Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 158

Chapter 158

The question came out of nowhere.

Beili looked at him, bewildered. “I don’t know,” she replied.

“You don’t know?” he repeated slowly.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

She sighed inwardly and said tactfully, “But you’re the first, uh… man I’ve ever bought candy for.”

Hm? Why did that sound so strange the moment it left her mouth?

His thin, cold lips curled upward, his tone carrying a trace of a lazy smile. “So, there will be a second, a third, and a fourth person you’ll buy candy for,” Ashera concluded.

“…”

He was jealous.

Right?

Beili stole a glance at the smiling face of the man beside her. At first glance, Ashera’s words sounded exactly like jealousy, but Beili had a strong premonition that if she actually asked him if he was jealous, the guy would suddenly snap out of it and deny it.

Having been served a cold dish of rejection by him before, Beili had his patterns completely figured out. So, this time, she decided to play dumb.

Her red eyes widened, and she said in a lighthearted tone, “I suppose you could interpret it that way. Although I said you’re the first, I never said you’d be the last.”

The hand holding the candy jar suddenly loosened.

The jar full of Butterfly Hard Candy vanished into thin air a split second before it could hit the ground and shatter, hidden away by the man to who-knows-where.

Those hollow golden eyes turned toward her, ‘looking’ at her.

The young girl blinked, calm and composed, her expression gentle and serene.

A few seconds later, Ashera raised a pale, slightly greyish hand and pressed it against his chest.

He felt a certain tightness there.

…

Just then, the painter finished his revisions.

He removed the wooden slab from the easel, dipped it into a quick-drying magic oil, and then walked with stiff steps to hand the finished product to the girl.

It was only when he took the gold coin from her hand and started walking back that his vacant eyes gradually regained their clarity. The painter looked down at the gold coin in his hand, unable to remember what he had just painted.

…

Beili held the wooden slab, studying the painting on it carefully, a smile spreading across her lips.

The painter had captured Ashera’s expression perfectly.

Beneath the curved black ram horns, his brows were slightly furrowed, the corners of his mouth turned down, and his pale face was clouded with gloom-a clear picture of displeasure.

“That’s what you get for manipulating someone else’s consciousness so carelessly. Now you’re facing the backlash,” Beili said with a laugh, pointing at the painting. “He captured your grumpy face perfectly.”

Ashera’s left hand remained over his heart.

He didn’t react much to her words, only offering a slight curl of his lips.

After a moment, he suddenly said something out of the blue: “Then from now on, you can only buy it for me.”

…?

Beili looked up with her red eyes, thinking for a few seconds before she barely managed to realize he was still stuck on the previous topic of buying candy.

Beili tilted her head, looking at him with amusement. A flicker of mischief danced in her deep red eyes; she suddenly wanted to see how he would react.

“You say I can only buy for you, but does that mean I’ll listen?” she said, her tone serious yet playful.

“I’m actually planning to go to the shop and buy a hundred jars of candy. I’m going to take them back to Butterfly Valley and distribute ninety-nine of them to the people in Constance Castle. As for the last jar… I’ll give it to a certain someone on the day he proposes to me.”
After speaking, Beili tucked the painting into her Spatial Bracelet and stood up abruptly, ready to stride toward the candy shop.

Behind her, the sculpted lines of a perfect face contorted for a fleeting moment.

The smile on his face vanished completely, replaced in the blink of an eye by a brooding gloom.

As the girl turned to leave, a cold, pale hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace.

She fell backward into a frigid chest.

The man looked down with hollow golden eyes, his expression now nothing but grim malice.

However, after signing the Life-and-Death Contract, Beili wasn’t afraid of Ashera losing his temper at all.

She was even willing to meet the challenge head-on-

“Don’t be so arrogant in public… mmph!”

Meeting the challenge head-on.

The consequence of being too arrogant.

A large hand cradled her head as the man leaned down, his mouth covering hers in a heavy kiss.

Cold lips pressed against warm ones.

The second half of her sentence was swallowed before she could speak it.

Before she could even close her mouth, she felt a deep, piercing chill invade her lips in the next second.

His kiss was forceful.

His grip on her wrist was equally tight.

Only after his anger was dissipated did the pressure of his kiss and his hand gradually soften.

The pink glow from the fluorite streetlamps dispelled the deepening twilight, falling upon his starlight-flecked silver hair and coating it in a misty pink fringe.

Those downcast, hollow golden eyes…

Their color shifted, turning dark and profound, with golden waves surging within.

The wisps of black mist surrounding them were as thick as storm clouds.

Only after they dispersed did the girl see the twinkling stars and the bright moon in the night sky.

Her teeth suddenly clicked together.

Whether intentional or not, she gave that melting frost a light nip.

Eyelashes like black feathers quivered.

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

He closed his eyes.

People passed by all around them, yet no one noticed them at all.

Even if someone did see, they would forget the moment they turned away.

…

After the kiss ended, Ashera held the girl lightly, leaning back against the bench with his head tilted slightly up. The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curve upward.

The stifling feeling that had been clogging his chest had vanished.

Beili saw him smiling and then looked at the passing crowds, immediately struggling to get out of his arms.

Following that, a dense layer of invisible black mist instantly covered her.

“Don’t worry, no one will see.”

Ashera lowered his head and tightened his arms, holding her close like one would a cat.

Beili’s ear happened to be pressed right against Ashera’s chest.

She instinctively listened, but it was silent inside.

“That… I didn’t receive any Mana!”

She looked away, trying to steady her breathing while forcing herself to speak.

Ashera let out a low chuckle, his broad chest heaving slightly.

A few seconds later, he suddenly said:

“He wants to take back those words, my dear Little Butterfly.”

“…He has more words he wants to take back?”

Beili rolled her eyes.

Two seconds later, she asked:

“Which words?”

He leaned down slightly and whispered in her ear:

“He says… he realized that he does care.”