Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 169

Chapter 169

“Since it’s a cordial invitation, it wouldn’t be right to refuse outright…”

The young girl said, “However, I have no interest in riding horses. Mother, if possible, have them set up a place to relax and rest near the stables. If they can do that, I would be more than happy to go.”

Madam Constance glanced at Bartholomew and asked with some uncertainty, “Luoluo, are you serious?”

“Of course, I’m serious.”

Beili nodded solemnly.

Then, remembering something important, she hurriedly bid Madam Constance farewell.

“Mother, you should go give them your answer. I need to head out for a bit.”

“My dear, where are you going?”

“I’m going to pick up my lamb. It should be finished with its bath by now, and I need to buy a few more things…”

Like some magic to help with sleep… if it ends up being useful.

Beili quickened her pace as she spoke.

“I’ll be back soon.”

…

Led by a clerk from the tailor shop, Beili crossed the wide, clean street to the pet shop just one block away.

Before she even stepped through the door, the staff at the pet shop-having heard she was there to pick up the Black Lamb-rushed out of the shop as if they had seen their savior.

“Miss, you’re finally here!”

The man complained incessantly, “That lamb of yours… it’s as if its wool is hiding countless needles. You bleed the moment you touch it, and even wrapping it carefully in cotton cloth doesn’t work.”

“But that’s not even the most important part!”

The man’s tone shifted.

“The important thing is that not long after your precious lamb arrived at the shop, it stole and ate an entire basket of veterinary medicine.”

“Medicine? What kind of medicine?” Beili asked blankly, caught off guard.

“Breeding medicine!” the pet shop employee replied. “An entire basket of three hundred pills-gone!”

Breeding medicine… wasn’t that just an aphro… an aphrodisiac?

Beili understood. This was a total disaster.

If it had been any other medicine, she wouldn’t have thought it was much of a problem; after all, he was a Demon.

But this specific medicine…

“I will compensate you for your losses,” Beili said as she walked into the shop.

“Forget the losses. After swallowing three hundred pills, there’s a good chance it might just drop dead,” the employee explained behind her, his expression not softening in the slightest.

“Because for a pet of its size, half a pill is usually enough to achieve the desired effect. Miss, do you understand what I’m saying? We tried everything to give it emetics to make it throw up, but we couldn’t even get close to it.”

Three hundred pills…

Beili was slightly shocked. She looked up and immediately saw that petite black shadow.

Aside from the Black Lamb sitting in the cage, all the other small animals were shivering and huddling in the corners furthest away from it.

As for the Black Lamb…

It was ‘looking’ at her with lazy, rather displeased golden eyes.

It was quiet, not making a single ‘baa’ or sound.

That arrogant aura…

Beili quickly realized that the one inhabiting the Black Lamb’s body right now wasn’t Ashera in his Youth Form, but the adult male form of Ashera with horns on his head.
Lines of frustration practically slid down her forehead as she hurried to scoop it out of the cage.

It was burning hot to the touch.

She handed the clerk a few gold coins as compensation, and in return, the clerk gave her a packet of emetics.

Then, clutching the Black Lamb, she beat a hasty retreat.

…

“Why… why did you eat those?”

Beili asked as she walked, choosing to have selective amnesia about the fact that she was the one who had dumped him at the pet shop in the first place.

“He ate them.”

A man’s lazy voice drifted out from the Black Lamb.

Beili: …

Fine, fine, fine.

Beili took a soft breath, adjusted the subject of her sentence, and asked again:

“Then, why did he eat that medicine?”

The Black Lamb tilted its head slightly. After two seconds of silence, it spoke.

“My dear Little Butterfly, he is currently in a state of chaos. He has no way of answering your questions.”

The voice was laced with amusement.

“What kind of chaos?”

Was it the kind of chaos where he was dizzy, blurred in consciousness, and talking nonsense, or…

“The kind where he opens his eyes and sees you…” he explained, “and wants to bite through your veins, gnaw on your hand bones, and swallow every drop of your blood and every piece of your flesh.”

…

That was a sickness. It needed treatment.

Beili immediately tore open the packet of emetics. She pulled out one-no, she scooped out all of them-and held them to the Black Lamb’s mouth.

“Eat these. You’ll be fine once you throw those pills up.”

“No.”

His refusal was incredibly decisive.

He twisted his fuzzy little black head to the side, his very posture rejecting her.

A moment later, he added, “He says he refuses the proposal.”

‘He’ my foot…

He was supposedly in ‘chaos’ a second ago, but now he was lucid enough to refuse medicine?

Beili had no choice but to put the medicine away for now. She turned back to the lamb.

“Then ask him, why did he eat that medicine?”

As she spoke, she remembered the pet shop clerk’s gestures; a single veterinary pill was half the size of a finger.

Three hundred of them.

If they hadn’t been digested yet, she might be able to press them out by hand.

With that thought, Beili continued walking while cradling the Black Lamb, her hand quietly reaching out to rub its belly.

The Black Lamb’s body visibly stiffened.

However, it didn’t resist at all. Instead, it took the opportunity to nuzzle and rub against her chest.

Beili rubbed a few circles before finding an opening to apply some pressure. The Black Lamb didn’t vomit.

Instead, a man’s deep, trembling sigh echoed from her arms.

“…”

Beili’s hand froze on its stomach. For a moment, she didn’t know if she should continue pressing until it threw up.

But this guy didn’t look like he wanted to vomit at all.

On the contrary, his temperature was getting even higher.

“Why stop?”

The man’s voice coming from the Black Lamb sounded like he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

“You… you haven’t answered my question yet.”

As if to encourage her to continue, he confessed truthfully:

“He heard that taking that medicine would make him hot, so he ate it.”

Hot?

‘If… if I get hot… you won’t h-hide from me anymore.’

Beili recalled what he had said that morning. She felt both bewildered and amused.

“I don’t even know what to say to you. Just… don’t go eating random medicine next time.”

Helpless, she pinched the Black Lamb’s ear, then quickened her pace and turned into a magic item shop.