Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 207

Chapter 207

The kiss was saturated with blood, madness, and possession.

Ashera’s golden eyes remained half-lidded, fixed on her from beginning to end. The black veins within his eyes branched out like creeping roots.

Then, sharp teeth pierced her lip. Fresh blood trickled down the corner of her mouth, mingling with the bloody tears dripping from his face.

A moment later.

He released the hand he had clamped around her neck.

Beili felt the crushing pressure on her body suddenly lighten. Ashera cupped her face, tightening his arms around her as he kissed her deeply.

After a long while, their lips parted.

He gently caressed her lips, his fingertips staining with the blood at the corner of her mouth. He placed his finger into his mouth and licked it lightly.

Ashera suddenly became tender.

“Did I scare you?”

Finally catching her breath, Beili nodded, still shaken, while observing his expression.

Eerie black veins still crawled through his eyes.

Then, those golden eyes looked over.

Beili averted her gaze-she had subconsciously expected those eyes to be hollow.

“I heard you earlier. You said you were taking it back.”

He spoke slowly.

“Yes. Don’t forget that you’ve taken back your words twice now. This is only my first time,” Beili said in a low voice, not looking at him.

The sharp sting on her lips was slowly fading under the self-healing power of her Butterfly Bloodline. She heard Ashera speak again, his voice measured:

“Additionally, regarding the seventy years you mentioned before… I have considered it seriously. It won’t do.”

“Then… what do you want?”

“What do I want?”

Ashera smiled, a thick, inseparable shadow swirling in his eyes.

“My intentions have never changed.”

He let out a sigh.

“Let’s go somewhere else to look at the moon. I’ve grown tired of the moon here.”

With that, Ashera gently covered her eyes with his hand.

Before she could react.

In the next second, darkness submerged her like a tidal wave.

***

Beili had a dreamless night.

It didn’t feel like sleeping; it felt like being sealed inside a completely pitch-black box.

There wasn’t a sliver of light, nor a hint of sound.

Until she felt a slight vibration, like the sensation of wheels rolling over the ground, transmitting into a carriage…

A carriage.

She was currently in a carriage.

Beili woke up abruptly.

She realized she was still being held in someone’s cold embrace.

Her surroundings were still pitch black; she couldn’t even see her own hand in front of her face.

Beili wasn’t sure if the person holding her now was Ashera in his Youth Form or the Ashera with ram horns on his head.

“Ashera…” she called out softly.

“Awake?”

Accompanied by a deep, low, and mellow voice, a large, cold hand covered her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her.

It was the adult man form of Ashera with the ram horns.

Beili sighed inwardly.

After a moment of thought, she asked, “Is it day or night outside?”

If it were daytime, there was a high probability that Ashera would revert to his Youth Form. If that were the case, communication would be much easier.

She now desperately missed that youth who spoke with a stutter.

“It is daytime.”

Ashera gave a low chuckle, tightening his arms to pull her closer into his embrace. He lowered his head, resting his chin against her forehead as he whispered, “My dear Little Butterfly, we are currently on our way to a new place. But… were you thinking that since it’s already daytime, why hasn’t the other ‘me’ appeared?”

His voice was gentle, but his breath was a frigid mist that puffed softly against her forehead.

“Unfortunately, I must disappoint you. He and I had some disagreements, so he won’t be appearing again for a long time.”

Ashera’s words caused Beili’s heart to sink slightly.

“Ashera…”

She remained quiet for a few seconds before asking softly, “Where are we going?”

The carriage wheels continued to rumble, rolling on and on.
Ashera watched the young girl in his arms through the darkness, answering with a soft chuckle.

“We are going to get the second item.”

Gently stroking her hair, his Adam’s apple bobbed twice. His voice carried a hint of raspiness as he added, “And then, I shall punish you.”

Punishment…

Beili really didn’t want to understand him instantly, nor did she want to be punished.

She thought about it carefully and asked softly, “Does Princess Renee of Tilisha like you very much?”

Before proceeding, she had to confirm one thing-whether retrieving the three items required the current holders to surrender them voluntarily.

“Hmm? Why do you ask?”

Cold fingers gently caressed her cheek.

As if he had heard an amusing question, Ashera’s lips curled slightly in the dark, his tone drawn out and slow. “Is it because she gave me her eye?”

“If she didn’t like you, why would she give her eye to you?” Beili said, her eyelashes lowered.

Even though Princess Renee and Ashera had only known each other for a single day, the fact that Her Highness had stuck to the Second Prince for the entire ball was enough to show how much she liked him.

“Do you care?”

In the darkness, the man let out a low laugh, his voice deep and gentle.

Beili blinked her red eyes, unsure how to answer.

“Rest assured, she is merely an obedient child. She holds no attraction for me.”

As if remembering something, Ashera paused, then added slowly, “She isn’t even qualified to be part of my diet.”

“Then what about Princess Renee? Does Princess Renee like you?” Beili asked again.

“Does it matter whether she likes me or not?”

In the dark, Ashera looked down at the girl in his arms with golden eyes, his voice carrying a trace of lazy amusement.

“Even if she likes me, so what?”

He spoke with utter indifference. A moment later, he sighed.

“My dear Little Butterfly, if you truly cared right now, perhaps I’d answer you properly.”

“I do care,” Beili said at once.

The carriage kept moving, the wheels rolling with a dull, monotonous rhythm.

“Only caring now? That’s a little late.”

Ashera gave a low chuckle, his gaze turning faintly cold as his chin brushed lightly against the hair at her temple.

“And you answered too slowly. I don’t feel like answering that question anymore.”

He sighed, fingers stroking her cheek and leaving behind a chill.

“You need to make it more obvious before I’ll believe you.”

“Then how do you want me to show it?” Beili asked seriously.

“Let me think-”

The smile in his voice deepened. Beili heard Ashera say slowly, “Why don’t you tell me this: when you ‘care,’ what does it feel like in your heart?”

Everything around them was pitch-black.

With her vision sealed off, her other senses sharpened-especially hearing and touch.

Ashera’s cold breath brushed her forehead, ticklish, carrying a dangerous edge.

Beili fell silent for a while. She found the question hard to answer; she wasn’t sure what she was feeling, and she didn’t like amplifying her emotions.

Still, she answered honestly. “It’s… a bit uncomfortable.”

That should be a fairly moderate answer.

“Uncomfortable?”

At her response, Ashera’s smile faded a little. His golden eyes narrowed, and the low, gentle timbre of his voice turned colder in the dark.

“Just uncomfortable?”

“Not even a little jealousy? Anger?”

“…” There really wasn’t.

A moment later.

Ashera gave a soft laugh, leaning back as he caught her by the shoulders and turned her around.

His other arm circled her. By the time Beili came back to herself, she was already draped over Ashera.

“My dear Little Butterfly,” the man murmured in the dark, his voice laced with a faintly bewitching allure. “So your fondness for me is that thin.”