Taking advantage of the moment when the man was licking his neck, Cheng Min didn’t hesitate any longer. He summoned his magic, gathering an energy ball, and swiftly attacked the man. Suddenly, his arm was grabbed by a large hand, stopping mid-air, and his plan was declared a failure.
Cheng Min was still unwilling to give up. He tried to forcefully touch the man by exerting more strength. The two of them were rare soulmates, belonging to each other in both body and soul. But as a high-level elf, how could he tolerate a lowly human becoming his partner, or even obediently submitting to the man, leaving behind a mixed-blood offspring with human’s lowly bloodline? It was utterly absurd.
Given his understanding of the man, this bastard was very interested in him, with a possessiveness that was almost perverse. Once he found out about their soulmate connection, he would definitely forcefully complete the soul contract by any means, binding them together forever, unable to separate. At that point, Cheng Min would have no choice but to compromise.
Having experienced the man’s methods on himself, just thinking about going through that day and night made Cheng Min restless. To prevent this from happening, Cheng Min wanted the man to disappear from his sight completely. However, due to the soulmate trait, losing the other would have uncontrollable effects on him, possibly even affecting his chance to become the family head.
While the man hadn’t discovered anything yet, Cheng Min had to think of another way to restrain him without harming him, so he couldn’t affect him. It was a nice thought, but reality was harsh. Cheng Min’s strength was no match for the man’s, and he was firmly held, unable to move.
“Wife,” the man pinched Cheng Min’s neck, showing a cold smile, “you’re really rotten to the core, even laying hands on your own husband.”
Cheng Min was startled, realizing the man was up to no good again. He launched an attack first, taking advantage of the man’s dodge to quickly distance himself from him.
“Is that so?” Cheng Min stood on a circular totem, coldly spitting out a few words, “Bastard.”
No human liked those words, and the man was no exception. He got up and slowly walked towards Cheng Min, the veins on his exposed arms bulging. One step… two steps, he slowly approached.
Cheng Min watched the man’s movements, appearing calm. The moment one of his feet stepped into the pattern, he smashed the crystal ball on the table. Then he quickly took out a crystal stone from his pocket, muttering a spell. At the same time, white light emerged around the circular totem, rushing straight at the man.
To be safe, Cheng Min had specially designed a second plan to ensure the plan could proceed smoothly and successfully control the man. Since he couldn’t keep him obediently by his side, he had to seal him in the magic array to prevent him from disrupting his plans.
The spell wasn’t long, but it was a bit tricky. Cheng Min had spent more than a day barely learning it, and without time to practice, he used it directly on the man. After reciting the last word of the spell, the surrounding white light dissipated, and he was pushed to the ground with force, a pair of bloodshot eyes appearing in front of him.
“You got the spell wrong,” he said coldly, “you’re really stupid and pathetic.”
“Nonsense,” even though he was pinned to the floor, unable to move, Cheng Min still retorted, “What does a bastard like you know?”
“Oh,” the man pinched his waist hard, asking back, “If there’s no problem, then why am I still standing here in front of you?”
Cheng Min was speechless, not knowing what to say.
“Alright,” he pulled Cheng Min up from the ground, carrying him back to the balcony, “we need to settle the unfinished business from earlier.”
Cheng Min was placed on the sofa, the man sitting on one side, playing with a dagger in his hand. He watched the man’s hand movements, not understanding what he intended to do. Soon, he found out.
The man grabbed one of Cheng Min’s arms, placing it in his palm, the blade facing his wrist. “Which one do you choose?” The man moved the blade to the other wrist, “Or do you choose this one?”
Cheng Min bit his lips tightly, but due to the blade, he didn’t dare to struggle too much.
“Not choosing?” The man mused, “In that case, let’s do it once, how about this method?”
“Bastard,” Cheng Min gritted his teeth.
“No swearing,” he patted Cheng Min’s face, full of humiliation, “Don’t move, it’ll be over soon.”
The tight string in Cheng Min’s mind snapped.
“Lu Bingxun.”
The surroundings fell silent, the man’s actions stopped. He threw the dagger aside, grabbing Cheng Min’s neck, asking, “Which wild man are you calling now? Wife, you’ve attracted quite a few people.”
“Don’t touch me.” Cheng Min didn’t even know why he called that bastard’s name. He slapped the man’s hand away, “Who I’m with is none of your business. What right does a human bastard like you have to question me?”
“Wife,” the man replied with a smile, “you can’t shake me off. I’ll stick to you forever.”
Hearing this, Cheng Min was so angry that his vision went black, constantly thinking of a solution. No, he had to shake off the man.
Seeing Cheng Min’s frustration, the man felt better, holding the beautiful elf in his arms, teasing him with outrageous remarks while playing with the small bell on his ankle.
“The little bell is nice,” the man pinched Cheng Min’s ankle, “Next time, I’ll bring you a prettier one, just to make a pair.”
Cheng Min said, “Dream on.”
Things from lowly humans weren’t worthy of being worn on him.
After that day, the man came every night, doing nothing but holding Cheng Min, kissing him fiercely, and then sleeping together until dawn. Smelling the man’s scent left on him, Cheng Min grew more and more restless each day, on the verge of going crazy, yet still couldn’t find a way to shake off the man.
But fortunately, the man seemed to have some issues recently and hadn’t shown up for several days. Cheng Min was delighted, hoping he would never come back. This way, he could return to a peaceful life and wouldn’t have to worry about how to deal with the soulmate issue.
After school on Friday, with a rare two-day break, Cheng Min carried his backpack into the living room, but he couldn’t feel happy. Instead, an inexplicable sense of irritation rose within him. Everything seemed unpleasant, and he just wanted to vent.
Not wanting to return to his room, Cheng Min changed into casual clothes and curled up on the living room sofa, turning on the TV. He picked a movie he usually liked, eating fruit while watching. The comical actions of the characters improved his mood. But it didn’t last long. After the sound of something falling, the surroundings returned to silence.
The characters on TV continued their comedic scenes, but they couldn’t make Cheng Min happy anymore. He threw the grapes back into the plate, got up, and walked towards the source of the sound.
In the corner, a pot of precious plants had fallen to the ground, with a lot of soil spilled out. Several human servants were squatting on the ground, cleaning up the mess. Hearing the “ding-dong” sound of the bell, they paused, lowering their heads in panic, as if Cheng Min was a heinous criminal.
He approached the human servants, asking coldly, “What’s going on?”
“Young Master, it’s not our fault,” one of the human servants pointed at a trembling guy, “It’s him.”
“It’s not… true…” The human servant raised his head, tears streaming down uncontrollably, stammering, “He tripped me on purpose… I just…”
“Enough, shut up,” Cheng Min didn’t want to hear them continue, “Clean up and get out of the manor.”
“Young Master,” someone still unwilling to give up, grabbed the hem of Cheng Min’s clothes, “Please give me another chance.”
Cheng Min kicked him away, leaving without looking back.
The living room was no longer a place to stay. Cheng Min ran back to his bedroom, curling up on the small sofa on the balcony, holding a comic book to pass the time. The irritation that had temporarily subsided surged again, even more intensely, almost uncontrollable.
“Thud.”
The comic book in his hand was thrown out, and the various foods on the small table were swept to the ground, an apple rolling forward on the floor.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
“Come in,” Cheng Min adjusted his clothes and said.
Soon, the door opened, and the female housekeeper entered with an older woman carrying a medical kit. Glancing at the kit, Cheng Min was puzzled.
“I’m not sick,” he said.
“Of course, you’re not sick, just need to verify something.”
The female housekeeper looked at the healer, who quickly approached Cheng Min. After using a healing spell, Cheng Min saw his body emit a faint pink glow.
“Congratulations, Young Master Cheng,” she said with a smile, “You’re about to enter maturity.”
Every elf has a maturity phase, and going through this stage means becoming a fully developed elf.
“That’s great,” Cheng Min was a bit surprised.