm.” Zhou Ci’s reply was calm and serious.

“So now… you don’t want me anymore?” Li Cheng’s voice grew smaller and smaller.

Zhou Ci exhaled sharply, “When did I ever say that?”

Li Cheng blinked seriously. “You said you weren’t in the mood.”

Zhou Ci pinched his cheek again. “That’s not because you lied to me.”

His eyes were full of shifting emotion. “It’s because I wanted to be fooled. I chose to let you fool me.”

Before Li Cheng could respond, Zhou Ci reached for his robe, eyes dark with faint reproach.

“If you won’t take care of yourself, someone else will.”

With a few tugs, the robe slipped, revealing the neck Li Cheng had tried to hide.

The wound on his hand had stopped bleeding, but the gash looked even wider than before.

“Don’t move. I’ll treat it.”

Zhou Ci fetched the first aid kit from the living room.

To apply the medicine properly, he had to strip half of Li Cheng’s clothing—his shoulders bare to the air, one sleeve entirely off.

The scene turned oddly charged, the air growing warm and heavy.

Li Cheng, seeing Zhou Ci’s focus, sat obediently and let him work.

The skin around the wound was already swelling. Zhou Ci’s brows had been furrowed this whole time.

Li Cheng noticed the bandage on Zhou Ci’s neck and brushed it lightly with his fingers. “I bit you earlier. Why didn’t you dodge?”

“Does it hurt?”

The question slipped out before he could stop it—and he regretted it instantly. Of course it hurt. If it didn’t, three thousand years of life would’ve been for nothing.

“No.” Zhou Ci’s tone was flat, as if the matter didn’t even register.

He kept rummaging through the kit, calm and unbothered.

When he found the ointment, he caught Li Cheng’s hand. His brows pinched again. “Does this hurt?”

Li Cheng nodded. “Yeah. It hurts.”

Zhou Ci poured disinfectant and dabbed gently.

Li Cheng’s hand trembled hard—
It hadn’t hurt this much before.

“Ah—!”

“Hurts, hurts, hurts…”

He tried to pull back, the sting of the antiseptic burning straight into the wound like fire.

“I’m fine now,” he said quickly, dead serious, trying to get Zhou Ci to stop.

But Zhou Ci only held him tighter. “Aren’t you a spirit who’s trained for centuries? Why are you whining like a child?”

Despite his words, his touch grew gentler. “You didn’t think it’d hurt when you cut yourself, did you?”

Another soft rebuke.

Li Cheng pursed his lips. “It didn’t hurt when I did it. The wound must’ve bonded—it only hurts now because it’s in front of you.”

It was like a warrior finally meeting someone willing to protect him, lowering his shield, showing his softest self.

That feeling of being seen and cared for after so much solitude—
No one could resist it.

Zhou Ci gripped his hand. “Don’t hurt yourself again.”

Li Cheng’s fingers curled slightly. “Bai Si’s always doubting me. He wants to push me into disgust, into killing. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Bai Si—he had known the original host long before Zhou Ci arrived here. He’d been determined to claim this experimental body for himself.

Zhou Ci tapped his own neck. “You nearly made me a widower.”

Li Cheng interrupted, “No way. If I bit you to death, that’d be such a loss for me. You haven’t transferred your assets to me yet.”

Zhou Ci: “…”

He squeezed Li Cheng’s hand a little harder. “Do all spirits have no conscience?”

Li Cheng laughed softly, then leaned forward to kiss between his brows.

“I have one.”

Then, in the next breath, his tone turned sly again. “Thanks for taking me in, Mr. Zhou.”

Zhou Ci didn’t stop his bandaging, but he lifted his head, correcting seriously, “Mr. Zhou wouldn’t take you in.”

Some things didn’t need explaining. Lovers understood them instinctively.

“But my husband would.” Li Cheng’s eyes shimmered playfully.

Zhou Ci’s lips curved. “Then why aren’t you calling him?”

Li Cheng: “…”

He really was doomed to be husbandless in this life.

Seeing his lips stubbornly sealed, Zhou Ci prodded again, “Mr. Zhou won’t take you in, remember.”

Li Cheng sighed—fine, he’d admit defeat. He’d deal with this in the next world! Damn his pride!

He muttered softly, “…Husband.”

“Mm.” Zhou Ci’s eyes gleamed with laughter, but his tone stayed teasingly light.

“Say it again.” His mouth curved upward, the look in his eyes dizzy and intoxicating.

“Husband.” Li Cheng repeated quietly.

Zhou Ci ruffled his hair. “Good boy.”

Once the bandaging was done, Li Cheng carefully patched up the bite on Zhou Ci’s neck as well, tying a crooked little bow.

“Fair’s fair.”

The ribbon had barely been tied when Zhou Ci scooped him into his arms once more.