Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 140

Chapter 140

The Second Prince’s chambers were equally spacious.

The interior had been decorated according to his preferences, with the decor, furniture, and ornaments all in shades of red and black.

At first glance, it was a striking scene of shocking crimson and darkness.

At this moment, the entire palace was bathed in warm, gentle sunlight, filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers-peaceful and beautiful.

Inside the Second Prince’s chambers, however, the temperature was so low that it felt as if frost were about to fall, making even breathing difficult.

The hanging bed curtains were covered in mist-white ice crystals.

“You want to… marry… Cyril Elvis.”

The youth’s voice came from under the blankets, stating it as a fact.

But Beili…

…?

Huh?

Hearing his words, Beili froze in place.

“What nonsense are you talking about…”

Once she snapped out of it, she took a step forward and denied it righteously. “There’s no such thing.”

“Then why, why…”

A weak, muffled voice drifted out from under the covers as the youth continued:

“Why are you… unwilling… to go tell him… that you don’t agree?”

“I’m not unwilling to tell him.”

Beili hesitated for a moment before taking another step forward.

“It’s just that he hasn’t come to talk to me yet… By the way, when did you hear this news?”

“Last… last night.”

No one knew what kind of night the youth had endured yesterday.

The soldiers in the palace only knew that the Second Prince had gone out after sunset and didn’t return until midnight.

Although the youth wore a cold, silver mask that hid his expression, the drowsy night-watch soldiers could clearly feel the chilling, heavy pressure radiating from him.

As the mysterious and noble Second Prince walked past them step by step, they could distinctly feel the surrounding temperature drop to the freezing point.

The soldiers glanced at each other, seeing the white frost that had condensed on one another’s eyelashes.

Even though it had only lasted for a dozen seconds.

…

Last night.

That’s fresh news…

On the other side, Beili marveled silently at his answer.

“The matter of bringing up the engagement was only discussed by them last night, and it hasn’t been made public yet. So, for all intents and purposes, this engagement doesn’t even exist yet.”

Looking at the silhouette of the youth curled up under the rising and falling blankets, she sighed softly and said in a gentle tone:

“I can only refuse once Cyril brings it up, right?”

…

After she finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

The youth didn’t say a word.

However, the icy temperature in the air showed signs of rising.

Was this guy thinking it over and realizing she had a point, but couldn’t find a way to save face, so he was just sitting there in awkward silence?

Guessing this might be the case, Beili leaned down again, crawled onto the large, magnificent bed, and reached out to gently lift a corner of the blanket.

“Ashera…”

She called his name in a low whisper while pulling back the covers.

Then, beneath the beautiful black silk bedding, she saw the youth curled up in the dim shadows.

His messy silver wolf-cut hair fell over his pale, gloomy face and neck.

His hollow golden eyes were clouded with a misty haze, and his dark, feather-like lashes were wet, clumped together at the corners of his eyes.

“Ashera.”

With one hand propping up the blanket, she reached out with the other to brush the silver hair away from his face. She declared with a mix of helplessness and amusement, “If he brings up the engagement, I will refuse.”

Then, silence.

She watched him and called his name softly two more times.

…

Having just learned information about the Swan Family from Vulture, Beili had intended to tell Ashera about the latest mission progress. However, Ashera in his Youth Form was clearly not on the same wavelength as her.

He couldn’t take anything in.

Pressing her lips together, Beili hesitated for a moment before suggesting in a low voice:

“How about… we wake up the Horned Person?”

When it came to discussing the mission, that one was much more suitable.

Hearing her words, the youth in the shadows stiffened slightly, his hollow golden eyes wide.

The damp mist in his eyes almost froze into ice.

“You… don’t want to see me. You’re already… already tired of me… aren’t you?”

His eyes closed slightly, and his somewhat raspy voice carried a bitter, trembling ache at the end.
He spoke with a sorrowful expression, his tone thick with disappointment.

Her jewel-like crimson pupils flickered slightly as Beili stared at the boy’s face for a few seconds.

Suppressing the strange feeling in her heart, she decided to have a proper talk with him about this matter.

And so.

She lifted the blanket, leaned over, and crawled under the smooth black silk and velvet bedding.

A familiar, warm fragrance surged in along with the girl.

He smelled it.

The corners of his lips curved up into a silent arc.

He seemed to have guessed that the girl, out of helplessness, would kiss his cheek again, or perhaps somewhere else.

Anywhere would do.

In the dim shadows, an expectant expression faintly appeared on his pale face.

However.

As soon as the girl was under the covers, she reached out and grabbed his shoulders. Then, in a serious and righteous tone, she said:

“Ashera, you have to remember that friends cannot have this kind of possessiveness, nor can they kiss.”

“…”

The corners of his lips twitched slightly as he spoke slowly:

“W-Why… can’t we kiss?”

Beili was very patient. She gave him an example and asked in return:

“If you had a hundred good friends, would you really go through them one by one, taking turns, until you’ve kissed all one hundred of them?”

The boy fell silent for a moment before whispering:

“But I only have you as a friend.”

As if imagining her scenario in his mind, the boy’s expression paused, and he let out a short sigh.

“If you kissed… kissed other… nine… cough!… ninety-nine friends the same way you… you kiss me…”

“I would k-kill… kill them all.”

“That way… you would only n-need… to kiss me, your only friend… and that would be… enough.”

His tone was obscure and difficult to read as he finished the long sentence in fits and starts.

“…”

Not expecting the boy to answer like that, Beili’s expression stiffened.

“That’s not the point. The point is that friends don’t kiss, and…”

She knitted her brows, withdrawing her hands from his shoulders while correcting him: “And they shouldn’t have this kind of possessiveness.”

His hand gently caught her retreating one. The boy lowered his eyelashes and asked:

“Then… what kind of r-relationship can?”

Beili answered seriously:

“Only lovers or married couples can.”

The moment the words left her mouth, she saw the smile on the boy’s face suddenly freeze.

A bone-chilling cold invaded the hand he was holding.

Beili didn’t know which part of what she just said was wrong, but it had triggered this guy’s low-temperature buff again.

She felt like her hand was about to freeze solid. Her knitted brows furrowed deeper, and she instinctively tried to pull her wrist back.

But the boy held on tighter.

His Adam’s apple bobbed twice, and his hollow golden eyes trembled. He curled his lips into a stifled, mocking laugh.

“You want to… kiss… Cyril Elvis.”

“…”

Beili: ???

Hearing the boy slowly state such a sentence, Beili was instantly stunned speechless.

“No, that’s not it at all! Where did you even get that idea? My god… how is your train of thought so weird?”

His perspective was way too bizarre and twisted.

Still not on the same wavelength as her, the boy let out a light laugh.

“Friend… y-you are right… It seems an en-engagement is not just a… simple piece of paper.”

“If I c-could… I really… really want to… kill… Cyril Elvis.”

His voice was hoarse and heavy.

The hand holding the girl was as rigid as a stone.

He concluded this long sentence with a smile.

Except, despite the intense killing intent in his words, the boy finished them while shedding tears.

Beili reached out with her other hand.

The tears turned into shattered ice crystals the moment they touched her fingertips.

“You’ve missed the point again.”

She gently wiped away the cold tears from his eye sockets and the corners of his eyes before answering him with a hint of amusement-

“The point is, only people who like each other kiss.”

Her voice paused slightly. She swallowed, gathering her courage to ask:

“So, Ashera… do you like me?”

Her bright red eyes shimmered in the dim light, carrying a faint trace of anticipation.