Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 185

Chapter 185

There was, of course, another important reason why they could afford to be so leisurely: Butterfly Valley truly had no Mana to absorb.

The people in the valley lived relatively peaceful lives. They didn’t crave wealth or glory, nor did they harbor lofty ambitions; they simply wanted to live quiet, ordinary lives.

It was precisely for this reason that the people of Butterfly Valley showed little interest in learning magic, to the point that even the graveyards here lacked any leaking Mana.

Spending her days in idleness without a source of Mana made Beili a bit anxious.

The youth seemed completely indifferent to the scarcity of Mana. He was more than willing to share his own with her through a kiss.

But Beili refused.

His Mana had to be saved for dealing with the Mages by the King’s side!

This Stinky Goat really had no sense of planning.

After being rejected, the youth didn’t drop any more little ice beads.

Whenever he sensed someone nearby, he would pointedly ask her if that person could be killed.

Even though the people of Butterfly Valley weren’t even worth a glance to him-completely unqualified to be on his menu-he could still use them as leverage to trade for a kiss.

After being played by his tactics a few times, Beili realized it-this new contract had a bug!

The Stinky Goat was restless during the day, and at night, he became incredibly clingy.

Ever since she had unlocked the joy of manual labor, the moment Beili finished her bath and climbed under the covers, a certain goat would instantly transform from his Black Lamb form into a youth and impatiently press himself against her.

With his eyelashes lowered slightly, his hollow golden eyes “looked” at her.

“In books, this kind of behavior is called indulgence,” Beili said to him with a serious face.

“It’s very bad for your health.”

Though she knew full well that a Demon’s body didn’t care about health in that regard.

But the point was that during the process, a certain goat insisted she watch him, listen to him, and he would even hold her hand tightly…

Beili felt like she was going to go mad in the midst of the tranquility.

She felt like she was about to become a statue of Buddha.

When the youth was completely submerged in the waves of desire, she could only silently recite a heart-clearing mantra in her mind to maintain her sanity.

Ashera was becoming increasingly aware of how to tempt her.

Beili even had a strong delusion-

This guy was seducing her. And he was doing so quite urgently.

While Beili was often kissed into a daze, and her dark red eyes would frequently catch a hint of desire under the influence of the atmosphere, she still tried her best to restrain herself, as this was her first relationship.

Because the pace of this romance was simply too fast.

After all, from the moment Ashera acknowledged his feelings until now, only a week had passed.

Perhaps it was her restraint that left the youth feeling puzzled.

It was roughly two nights before Cyril’s Coming-of-Age Ceremony.

The youth buried his pale, cold face in the crook of her neck.

Trembling and groaning low, he couldn’t help but open his mouth, wanting to leave a deep bite mark on her collarbone, but then he closed it again.

After he quieted down, he slowly raised his face. His cold, thin lips lightly brushed against the girl’s crimson, slightly swollen lips.

Then, in a faint voice, he said to her, “I… I’m leaving tomorrow.”

It was very sudden.

Hearing this, Beili froze for a moment. She raised her red eyes to look at him and instinctively asked, “Where are you going?”

“The palace.”

The youth answered softly. After a pause, he added, “Going back to… prepare.”

Beili nodded somewhat dazedly.

She got out of bed to discard the handkerchief and wash her hands. When she returned to bed, she pulled Ashera-who had proactively turned back into the Black Lamb-into her arms.

But even now, her whole mind was still a bit blank. Her thoughts seemed to be stuck on the youth’s words about leaving.

The night was exceptionally quiet.

The Black Lamb curled up in her arms for a long time, keenly sensing that she was not yet asleep.
After waiting for a long time, it looked up in confusion, the small lamb’s head emitting a youth’s weak voice.

“Why… why aren’t you sleeping?”

the youth asked, puzzled.

Beili realized her own abnormality as well; she actually couldn’t bear to let him go.

Was this the legendary honeymoon phase? No wonder people used the term “love brain.”

She was actually losing sleep because this Stinky Goat was leaving Butterfly Valley tomorrow.

But other couples didn’t stick together all day long, not even married ones.

From what she had observed of the Duke and Duchess Constance, they didn’t spend all day together either, barely seeing each other except at mealtimes.

The Duke and Duchess even slept in separate bedrooms most of the time.

Their feelings weren’t intense, but they were very stable.

And so.

Beili closed her eyes, pretending she was sleeping.

However, her mind was filled with only one thing-Ashera was leaving tomorrow.

A strange emotion welled up from the depths of her heart, feeling somewhat sour.

She felt it for a long while before finally confirming that it was the pain of parting.

Seeing that she didn’t answer, the Black Lamb was a bit confused but didn’t press further.

It merely rubbed its fluffy head gently against her neck.

Five minutes later, if she still wasn’t asleep, it would rub against her again.

It did this no less than ten times.

Beili finally realized clearly-she had insomnia.

She let out a soft sigh into the silent, still night.

“How about you hypnotize me?”

Beili said to the Black Lamb in her arms. “Sing that Requiem. I fall asleep as soon as I hear it.”

The Black Lamb in her arms paused before explaining, “I don’t… don’t know how to sing that… only he does.”

Beili followed his lead and said, “Then call him out. It feels like I haven’t seen him for several days.”

The Black Lamb’s golden eyes looked somewhat dark in the night.

In the next second, the Black Lamb in her arms transformed into the silver-haired, golden-eyed youth.

The youth stroked her cheek and said tenderly:

“I can… can also coax you to… to sleep.”

He held her, his movements as gentle as the way she usually stroked his wool, lightly patting her back.

Beili smiled silently and asked, “Why won’t he come out? Does he not want to see me?”

The youth continued to stroke her back, remaining silent as if he hadn’t heard the question.

Only then did she recall that it really had been many days since she had seen the version of Ashera who was a man with horns on his head.

Ever since that dream.

Beili pinched his ear and said, “Make him come out, now. No playing deaf and mute.”

Only then did the youth explain softly, “He… doesn’t want to come out lately.”

Beili was stunned for a moment and pressed, “Why?”

“He… won’t let me say, either.”

Beili: …

“Could it be that I hurt him last time?” she asked in a low voice.

The youth’s eyelashes lowered. After a long while, he finally said:

“He said he would… would come out to coax… coax you to sleep… You can… close your eyes now.”

Beili found it somewhat baffling, but she still closed her red eyes as Ashera told her to.

Soon, she felt a pair of large, cold hands covering her eyes.

“Why don’t you want to come out?”

Beili asked immediately.

The man did not answer her. A burst of bone-chilling cold air spread around her ears.

Following that, the man began to hum the familiar melody.

Beili quickly fell into a deep sleep.

…

By the time she woke up again, it was broad daylight.

She instinctively reached out to her side, only to feel a cold emptiness.

There was no sign of the man, no sign of the youth, and not even the shadow of the lamb was to be seen.