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“Sell your soul and get 10 million yuan.”
It sounded like a joke. Or a scam. Or maybe both.

But for broke, overworked university student Yun Hao, who was barely surviving on instant noodles and unpaid rent, it was just another weird online ad.

So, he clicked it.

He didn’t expect a contract to pop up.
He didn’t expect to accidentally sign it.
And he definitely didn’t expect to end up soul-bound to a demon prince who showed up at his doorstep with red eyes, horns, and a smirk that screamed danger.

> “You’re mine now,” the demon said. “You signed the contract. Which means we’ll live together, sleep together, and maybe—fall in love together.”

Yun Hao: “…Can I return the contract?”
Ruin: “Can I return you to the womb?”



Now stuck with a seductive, annoying demon who insists on being his “soulmate,” Yun Hao just wants to break the contract and go back to his normal, boring life.

But the universe has other plans.

Because the closer he gets to Ruin, the more memories from a forgotten past life begin to awaken…
And he starts to realize—

This demon may have loved him for centuries.
And this "accidental" meeting might not be an accident at all.

[BL] His Soul Was Mine: The Contract I Didn't Mean to Sign

> A crushing pressure hit his chest.

The weight of memories he didn't have, the weight of emotions he didn't understand, the weight of a bond that wrapped around his soul like invisible chains.

His vision blurred. His breathing stuttered.

He was lifted gently off the ground. Against a warm, firm chest that radiated otherworldly heat. The scent of smoke, shadow, and something old and familiar filled his nose.

"Hey," Ruin whispered, carrying him with a gentleness that made Yun Hao's heart ache. "I've got you."

Yun Hao didn't respond. He was tired. Not physically—but emotionally ripped apart. His body wasn't used to feeling like this. So many things he didn't understand. So many things he didn't ask for.

But in Ruin's arms… he didn't fight.

Ruin walked into the bedroom, pushed the door open with his foot, and laid him gently on the bed.

He just covered Yun Hao with a blanket, brushed his hair away from his sweaty forehead, and sat beside him.

"…Do you want to hear more?" Ruin asked quietly. "About who you were? Who we were?"

Yun Hao blinked slowly. "I don't know if I can handle it."

"That's okay," Ruin said. "You don't have to know everything at once."

Yun Hao turned his head slightly, voice hoarse.

"Yes," Ruin said without hesitation. "Because they think if they kill your human body… they can harvest your soul while it's still unawakened."

That should have sounded like a threat. But it didn't.

A quiet promise that didn't need flowery words.

Yun Hao's eyes fluttered shut for a second. "You're not what I expected."

"Let me guess. You thought demons were all fire, destruction, and bad pickup lines?"

"I still think you're full of bad pickup lines," Yun Hao mumbled, eyes half-lidded. "But you killed a monster for me. Twice. And you carried me like a damn prince."

Ruin chuckled lowly. "You always liked being carried. Even in your past life."

"…You shouldn't say things like that."

"Because I don't remember you," he whispered. "And yet… when you say it, it hurts."

Instead, he placed his forehead gently against Yun Hao's, their breaths mingling in the space between.

"You don't have to remember for me to stay," he said. "I'll protect you either way. Until you choose what to do with me."

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough—for now.

The Mortal Boy's Thruth