Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 165

Chapter 165

The pristine white stationery was slowly smoothed out on the tabletop.

The mass of black mist shrouded the letter, seemingly sensing its contents through the subtle indentations-

The first thing it found was a heart shape made of pressed flowers, thin and light, pasted onto the paper.

Hmph.

The black mist seemed to let out a cold snort.

Then came the second thing, written in the corner of the stationery-four simple words:

‘I miss you too.’

…

In the blink of an eye.

The black mist on the table vanished, replaced by a silver-haired youth in a Black Robe.

He sat languidly on the edge of the table.

As if unable to believe his eyes, his pale hand slowly brushed over those four words, twice.

Under the slanting moonlight, a smile appeared on his gloomy face, only to quickly turn twisted and hideous.

Rip, rip-

The youth ruthlessly tore the letter to shreds. The fragments drifted down like snowflakes.

A second before they hit the ground, they were incinerated by black flames.

His handsome features were now clouded with darkness.

He turned his hollow golden eyes to ‘look’ toward the bed.

With a cold laugh, the youth transformed back into black mist and moved to the bedside.

…

The girl’s duvet and pillows were a pale grayish-purple.

A soft, light-gray gauze curtain hung down in even folds, enveloping the entire bed.

She was fast asleep, hugging a butterfly-shaped pillow. She had intentionally left a few Morpho Butterflies resting on her silky, silver-gray hair to stand guard in silence.

In an instant.

The black mist coalesced into the form of a man.

His long silver hair cascaded down. Beneath the Black Robe, his pale toes hovered in the air.

He tilted his head slightly, listening to the girl’s slow, steady breathing.

His hollow eyes lowered, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Whatever he was thinking, his hideous smile gradually faded, leaving only a slightly bitter curve at the corners of his lips, mixed with an imperceptible longing.

The man reached out, his hand-paler than the moonlight-touching the hanging gauze curtain.

He gently pulled it aside.

The Morpho Butterflies resting on the girl’s hair were immediately startled by his movement. They fluttered their wings and took flight, hovering before him.

The man’s lips curled slightly as he raised his other hand, placing his index finger against his cold, thin lips in a shushing gesture to the butterflies.

Then, he lifted the duvet and transformed into a Black Lamb, burrowing inside.

There was a rustle beneath the grayish-purple covers.

The Black Lamb successfully nestled into the girl’s arms.

It pushed aside the butterfly pillow she was holding and curled up in that warm embrace.

It sank recklessly and greedily into the intoxicating scent radiating from her body heat.

The night grew deeper.

The moon reached its zenith, becoming even more brilliant. The moonlight fell like clear water, as silvery-white as snow.

…

Beili was sleeping fitfully.

She was used to hugging something when she slept, usually a pillow.

Ever since Lady Constance had made her a butterfly pillow filled with lavender, she had been sleeping with it.

However, the butterfly pillow in her arms tonight suddenly seemed furry-and ice-cold.

The ‘pillow’ was also quite noisy.

When Beili tried to push it away because of the cold, it would emit broken sobs to condemn her actions.

And when it somehow found its way back into her arms, it would let out muffled chuckles.

Sometimes.

Beili could vaguely hear it letting out suppressed, nearly inaudible, faint gasps.

The ‘pillow’ reached out a pair of hands and hugged her, tightening its grip more and more.

Her sleepiness gradually dissipated.

Beili frowned slightly and opened her eyes, only to see a flash of silver in her field of vision.

That silver was buried against her neck.

…

Her red eyes blinked softly.

Beili slowly lowered her gaze, looking at the youth who was clinging to her like a set of chains.

Once she realized what was happening, she let out a lazy yawn and said, “You woke me up.”

The silver figure did not look up upon hearing her voice.

His nose and cold lips remained pressed against her quickening pulse.

She spoke again, her hazy voice intentionally tinged with a distant coldness as she asked calmly, “So, do you have something you want to say to me?”

As her words fell, the youth tightened his arms even further.

He buried his face deeper, as if wishing to merge with her.

After letting out a satisfied sigh, he finally spoke.

“Yes…”

Beneath her curled lashes, Beili’s red eyes flickered slightly.

Her voice became very soft.

“Then say it.”

The youth finally released his grip and lifted his face.

His messy silver hair parted slightly to the sides, and his hollow, vacant golden eyes ‘looked’ at her.

A faint flush bloomed at the corners of his eyes.

By the light of the few silvery-white moonbeams slanting in through the window.

Beili saw a soft smile appear on the youth’s gloomy, pale face, carrying a hint of the familiar, fawning tone she knew-

“I… like you.”

His voice trembled as she heard him say, “Madly… in love.”