Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 108

Note: This chapter is a slice-of-life vignette

The palace crowned with carved towers and white-jade eaves burned with slow, curling smoke. From the bronze incense burner wafted a bamboo fragrance that drifted through the chambers like fine threads.

Its scent intoxicated, softening one’s limbs within a hundred steps, impossible to describe.

Crimson drapes hung from above in long streams, falling from the jeweled crown atop the dome.

The breeze stirred them gently, and the curtains veiled an inner chamber.

The room held many furnishings: a Hundred-Desires screen, a polished crystal mirror, a noblewoman’s couch, high and low tables, and various small curios scattered atop them.

Seen from outside, the scene was both tranquil and strangely eerie.

A seductive woman swayed her hips as she approached from beyond the hall. Above the tall doors hung a golden-nanmu plaque inscribed with the bold characters Flying Cry Hall.

With a key in hand, she opened the door and brushed the red drapes aside, stepping inward.

Layer upon layer of curtains parted before her until she reached the inner room: a spacious bed surrounded by sheer veils that swayed lightly in the breeze.

Upon the bed lay a youth.

His fox-like eyes and naturally rosy lips glowed faintly behind the gauze; his pale face tinted the shadows with hints of crimson. Beauty written into his bones—soft, bewitching, effortless.

The youth wore only a sheer robe, draping loosely in all the right ways.

His collarbones were so defined they looked as though they could hold water.

Down the line of his throat, his skin appeared faintly through the fabric, and his long legs—bare beneath the robe—extended over the edge of the bedding, smooth and pale, tinged with rose like condensed cream.

The entire tableau invited helpless pity.

Seeing how obedient he looked, the woman smiled, then climbed barefoot onto the bed.

“Do you remember everything I told you yesterday?” she asked, seating herself at his side with a half-smile.

“I remember,” the youth answered softly.

【Ahhhhh!!! Fox Host, I’m going insane!!! If I had a gender I would absolutely fall in love with you!】

The youth rolled his eyes: Even if you had a gender, forget it. I have a spouse.

A-Keng: …emmm…

【Fox Host, why have you been here so long and still not gone to find the Main God’s soul fragment…】

There was no trace of the tail in this realm, so the Fox Host had come for the Main God’s missing soul fragment instead.

Another day of crying over gorgeous doomed love!

Li Cheng’s brows flicked: Didn’t you say the soul fragment in this realm belonged to Beishe Nation’s Grand Diviner? You think getting close to him is that easy?

He needed to infiltrate the enemy from the inside.

He had already learned that Qin Yuanxiu, the Grand Diviner of Beishe, intended to cultivate a spy to be planted at the emperor’s side, mediating affairs…

But the identity A-Keng originally gave him was far too flamboyant.

So Li Cheng created a new one for himself—a pitiful, helpless youth forced to depend on others.

The madam of Drunken Breath House was one of Qin Yuanxiu’s people; she was responsible for preparing the spy candidates.

So Li Cheng targeted her first.

With this appearance of his, he was naturally chosen.

But the final candidate still had to be personally selected by Qin Yuanxiu.

Once chosen, he would be allowed to remain at Qin Yuanxiu’s side for a period of time—
Time that could be used to cultivate feelings.

Li Cheng’s plan was simple: Qin Yuanxiu must choose him, and then he would cling to him.

So long as the soul fragment fell in love with him, he could take it away.

And if the soul fragment bullied him… he’d crush it.

All of Beishe Nation said the Grand Diviner was ruthless and merciless. Who knew if he’d be domestically violent.

Li Cheng was drifting in thought when the woman’s voice sounded again.

“If you remember, then show me.”

This woman—Bai Qingqing, the madam of Drunken Breath House—spoke with clear satisfaction.

She had selected more than twenty candidates, but after background checks and loyalty tests, only four remained. She still didn’t know whom the Grand Diviner would ultimately choose.

But the youth before her was the one she had trained most to her liking.

Her gaze darkened as she looked at Li Cheng. “Use your fastest speed to pierce my life vein.”

“Kill me.”

She handed him a curved blade. “If you want to leave this place, you have to defeat me.”

Li Cheng didn’t take the blade. Instead, from his waterfall-like hair, he slid out a fox-tail hairpin. In a single twist and flip—

The red curtains fluttered.

Two seconds.

Her throat was pinned by the tip of his hairpin.

Too fast to see.

Bai Qingqing’s eyes widened in shock.

Was this speed even human?

Terrifying… far too terrifying.

She suddenly doubted her title as the fastest blade in the martial world.

“You…”

Li Cheng loosened his grip slightly. His alluring eyes held a buried, lethal intent, his lips parting in a soft, lilting tone.

“Sister.”

“I win.”

With that, Li Cheng withdrew the fox-tail hairpin and slid it back into his hair.

“I want to see him.”