Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 109

The woman watched Li Cheng slide the hairpin back into his hair, her lips curling upward.

She produced a small golden bell and fastened it around his ankle.

Li Cheng allowed Bai Qingqing to handle him without resisting.

Ding-ling… ding-ling…

With each slight movement of his foot, the bell chimed faintly, making the already alluring youth appear even more seductive.

“This golden bell comes from Miao Territory,” she said. “Keep it on you.”

“It can save your life when needed.”

Li Cheng lowered his gaze, long lashes veiling his eyes. This bell was definitely not simple.

It carried malice.

The moment it touched his ankle, he felt the sinister energy trying to burrow into his body.

Li Cheng’s lips curved unconsciously. What kind of evil creature is this?

【Fox Host, it’s a gu-worm. Bai Qingqing’s method of controlling people.】

【But don’t worry, that evil gu was scared to death by your divine power the instant it touched you. Now it’s just a normal bell.】

【From now on, we just pretend to be obedient. It won’t affect anything.】

Scared to death by divine power… seriously.

Li Cheng flicked the bell with a finger and smiled innocently. “Thank you, Sister.”

Her brows arched. She reached to the low table and picked up a peacock feather.

Then she traced the feather across Li Cheng’s lower abdomen.

The feather’s soft trail teased across his skin, brushing against the most sensitive parts of his nerves. Because of the stimulation, Li Cheng’s waist twisted involuntarily.

His gaze lost its focus.

A soft, breathy sound fell from his lips.

“…Mm…”

Bai Qingqing’s smile deepened. “Your waist should be as still as jade, and when you move, you must twist like drifting snake-silk in water.”

“Always remember what you are.”

“A plaything meant to please.” Her voice rolled out slow and sultry.

Li Cheng’s movements grew subtly more enticing.

His breath was soft as mist.

Satisfied, the woman adjusted the enormous flower hairpin on her head.

“Call out for me. Let me hear it.” she said.

Li Cheng turned his face aside, biting his lower lip, voice trembling.

His tone fluttered like startled swallows skimming the heart.

“…Sister…”

The woman’s brows drew together. “Your tone is wrong.”

Li Cheng obediently tried again, letting a soft swallow roll in his throat—the sound winding sweetly, accompanied by the faint chime of the bell on his ankle.

“Sister…”

Only when Bai Qingqing was satisfied did she put away the peacock feather. From her sleeve, she drew a key and tossed it to Li Cheng.

“Your first mission: kill the master of Baisheng Hall—Xiao He.”

Li Cheng caught the key, his gaze sharpening.

Though Bai Qingqing was Qin Yuanxiu’s trusted aide and everyone under her worked for him, passing her test was not enough to stand before the Grand Diviner himself.

She would not allow even the slightest mistake.

And right now, she clearly did not trust him.

She didn’t yet believe he was truly loyal to her—much less ready to meet her master, Qin Yuanxiu.

“Time, place, and how many pieces do you want the body cut into?” Li Cheng asked.

He paused. “I don’t kill good people.”

The woman threw him a set of clothing—a soft pink dress.

“Tonight. Drunken Breath House. Waist cut is enough.”

Standing, she adjusted her robe. “He’s committed countless crimes. His death is more than deserved.”

Li Cheng looked at the dress she tossed him, wanting to refuse.

Bai Qingqing struck first. “He loves beautiful women. Otherwise, you’ll never get close.”

Li Cheng: No way.

【Wear it wear it wear it Fox Host I want to see you in women’s clothing pleaseeeee…】

Li Cheng: That’ll cost extra.

Seeing his reluctance, Bai Qingqing’s eyes turned cold. “You have no right to refuse.”

Li Cheng looked at the outfit. “What identity am I approaching Xiao He with?”

“A musician.”

He changed quickly behind a screen, picked up the qin Bai Qingqing provided, and left Flying Cry Hall, heading toward Drunken Breath House.

By now dusk had faded; the daytime market had closed, the night market just waking. Few people walked the streets.

Which made the sounds of fighting ahead all the more conspicuous.

Li Cheng saw civilians scattering from the scene and quickened his pace.

It looked like a group of black-clad men were surrounding a richly dressed man.

The man held a longsword, even his back radiating proud, cold arrogance.

Solitary. Determined. Untouchable.

Li Cheng frowned—so many hitting one?

Shameful.

Disgusting behavior.

A-Keng’s timid voice murmured: 【What if the one being outnumbered is the bad guy?】

Li Cheng: Then pretend I didn’t say anything.

【What if it’s your husband?】