Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 210

Chapter 210

Behind her, it felt as though a pair of golden eyes were fixed upon her.

A pale, slightly grey hand reached out.

He turned on the showerhead in front of her, and warm water cascaded down, soaking her body.

Steam began to rise.

The cramped space became hazy and blurred.

Beili could clearly feel that gaze falling on her again from behind.

Through the thickening mist of the bathroom, those golden eyes watched her slowly, a faint, inscrutable smile playing within them.

Bit by bit, he removed the ornaments and ribbons from her hair, letting her pinned-up tresses fall loose.

Ashera’s cold fingertips gently lifted her damp strands, bringing them to his lips for a soft kiss.

Then.

His fingertips brushed lightly against her back, leaving cold, delicate trails amidst the falling hot water.

Beili swallowed hard.

Just as her red eyes flickered downward, Ashera approached from behind. He grabbed her face to turn her back toward him, leaning down to kiss her.

His lips drew close to hers, stopping just before they touched.

His golden eyes, bright and burning like molten gold, stared at her. Beads of water slid down his eyelashes, which had been dampened by the hot spray.

“Are you afraid of me?”

He asked suddenly.

Beili blinked her red eyes. Before she could overthink it, she nodded.

“Yes.” It was the truth.

Her affection for Ashera came from the heart, but her fear was just as real.

She wasn’t afraid of his Youth Form, but this current form was…

A faint, dark light flickered in his golden eyes.

“You fear me, yet you cannot leave me. Isn’t that interesting?”

Ashera let out a low chuckle, then tilted her face up by the chin.

His cold lips descended, pressing firmly against hers.

…

The hot shower water fell onto her starlit silver hair, flowing down her arms and over her body.

He didn’t release her until her pale lips had flushed a rosy crimson from the kiss.

“But my dear Little Butterfly…”

His cold hand stroked the girl’s head. He stared at her profile for a few seconds before saying slowly:

“I like it when you pretend not to be afraid.”

“…”

Beili pursed her lips and said nothing.

The hot water continued to drench her, and the warmth that had been stripped away by the rain gradually returned.

The two remained silent for a long while.

The person behind her rested his hands on her shoulders and lowered his head, resting his chin gently atop hers.

“Tell me… what should I do with you?”

He let out a sigh.

His voice carried a hint of raspiness, along with a trace of unmistakable disappointment and sorrow.

Yes.

Beili could hear the sadness in Ashera’s tone.

She had intended to pretend she hadn’t noticed, but fragments of the past flickered through her mind like phantoms.

What was real, and what was fake?

She couldn’t tell.

Could Ashera tell the difference?

Only a few days ago, she had been immersed in the joy of finding clues about the heart, and she had even made his Youth Form sign a Contract to not kill indiscriminately.

Now, even as they shared this intimate, ambiguous moment.

There was nothing but suspicion and wariness between them.

How did she and Ashera… end up like this?

A sudden wave of sadness washed over Beili.

As a result of that sorrow, her eyes grew hot, and tears began to flow uncontrollably.

Before Ashera could notice, she quickly lowered her head.

She hid her tears within the constant stream of the shower and the rising mist.

But he could sense her dejected mood.

Ashera’s eyelashes trembled slightly.

The smile on his face vanished, and he became quiet.

Then.

He reached out his arms and pulled her into his embrace.

His broad shoulders and back instantly enveloped her, making the girl’s figure seem tiny.

“Why are you crying?”

His deep voice softened.

The sinister, frenzied emotions in his lowered golden eyes were all reined in.

“There, now-”

He patted her head gently.

“Don’t be afraid.”

He tilted his head and leaned down, pressing a kiss as light as a feather against the curve of her ear.

“Don’t be afraid,”

He repeated with a sigh.

Beili stood still, her back still turned toward him.

“You’re overthinking it. I’m not crying.”
She took a deep breath of the mist-laden air, struggling to maintain her composure and desperately fighting back her tears.

Ashera let out a low chuckle and reached out to turn off the shower.

Then, he leaned in slightly, his pale face-sculpted with perfect, marble-like lines-approaching her from over her right shoulder.

“And you still say you aren’t crying.”

His golden eyes slanted toward her as his thumb gently brushed away a tear escaping from the corner of her eye.

“You’re clearly weeping.”

“I’m not crying,” Beili insisted, her voice cold as she kept her head down.

“Fine-”

She thought she heard Ashera let out a soft sigh.

“If you don’t want me to see your tears, I’ll pretend I didn’t see them.”

He stopped pressing the issue, took a bath towel to wrap around her, and carried her out of the bathroom.

The bathroom door remained open.

As they stepped out, the warm steam followed, diffusing throughout the room.

With his pale toes hovering just above the floor, Ashera placed her on the bed.

With a flick of his finger, the firewood stacked by the fireplace drifted into the hearth. A roaring fire ignited instantly, drying out the damp humidity in the room.

…

Droplets of water slid down the ends of her hair.

Her wet, silver-gray hair clung to her back like a sheet of lustrous silk.

Wrapped in the towel, Beili was wondering if she should use the excuse of needing new clothes to get Ashera to produce the Spatial Bracelet when she heard him speak.

“Now, let’s talk about your Bracelet.”

Her back straightened instantly, and she reached out her hand toward Ashera.

“In such a hurry?”

Seeing the girl’s outstretched hand, the corners of Ashera’s lips curled into a faint smile.

“I can give it to you, but you must agree to one condition first.”

“What is it?” she asked, her brow furrowing slightly.

Ashera lowered his head and whispered, “Stay here with me for a while. Don’t think about running away.”

“During this time, you belong only to me.”

As he spoke the second half of the sentence, the curve of his lips deepened, and his voice grew somewhat husky.

“…For how long?” Beili asked cautiously.

While it seemed like there was no chance of escape, and while being by Ashera’s side didn’t exactly repulse her, she couldn’t stay away from Butterfly Valley for too long.

After all, she had come to view Madam Constance as family.

She deeply cherished her bond with Madam Constance.

On the other side, Ashera gently hooked a lock of the girl’s damp hair.

A wisp of black mist brushed past like a night breeze.

The water remaining on her body and hair vanished instantly.

He wound that lock of silver-gray hair around his pale fingers, loop after loop.

“Hmm… that depends on my mood.”

He curled his lips lazily. “If I get bored, perhaps I’ll let you go back sooner.”

The rain was still falling outside, but the wind seemed less violent now.

The raindrops tapped against the window with a crisp rhythm.

With a casual smile playing on his lips, Ashera’s eyelashes lowered slightly.

“So, are you willing?” he asked, looking down at her.

“Fine,” Beili nodded, extending her hand a bit further. “Give it to me.”

She didn’t have any other choice anyway.

She needed to get the Bracelet back first. Her only thought now was to send a communication to Madam Constance; otherwise, that emotional woman would probably have cried herself hoarse by now.

Having received her answer, Ashera stroked her cheek.

His fingers were freezing, like ice sliding across her skin, leaving a trail of cold in their wake.

Then, with a slight flip of his hand, a ruby Bracelet instantly appeared in his wide, pale palm.

However, he didn’t hand it to her immediately.

Instead, he held it, rubbing it slowly and methodically as if deep in thought.

The curve of his lips deepened.

“Do you want it back that badly?”

Ashera dangled the Bracelet in front of her, then suddenly let go. The ruby Bracelet, shimmering with a luxurious glow, fell onto his Black Robe.

As if sinking into a pool of thick ink, it vanished in the blink of an eye.

“Then come and get it yourself.”

He leaned back against the pillow, his golden eyes watching her with a playful, teasing glint.