Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - chapter 2

The situation was the same for the boy in front of Beili.

When his arms were grabbed, the boy stiffened, as if, in his confusion, he suddenly became aware.

He struggled with all his might.

Although his arms were clearly tied behind his back with strips of cloth, somehow the boy found the strength to make the two people holding him sway unsteadily, nearly falling over in the blink of an eye.

“Oh my god! Make him behave!” Daisy exclaimed.

Seeing the boy so unruly, Les seemed to feel his dignity was at stake.

He strode forward, roughly grabbed the boy’s silver hair at his forehead, and at the same time raised his knee to viciously strike his thin back. The others followed suit, throwing punches at him.

Only with the combined effort of four people was the boy finally subdued.

But no one noticed.

After being pinned to the ground by several people, the boy’s lips curled up ever so slightly.

Though his eyes remained empty and lifeless, the upturned corners of his mouth silently expressed his delight.

Beili noticed. Beili trembled with fear.

Having read the original novel, she knew better than anyone that this villainous fifth male lead was not quite right in the head.

Some hunters, to toy with their prey, would deliberately let it escape and then recapture it, making the prey experience the shift from hope to despair.

But this villainous fifth male lead was the opposite.

In the original book, he especially loved to pretend to be weak, letting everyone unleash their malice upon him without restraint. The more painful and miserable the bullying, the more excited he became when it was time to strike back.

While reading the novel, the fifth male lead’s deranged qualities danced wildly across Beili’s XP bar.

But now, having been sent into the world of the book and facing this boy who enjoyed gouging out eyes and ripping out hearts…

Beili only wanted to die on the spot.

She looked at the boy on the ground, who was extremely unruly, then glanced at the overly quiet girl beside her.

Daisy covered her mouth and giggled, bending down to whisper in her ear, “Little Bartholomew, why are you so quiet? Are you secretly looking forward to kissing a stranger?”

Little Bartholomew?

Bartholomew?

Her transmigrated host body was Bartholomew?!

Bartholomew was the real heiress and the vicious female supporting character in the book…

As the lost daughter of the Constance Family, Bartholomew in the original novel was labeled as mean, moody, with a beautiful but perpetually sullen face, and enjoyed tormenting the household servants.

As the vicious supporting character, Bartholomew detested the heroine Susanna, not only treating her as a servant but also envying everything she had.

Throughout the story, Bartholomew was always busy creating misunderstandings and rifts between the male and female leads.

Every time the heroine was drowned in rumors, Bartholomew played a part.

…

She had actually transmigrated into Bartholomew…

Recalling the ending of Bartholomew in the original novel at lightning speed, Beili wanted to die even more!

The ending of the original novel:

Bartholomew was imprisoned in a cramped Golden Cage, surrounded by Black Rose vines watered with Rapid Growth Potion.

After just a nap, upon waking, the thorny vines had already invaded the cage, filling it completely.

Bartholomew was tortured to death by those thorny vines of the Black Rose.

Afterwards, when the doctor examined Bartholomew’s corpse, he found her eyes had been slashed blind, and her throat poisoned mute.

Having read the original novel, Beili naturally knew that the one who tortured Bartholomew and imprisoned her in the Golden Cage was none other than the silver-haired boy pinned to the ground before her – Ashera.
At this thought, Beili felt as if she coughed up a mouthful of old blood in her heart.

The force at the back of her head gradually increased, and Beili was forced closer to the struggling boy.

The boy’s body was taut, his eyelashes trembling, his shoulders still straining, every part of him expressing resistance.

But Beili knew it was all an act, all a façade he put on.

He clearly possessed overwhelming power, able to reap the lives of everyone present as easily as crushing ants, yet this male lead number five just liked to maintain a weak appearance when others bullied him.

All for the thrill of the counterattack.

If those golden eyes could see, given his madman tendencies, he would definitely be observing the girl’s expression while performing his resistance.

Watching to see if she was unwilling, watching to see how much she despised him.

Of course, Beili did not despise him.

How could Beili dare to despise this mad Demon?

She could not struggle, could not resist, could not show even a hint of disgust; she had to let him know she was different from the fools around them.

Under the dim, flickering candlelight, the two gradually drew closer.

The cold mist of the boy’s breath gently brushed against her nose.

Pressed by the crowd, Beili inevitably kissed the boy’s pale, icy yet soft lips.

She even tasted a hint of blood in his mouth.

The boy’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and a tiny droplet hanging from his lashes trembled and fell.

The surroundings fell silent for two seconds, then erupted into a round of jeering laughter.

Everyone laughed until they were out of breath, clutching their stomachs and stomping their feet, whistles mixed in with the uproar.

The force behind them vanished, and their tightly pressed lips parted.

Beili collapsed to the ground. Looking up, her gaze quietly fell on the silver-haired boy before her.

After all, given the male lead number five’s hidden dark side, he should now be tearing off his mask, smiling cruelly, and beginning a massacre, slaughtering all the fools who bullied him.

But the counterattack Beili both feared and anticipated did not happen.

The silver-haired boy, still bound, remained kneeling on the ground, his posture unchanged. He tilted his head slightly, a somewhat bewildered look on his face.

Just as the crowd was laughing themselves hoarse and Beili was silently urging, ‘Counterattack, counterattack them!’ a sharp, piercing whistle suddenly rang out.

“Who are you people! Why are you here!”

The whistle was accompanied by chaotic footsteps, drawing closer from afar.

“Damn!”

“Oh-damn it!”

“Les, they’re patrol officers! Run!”

In an instant, the group’s expressions changed dramatically.

They hurriedly snuffed out the candles in the corner, then rushed out of the cramped cell all at once.

Heads ducked, they scattered in all directions, footsteps echoing in chaos.

……

Patrol officers?

Beili caught a few words.

She hesitated, wondering whether to follow the crowd out of the cell, when someone suddenly drew close and pulled her behind them.

“Crouch… crouch under the bed… cough… don’t… don’t make a sound…”

His speech was halting, tinged with a faint tremor.

But it sounded gentle, like the last drop of milk falling into a cup and mingling with the rest-clear, soft, and delicate.

It was pleasant to hear.