Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 237

Chapter 237

Her crimson eyes trembled slightly as Beili pursed her lips and swallowed hard.

Madam Constance wore an expression of helplessness.

“Luoluo, I was just communicating with your father.”

The woman looked at her, explaining patiently.

“…”

In truth, Beili had already realized what was going on.

A wave of regret rose in her chest.

Just now, she really shouldn’t have spoken to Madam Constance in that kind of tone.

She was on the run.

And Madam Constance had embarked on this escape with her only because Beili had coaxed-no, tricked-her into it.

Maybe she should send Madam Constance back to Butterfly Valley.

But the thought was quickly vetoed.

From the very beginning, Beili had feared Ashera would go to Butterfly Valley, find Madam Constance, and use her life to force Beili to show herself. That was why she had rushed back to Sainthos and taken Madam Constance with her.

Thinking that way only made Beili’s mood sink further.

No.

It wasn’t just a little bad.

It was awful. Absolutely awful.

She’d taken away Madam Constance’s freedom.

But she still had to bring her along, because Ashera knew this woman mattered to her.

On the other side…

Perhaps in the long stretch of silence, Madam Constance had understood the girl’s stifled emotions.

“Don’t overthink it, Luoluo.” Madam Constance gently patted her head, her voice softer as she comforted her. “Mom’s happy to be out having fun with you. Butterfly Valley is boring to death-I don’t want to go back at all.”

Beili’s tightly knit brow eased a little at her words.

“As for your father-” Madam Constance went on, “he was just casually asking where we’d gotten to. He wasn’t urging us to hurry back to Butterfly Valley or anything, so there’s no need to worry.”

Beili stayed quiet for a few seconds, then nodded slowly.

Madam Constance laughed and pinched her serious little cheeks.

As if to loosen the stiff atmosphere, she pointed at a bustling tavern by the street.

“Don’t look so gloomy, Luoluo. Want to go have a drink with Mom?”

There was a hopeful glint in her eyes.

Beili glanced at the tavern’s signboard and nodded lightly.

After greeting the guide not far away, the two of them went inside.

…

They found an empty table and ordered drinks.

Beili took a small sip, then set her drink down and hardly touched it again.

She didn’t dare drink more-she knew perfectly well how terrible her alcohol tolerance was.

Madam Constance, on the other hand, downed two cups in no time.

“You don’t like drinking?”

Seeing that the liquor in Bartholomew’s cup was barely touched, the woman felt a little unfulfilled and promptly suggested something else.

“Luoluo, then how about we go out into the desert to watch the bonfire and listen to people play music?”

Her eyes-rimmed with thick, dark eyeliner-curved with excitement. “I just heard them saying there’s a bonfire show tonight, and it’s free! Free means there’ll be tons of people. It’ll be lively.”

Beili nodded. “Okay. That sounds fun.”

Madam Constance immediately ordered two more drinks. Once they were served, she paid with gold coins, picked up the cups, and left the tavern with the girl, heading toward the bonfire performance.

The sky was gradually darkening, like a bolt of deep-blue silk slowly spreading open.

On the street, the coachman was loading Madam Constance’s shopping haul into the carriage’s storage compartments one piece at a time. When he turned back, he saw the two of them come out of the tavern.
The coachman asked respectfully, “Madam, do you need me to follow?”

“Oh, no need. You can find a nice Inn to rest in, because Luoluo and I are staying in a desert tent tonight.”

Holding two glasses of wine, Madam Constance spoke as she looked back at her. “Luoluo, there are tents available near the bonfire performance. Let’s sleep in a tent tonight.”

Beili nodded and gave a soft hum of agreement.

By the time they followed the crowd to the site of the bonfire performance, night had completely fallen.

The night sky over Tilisha was almost entirely filled with stars.

They appeared in dense clusters across the night sky like wild baby’s breath, twinkling with a brilliant radiance.

The night wind turned cold, bringing a rare touch of desert moisture as it brushed past.

The bonfire blazed fiercely, illuminating everything around it. People gathered around the fire, joyfully playing instruments, singing, and dancing to their hearts’ content.

Beili was pulled to the front row by Madam Constance.

She enjoyed the performances while sipping the wine that Madam Constance had carried all the way there.

The wine in Tilisha, much like the wine in Sainthos, had a powerful kick.

After only two glasses, Beili began to feel lightheaded.

The two dancers in front of the bonfire seemed to multiply into four.

However, a string of sobriety remained taut in her mind.

Despite her dizzy head, she managed to escort Madam Constance-who had already passed out on her shoulder-into a tent first.

After leaving a circle of Morpho Butterflies to stand guard outside the tent, Beili walked to the adjacent tent to lie down and rest.

***

In the middle of the night.

The entire desert fell into a deep silence, broken only by the occasional chirping of insects.

In her dreams, Beili suddenly felt someone holding her.

The icy body temperature startled her awake instantly.

Reason pushed the drunken haze aside.

Beili looked beside her by the blue-green light emitted by the Morpho Butterflies inside the tent and discovered that the person holding her was Madam Constance.

Beili breathed a sigh of relief, and her head, not yet sober from the wine, became fuzzy once more.

“Mother, why are you so cold?” she asked in a whisper.

“The desert night is too cold, darling,” Madam Constance replied in an equally low voice.

“There was only one thin quilt in my tent. I was woken up by the cold.”

Madam Constance touched Beili’s cheek, which was slightly flushed from the wine. “I was worried about you, darling. I was worried you were cold too,” she said.

Beili nodded dizzily and reached out to embrace the woman.

Madam Constance had been rambling, but she fell silent the moment she was held.

“I remember… I think I laid out a thick quilt for you… Mother,” Beili thought vaguely, her words slurring.

“That quilt seemed to be damp. It wasn’t warm at all when I covered myself with it.”

Madam Constance replied in a slow tone, “Darling, it’s still warmer in your tent.”

Hearing Madam Constance say this, Beili had no choice but to pull up her sleeping blanket to cover both of them.

“Then just sleep here, Mother,” she said. “It might be a bit crowded, but it will be warmer.”

Inside the dimly lit tent, Madam Constance wore a satisfied smile and whispered, “Alright.”

Then, she held her tightly and drifted off to sleep.