A little past eight in the morning, the warm sunlight streamed in, spilling onto the large bed not far away. Cheng Min yawned, groggily opened his eyes, and raised a hand to block the blinding sunlight. Through the gaps between his fingers, he noticed a blurry figure sitting on a chair nearby.
As he woke up, his consciousness slowly returned, and he recalled everything that happened last night. It was utterly absurd. Cheng Min clenched the bedsheet tightly, his pajamas slipping off his shoulder, revealing a rounded shoulder, but he didn’t notice. His attention was entirely on the damn man in front of him.
He stared at the man intently, wishing he could tear him to pieces, but the man didn’t notice his actions at all. “Awake?” The man put down the magic book in his hand, his gaze falling on Cheng Min’s neck, a glint flashing in his eyes.
Understanding what the man was thinking, Cheng Min slowly loosened his grip, uncontrollably wanting to create a light ball again to blow the man to ashes, so he could never bother him again. But in the end, he held back this thought, knowing that he couldn’t beat the man right now.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the urge, and coldly spat out a word at the man in front of him, “Get out.” As soon as he spoke, the man didn’t leave. Instead, he walked to the bedside, bent down, and met Cheng Min’s gaze.
“Your clothes slipped.” Before Cheng Min could react, the man reached out and pulled up his clothes, fastening the buttons like yesterday, as if they were very close. The warm breath hit Cheng Min’s face, and he blinked, realizing what was happening, immediately showing an expression of extreme disgust.
“Get your filthy hands off me.” Cheng Min forcefully broke free from the man, stepping back a few steps. “Don’t touch me, you’re not worthy.”
“Besides saying these few words, what else can you say?” The man’s hands stopped in mid-air, his gaze falling on Cheng Min’s neck. “Does your neck still hurt?”
Cheng Min was stunned, then picked up a small star ornament from the bedside table and hurled it at the man in front of him. But the man easily dodged it. Seeing this, Cheng Min was completely enraged, not caring about anything else. He picked up whatever he could and threw it at the man, determined to teach him a lesson.
“Thud.” One item after another, soon all the items on the bedside table were used to hit the man, not a single one left. The floor was a mess. The two of them quietly looked at each other, neither moving. Cheng Min looked like a hedgehog with its spikes raised, watching the man warily.
“Such a temper.” The man smiled faintly, kicking the small star lamp at his feet. Under Cheng Min’s gaze, the man slowly approached him, grabbed his arm, and dragged him close, holding him tightly in his arms.
Cheng Min struggled desperately, but the hand on his waist only tightened, forcing him to press closely against the man, enduring his constant sniffing. “Wife.” He kissed Cheng Min’s cheek. “You’re so beautiful, perfect for holding and bullying, covered in my scent, pitifully begging me to let you go. Then I’ll lock you up…”
“Shut up.” Cheng Min slapped him hard. Unexpectedly, the next second, the man grabbed his hand and bit down hard on his wrist.
“Ah.” Instantly, Cheng Min let out a painful wail, cursing words spilling out, so harsh they were hard to ignore. “Do you like this?” The man didn’t care at all, pressing on the bite mark on Cheng Min’s wrist.
“Knock, knock.” Cheng Min was startled. “Young Master.” An older female voice sounded from outside the door. “It’s time to get up.”
“Wife.” The man leaned in, whispering in his ear, “What do you think would happen if they accidentally saw us like this?” In this state, he couldn’t let others see him. Cheng Min glared at him, taking a deep breath to calm down.
“Got it.” He pushed the man beside him with all his might, trying to break free from his embrace, but the man wouldn’t let him have his way. After a dizzying moment, the beautiful elf was pinned under him on the bed. After a reckless kiss, the man reluctantly let him go.
“So sweet.” The man licked his lips. Cheng Min sat up, wiping his mouth forcefully. “Creak.” The door was pushed open from the outside, footsteps approaching. Cheng Min hurriedly looked to the side, finding it empty, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. That damn bastard was finally gone.
Several human servants in uniform knelt by the bed, heads lowered, waiting for Cheng Min’s orders as usual. The old butler stood to the side, responsible for Cheng Min’s daily needs. Cheng Min glanced at them, about to speak, but then remembered the marks the man left on him, afraid they’d be noticed, and quickly refused.
“No need.” His tone was as usual. “Let them leave.” As soon as he spoke, the butler’s expression changed slightly. “Young Master, but this isn’t according to the rules.”
Indeed, under normal circumstances, dressing was the servants’ job. Nobles didn’t need to do it themselves; otherwise, it would seem beneath them. Cheng Min was rebellious by nature, doing whatever he thought of, and in some ways, he didn’t act like a noble. This wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this.
“I think I’ve made myself clear.” Cheng Min looked at the butler, giving a faint smile. “Do I need to say it again?” “I understand.” The butler lowered his head, speaking softly.
Cheng Min got out of bed, tidied his clothes, ignored the people present, and walked barefoot into the bathroom. He closed the door firmly, completely isolating himself from the outside world, and his expression relaxed a bit.
Taking off the only robe he wore, the beautiful elf walked naked towards the bath. “Jingle, jingle.” The small bell on his ankle rang. Entering the bath, Cheng Min lazily leaned against the edge, adding various precious magical plants to the bathwater, turning it a milky white.
Upon closer sniffing, there was a scent of cotton candy, very pleasant. The warm bathwater washed over him, sweeping away his fatigue, making him feel very comfortable. Smelling the cotton candy scent all over him, Cheng Min was in a good mood, humming a tune as he stepped out of the bath, picking up a white bathrobe and draping it over himself, making him look even paler.
Now, he had an important task to do. Approaching the sink, he looked in the mirror, seeing the scars the man left on his neck. They were deep and wouldn’t heal for at least half a month. Cheng Min cursed under his breath, taking a bottle of ointment from the cabinet, carefully applying it to the scars.
Then, he repeated the process on the scars on his wrist and the slightly reddened areas, applying some ointment. This ointment was very effective but extremely valuable, made from rare medicinal herbs that most people couldn’t afford, let alone use.
Applying it twice a day, morning and night, would heal the scars completely in three days, leaving no trace. Just as he finished applying it, there was a knock on the door. Cheng Min was startled, quickly putting the ointment back in place, afraid of being seen.
“Speak.” He stared at himself in the mirror, speaking calmly. “Young Master, Young Master Shen is here to see you.” The butler said from outside the door. “He said he won’t leave until he sees you today.”
Cheng Min rubbed his temples, the feeling of annoyance rising again. Finally getting rid of that disgusting man, now another annoying male elf was here. “Got it, let him wait for me in the reception room for a while.”
“Okay.” Young Master Shen wasn’t anyone important. Cheng Min didn’t even bother to fix his hair, casually putting on a white and gold robe, tying a sun-shaped belt around his waist, and went to meet him.
As soon as he stepped out, he bumped into Young Master Shen, who had been waiting there for a long time, holding a delicate wooden box. When he saw Cheng Min, his eyes lit up. “Xiao Min.” Young Master Shen stood up, rushing over. “I finally get to see you.”
To be honest, Young Master Shen came from a noble family, handsome, and tall at 1.8 meters, enough to match Cheng Min. Originally, they had an engagement, planning to marry after Young Master Shen completed his inheritance ceremony. But on that day, he only differentiated into an A-level elf, not very strong.
For hundreds of years, elves have followed the most primitive choice, without exception, preferring powerful partners to marry and have strong offspring. Cheng Min was no exception, so he broke off the engagement without hesitation. To get rid of this annoying thing, he even personally “introduced” him to other elves.
But he refused to marry any of them, paid off the elf with a sum of money, and continued to shamelessly pursue Cheng Min, refusing to give up until he succeeded. His father saw how persistent Young Master Shen was and compromised, but Cheng Min didn’t want to marry him.
“Do you like it?” In front of Cheng Min, he opened the box, revealing the shiny gems inside. “I specially got these for you.” Cheng Min stepped back a few steps, putting some distance between them, shaking his head. “I don’t like it, don’t send them anymore.” He said this, but his gaze never left the box.
How could he not like it? Gems of such quality were rare. Young Master Shen chuckled, handing the box to Cheng Min. “They’re yours now.” Cheng Min accepted it, his gaze falling on Young Master Shen, and an idea formed in his mind. “I remember the last piece of jewelry from Delota will be auctioned next Wednesday.”
That damn servant would be thrilled to see his father’s relic again. He didn’t continue, his lips curling up, patiently waiting for Young Master Shen’s response. “Sure.” He agreed readily. “As long as Xiao Min likes it, I can buy it for you.”
“Mm.” Getting the desired result, Cheng Min didn’t even bother to thank him. In front of Young Master Shen, he closed the door, turning around to find the man sitting on the bed. Noticing that he had buttoned up his clothes, the man seemed satisfied, but when he saw the wooden box in Cheng Min’s arms, his expression changed.
“What are you holding?” He asked in a deep voice. One second… two seconds, without getting an answer, the man slowly walked over, encircling Cheng Min in his arms, snatching the wooden box containing the gems and tossing it onto the bed.
“You like this, huh?” He casually picked one up, asking Cheng Min. “Don’t dirty it.” Cheng Min replied, staring at his hand. “I didn’t expect it, the young master is so good at seducing people.” He patted Cheng Min’s face, full of malice. “Is everything you want obtained like this, easily with a little flirtation?”
“You…” Cheng Min gritted his teeth, too angry to speak. “Wife.” He lifted Cheng Min’s clothes, placing the gem inside, pushing it further in. “If you keep touching other men’s things, you’ll have to eat them all.”
Cheng Min shivered from the cold, grabbing the man’s arm, roaring, “Take it out.” However, what greeted him was another sharp pain. Touching the blood flowing from his shoulder, Cheng Min felt his vision darken, on the verge of going crazy.