Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 171

Chapter 171

With a quiet sigh, Beili pursed her lips and said, “Just… once.”

Hardly had the words left her mouth when the sound of splashing water echoed.

The man had already leaned toward the edge of the bathtub, unable to wait any longer as he leaned in close.

However, he stopped just two inches away from her, waiting quietly.

Beili gazed at the man right in front of her.

The corners of his lips were slightly curved, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and his perfectly sculpted face held an undisguised look of anticipation.

She swallowed hard, then slowly leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against his lips.

Ashera’s lips used to be cold.

Now, it was as if the ice had melted, turning into bubbling water that was on the verge of boiling.

The man licked the lingering moisture from his lower lip, asking with lingering desire, “Only once?”

“Only once.”

She felt like her voice was made of stone.

“Twice,” he said slowly.

Beili was silent for a few seconds before she compromised. “…Fine, twice.”

Wanting to get it over with quickly, she leaned in again and gently kissed the man’s lips.

But this time…

A wet hand pressed against the back of her head, preventing her from pulling away.

His other hand cupped her cheek, the scent of bath soap lingering between his fingers.

His lips curved slightly.

The gentle kiss of a night breeze over a lake transformed into surging waves beneath a thunderstorm.

This kiss lasted until a knock sounded at the door.

Beili hurriedly reached out and shoved the clingy fellow down into the bathtub.

“Dear, it’s time for dinner,” Lady Constance called from outside.

“Okay, Mother, I’ll be right there,” Beili replied, forcing herself to sound calm.

The man in the Black Robe was submerged in the water inside the tub.

His long silver hair swayed with the ripples, and his beautiful golden eyes were out of focus as he ‘looked’ at her through the mist, seemingly unafraid of choking on the water.

“Turn into a sheep. I’ll take you back to the room first, and…” Beili lowered her voice to warn him, “Don’t make a sound.”

The man blinked lazily.

In the next second, black mist surged, leaving only a Black Lamb in the bathtub.

After dinner.

At Lady Constance’s warm invitation, they went to the balcony. Accompanied by a gentle evening breeze, they drank tea and chatted pleasantly for a while while watching the sunset over the Imperial City.

It wasn’t until the sun had completely set that Beili found an opportunity to bid Lady Constance goodnight and return to her room.

She opened the door, closed it, and turned around.

She saw Ashera pacing irritably back and forth in the room.

One moment he was a sheep, the next a youth, and then a man with ram horns on his head.

A thick black mist drifted around him.

As if possessed of its own life, the black mist churned incessantly, letting out raspy wails. Within the mist, thick black ink dripped down, falling to the floor drop by drop.

Wherever he walked, his Black Robe trailed behind him, leaving thick ink stains in its wake.

She stood still and asked tentatively, “Ashera, are you alright?”

Hearing her voice, Ashera did not approach.

He merely paused his footsteps for a moment, tilted his head, and gave her a brief ‘look’ with his hollow eyes.

His thin lips moved slightly as if he were saying something.

Then, he shook his head and continued pacing irritably in place.

“What’s wrong?”

Beili’s brows furrowed slightly as she moved to step toward him.

Ashera stopped again and raised his hand. Several ribbons of black mist instantly appeared, binding her in place.

Beili was stunned by this sudden development.

Then, she heard a raspy voice that sounded muffled, warning her, “Don’t come over.”

“Okay.”

Beili nodded immediately. She glanced at the black mist on her body and added, “I won’t get close to you, I promise. So, you can let me go now.”

Only then did Ashera lower his hand.

The ribbon-like black mist receded quickly like a tide, releasing her.

Beili pulled over a chair and sat down.

She watched Ashera pace back and forth. Every strand of his hair, every wisp of black mist, and every corner of his clothes radiated irritability.

After a while.

“How about… I help you?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Beili herself was stunned. She began to doubt if the person who just spoke was really her.

“You help me-” The raspy voice, sounding muffled and scorched by coals, spoke the first half. Then, in the next second, it reverted to the man’s low, soft voice. “How will you help?”

“Uh… with my hand.”

What was she saying?!

Though her posture was calm, her expression composed, and her voice steady, Beili felt like she was going crazy inside.

“With your hand?”

Ashera repeated slowly, his tone drawn out and filled with confusion.

“Um… speaking of hands, you could actually use your own. After all, you have hands too…”

The more she spoke, the more ridiculous it felt.

What kind of nonsense was she babbling…

Her red eyes flickered as she looked up.

She saw that beneath the man’s long silver hair, his handsome brows had gradually knitted into a confused arc upon hearing her words.

“I mean, although our relationship has just begun, it just started, so this kind of thing is, uh…”

A bit too fast.

Her voice grew smaller and smaller.

This was because the confusion in the man’s eyes became even more apparent.

She stopped abruptly, saying no more.

Heavens, what strange things was she saying? She was going out of her mind, truly going out of her mind.

But… surely he didn’t actually not know?

She wasn’t sure if Ashera was pretending to be ignorant.

After all, his acting had always been excellent. Though he occasionally slipped up, most of the time, one couldn’t tell he was acting at all.

While she was lost in thought…

The man’s figure suddenly appeared in front of her. His arms gripped both sides of the chair, his tall silhouette looming over her.

His silver hair, which carried a hint of warmth, draped over her shoulders.

“How will you help?” he asked.