That evening, after dinner.
Cheng Min was wearing a light pink robe, buttoned all the way to the top, lazily nestled on the small sofa by the window. On the table beside him was a plate full of fresh fruits. It was Lu Bingxun who had prepared it for his little wife.
The fruits from Deni Star didn’t taste as good as those from the first region; they were a bit sour. Cheng Min took a bite and refused to eat any more, tossing away the piece of green apple in his hand and picking up a strawberry instead. As always, it was sour and not tasty at all. Once again, he threw the fruit back onto the plate.
Lu Bingxun was very busy. After settling his little wife, he left, taking Cheng Min’s terminal with him, claiming it was for his own good. Without the terminal, Cheng Min was quite bored, with nothing to pass the time. He thought about going out for a walk but remembered that this was human territory, and Lu Bingxun had told him that they didn’t really like elves. Helplessly, he dismissed the idea.
As time passed, Cheng Min took a quick shower, changed into pajamas, and dove into bed. He had no intention of waiting for Lu Bingxun. With him not around, Cheng Min felt relaxed, but no matter how he adjusted to a comfortable position, he couldn’t fall asleep. Time ticked by, and soon it was past one in the morning. Suddenly, there was a commotion outside, catching his attention.
Without thinking, Cheng Min threw off the covers, got out of bed barefoot, and went to the window, curling up on the small sofa, watching the humans playing and laughing outside. It seemed to be some kind of festival, but he didn’t know which one.
Footsteps approached, probably Lu Bingxun returning. Cheng Min quickly got up, ran back to bed, and covered himself with the blanket, taking deep breaths to calm down. He heard the door open, and a blinding light fell on his face, only to disappear instantly. An arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him close to a firm chest, and Lu Bingxun’s voice sounded, “Pretending to sleep?”
Cheng Min’s eyes flew open, and a kiss landed beside his ear.
Around nine in the morning, Cheng Min was sleeping soundly in bed when Lu Bingxun woke him up. He groggily opened his eyes, looking at him with dissatisfaction.
“Time to get up,” Lu Bingxun said, standing by the bed, still carrying a warmth as if he had just returned from outside.
Cheng Min had a bit of a temper when waking up, and with Lu Bingxun spoiling him, he didn’t take him seriously at all. He lay back down, pulled the blanket over himself, and planned to go back to sleep.
Lu Bingxun sighed.
Suddenly, Cheng Min felt a chill as his back pressed against Lu Bingxun’s body, making it impossible for him to fall back asleep.
“It’s still early,” Cheng Min complained.
“It’s not early; it’s already past nine in the morning,” Lu Bingxun said, picking up a platinum-colored fitted robe from the side, coaxing Cheng Min into wearing it. “Have breakfast first, then you can sleep.”
Unable to resist Lu Bingxun, Cheng Min squinted his eyes and nestled in his arms, no longer struggling. Soon, the clothes were on, and Cheng Min received a kiss before being pulled up, forced to stand by the bed.
The tall man crouched down, buttoning the shirt for the petite and beautiful elf, not even sparing the top button.
“Wife,” Lu Bingxun said, standing up, his gaze lingering on Cheng Min, seemingly satisfied with the clothes he had chosen for him. “You look beautiful.”
Cheng Min yawned, ignoring him.
But that wasn’t enough. Lu Bingxun somehow found a butterfly-shaped waist chain, wrapped it around Cheng Min’s waist, and fastened it.
“No wonder you’re the young master,” he clicked his tongue, “you look good in anything.”
Hearing the implication in his words, Cheng Min frowned, and as Lu Bingxun leaned in again, he couldn’t help but slap him.
“Slap.”
Instantly, a red mark appeared on Lu Bingxun’s face.
“Wife,” Lu Bingxun’s expression darkened, staring at Cheng Min.
Sensing trouble, Cheng Min pushed Lu Bingxun away, trying to leave the room. But he hadn’t run far before Lu Bingxun dragged him back.
Leaning in, he bit down mercilessly.
A sharp pain shot from his neck, and Cheng Min’s eyes filled with tears as he resisted, hitting Lu Bingxun repeatedly. “You bastard.”
Lu Bingxun ignored him, pressing on the wound on his neck, making Cheng Min tremble all over before finally stopping, satisfied.
“Keep causing trouble, and I won’t want you anymore.”
In his past life, Lu Bingxun must have been a dog, and a clingy one at that. Even though the dining room was just a few steps away, he insisted on holding Cheng Min in his arms, unwilling to let go for even a moment.
Did Cheng Min have the right to refuse? He could only go along with it.
Entering the dining room, Lu Bingxun still didn’t let go of Cheng Min, holding him as he sat down at the head of the table. In front of them was a simple breakfast, a stark contrast to last night’s meal.
Did they change the chef?
As he was thinking, Lu Bingxun picked up a spoon, scooped some porridge, and brought it to Cheng Min’s mouth, looking expectant.
“Put me down,” Cheng Min said, feeling uncomfortable as humans occasionally passed by outside, all casting slightly curious glances at him. He turned his head, refusing to eat.
“You’ll eat right here,” he replied.
“No,” Cheng Min refused, “they’re all looking at me.”
“So what if they see?” Lu Bingxun pinched Cheng Min’s neck, his tone firm. “Eat.”
A weak dodder vine, relying on her husband to survive, what right did Cheng Min have to say no? He sniffed, holding back the tears that were about to fall.
He looked up, opened his mouth, and ate the food Lu Bingxun brought to his lips.
The taste was bland, with no flavor at all. They really did change the chef.
Seeing Cheng Min eat, Lu Bingxun scooped another spoonful and brought it to his mouth, signaling him to eat. Cheng Min frowned, reluctantly swallowing it.
By the third spoonful, Cheng Min couldn’t take it anymore, turning his head to avoid the white porridge Lu Bingxun offered.
“Throwing a tantrum again?” Lu Bingxun placed the spoon back in the bowl, the clinking sound crisp.
“It’s not tasty,” he explained.
Lu Bingxun chuckled, “You dislike what I made that much? If you don’t want to eat, then don’t.”
No wonder it tasted so bad; it was made by Lu Bingxun!
Before Cheng Min could respond, Lu Bingxun picked up the bowl of porridge and drank it all in one go. He was stunned, and then the tears he had been holding back finally fell.
“Why are you crying?” Lu Bingxun wiped the tears from the corner of Cheng Min’s eyes. “Didn’t you say you didn’t want to eat?”
“I didn’t,” Cheng Min’s voice was soft, “I just said it was bad.”
“Wife,” Lu Bingxun turned Cheng Min to face him, speaking gently, “Do you still want to eat the porridge your husband made, or do you plan to stay hungry?”
“I’ll eat,” Cheng Min nodded obediently.
“Good.”
Lu Bingxun picked up the bowl, scooped another spoonful, and brought it to Cheng Min’s mouth. This time, he obediently opened his mouth and ate it.
“Is it good?” Lu Bingxun asked, “Do you like what your husband made?”
Cheng Min lowered his head, speaking slowly, “It’s good, I like it very much.”