Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 263

Chapter 263

With all the stopping and starting through the desert, time seemed to stretch on forever.

So Beili sped up the dream in her mind, skipping ahead to the time for rest.

She opened her eyes.

The sun had set, and night had already fallen.

The group had gathered a length of deadwood and some dry grass, and started a campfire.

Simple, low tents had been pitched beside the fire, loosely forming a circle.

The leader happened to walk up to Beili and handed her some rations.

Beili came back to herself and waved a hand, politely turning down his kindness.

Some of the others were chatting and laughing around the fire, while the rest were spreading blankets inside the tents. Beili swept her gaze around, searching for Ashera.

Noticing the girl’s searching look, the leader smiled and reminded her, “Your lover doesn’t seem too keen on staying too close to us.”

Beili’s red eyes paused. Puzzled, she asked, “Why do you say that?”

The leader pointed toward a huge boulder.

“Go around the back and you’ll see.”

The moment Beili circled the boulder, she heard the clear clinking sound of stone striking tent pegs.

Soon, she saw the silver-haired boy pitching a tent.

The stone came down again, but this time there was no crisp sound.

His shoulder gave the slightest pause. Then he quietly lifted his hand and looked at his fingers.

Realizing what had happened, Beili hurried over and took his hand.

It was thin and pale. One knuckle had already been smashed red by the stone, the skin scraped raw.

She raised her hand and summoned one of her Morpho Butterflies-only to remember that, a long time ago, she had once tried using Morpho Butterflies to heal someone else.

The result had been that the Morpho Butterflies made things worse and attacked the person instead.

The blue-green Morpho Butterflies flickered its wings twice in the air, then scattered into a faint wash of light.

Beili frowned slightly and gently blew on the boy’s injured hand.

“Don’t move for now. I’ll go ask if they brought any medicine for injuries.”

After giving the boy that instruction, she was just about to get up when he turned his hand over and caught her wrist.

Paying no attention to the fact that he had hurt himself with the stone, he tilted his head and showed her the tent beside them. The corners of his mouth lifted.

“Little Butterfly, the tent is… it’s set up.”

Beili looked at the pitched tent, then at his injured hand.

“Forget the tent for now. Your hand is hurt. We need to take care of it quickly.”

Beili spoke with a frown.

Even though he was a Demon. Even though this was only a dream world.

If she wanted Ashera to be fine, all she had to do was tell the Morpho Butterflies in her heart.

But when she saw his hand, reddened from being struck by the stone, Beili didn’t think too much about it. Anxious, she rose to her feet.

Seeing that she was about to leave, the boy held on to her wrist. With only a light tug, he pulled her back.

Then he wrapped his arms around her and drew her into the tent.

Beili’s ears instantly flushed a burning red. She turned back, her red eyes wide as she glared at him.

The boy looked back at her, both aggrieved and utterly frank.

“What you said today… are you going back on it?”

He asked this, then used his injured hand to brush the corner of her lips. “I’m fine. As long as you’re here, it doesn’t hurt… not at all.”

Beili couldn’t help swallowing.

“I’m not going back on it, but…”

She was just about to say something else, but the rest of her words were blocked.

The boy bent down and kissed her.

Their lips met, their breath mingling.

“As long as you said… the first four words, that’s enough.”

His words came muffled against her lips, and Beili’s heart began to race.

For some reason, she felt a little nervous. She didn’t know where to put her limbs or her gaze, and even her wrist trembled slightly.

At that moment, their joined lips parted.

The boy gently held her hand.

“Little Butterfly, are you… are you afraid?” he asked.

Afraid?

It wasn’t exactly fear, but Beili didn’t know what to say either, so she could only give a small nod.

“Don’t be afraid.”

As the boy spoke, he kissed her cheek. Then his lashes curved, and a soft smile appeared on his pale, gloomy face.

“I won’t hurt you. If you’re wor… worried, you can also do it to me…”

The tent flap fell shut, covering the blurred sounds of laughter and conversation beyond the boulder, as well as the bright starlight in the night sky.

Beili felt her hand being lifted and placed against his cheek.

Then her hand was guided downward, brushing over his jaw, the cool ends of his hair, his bobbing Adam’s apple, and the elegant line of his collarbone.

At last, her fingertips came to rest against a cold piece of metal.
“Little Butterfly… undo it… and then kiss me… all right?”

She heard him say it, laughter threaded through his voice.

…

The last time the boy had appeared was in the Nauze Kingdom.

So he was still wearing the clothes the King of Nauze had prepared for him back then.

The Nauze Kingdom was rainy, damp, and cold, and its style of dress was somewhat similar to Sainthos.

On top, he wore a loose white cotton-linen shirt with ornate cuffs. On the bottom, black trousers were tucked into black riding boots.

Oh, and originally, he had also been wearing a black tailcoat over it.

-Although no matter whether it was hot or cold outside, his body temperature remained as cool as a snake’s, Beili felt hot just looking at him dressed like that. She was also afraid he might be hot, so she had made him take off the coat.

So.

The only metal item on him was the black-and-gold buckle on his belt.

Her fingers were resting on that black-and-gold buckle now.

Beili lowered her red eyes. With a light flick of her fingertips and a faint click, the black-and-gold clasp came undone.

Loosening that layer of black fabric, Beili leaned in, gave a light lick, and kissed the boy’s cool lips.

The boy’s hand, braced against the padded mat, shifted slightly, as if he wanted to lift it, lock it around her back, and deepen the kiss.

But then he stopped.

He had promised-he would let her do whatever she wanted.

She stroked the boy’s neck.

Her hand moved down from the loose white cotton-linen shirt with its ornate collar.

Then.

The boy almost…

Melted into a cloud beneath the thin black gauze.

His Adam’s apple bobbed faintly twice.

His fingers curled into fists, and the veins on the backs of his pale hands stood out in sharp lines from his restraint.

Perhaps affected by her emotions, a butterfly landed beside the boy’s lips.

His icy breath fell over the butterfly.

Its wings fluttered softly.

In the faint blue-green glow, his lashes lowered slightly, and a deep darkness rose in the depths of those molten-gold eyes.

…

They held each other.

She tightened her arms around the boy’s neck.

As the boy kissed her, she began to feel a little short of breath.

Her mind went hazy, and all that remained in her head was a vast mass of rolling dark clouds.

…

A gust of cold night wind blew into the tent.

It carried in the distant cries of camels, and there seemed to be voices talking as well.

Beili instantly sobered a little. Her red eyes blinked softly as she commanded the Morpho Butterflies in her heart to isolate their tent and make the others in the caravan temporarily forget their existence.

“Little Butterfly…”

The low murmur sounded as if it had been sanded down by gravel, wrapped in a dark, hoarse timbre.

“Mm?”

Beili pulled her thoughts back and answered.

Then, in the dim light, she met the boy’s golden eyes, overflowing with gentle attachment.

“Don’t… stop…”

The boy’s tone was almost pitiful as he pleaded with her.

…

This place really couldn’t be called a Town. At most, it was only a village.

After traveling with the caravan all this way, the two of them had finally reached their destination and could settle down for a while.

As soon as they arrived, everyone gathered for a brief meeting, then began living communally.

Living communally meant that, at the start, everyone needed to take out all their money and valuables without holding anything back, using them together to build their new home.

In other words, they would share the expenses.

Once things were stable, they would each manage their own resources separately again.

…

After walking around and choosing a suitable place to build a house, Beili had Ashera go to the village entrance to collect the daily necessities assigned to them.

She casually picked up a dry branch and began carefully planning the layout of the house on the ground.

Since only two people would be living there, there was no need to build the house too tall. A single-story flat house would be more than enough.

There had to be a cozy bedroom where they could rest.

A spacious living room for daily activities.

And a bathroom.

As for the livestock they received, they could simply enclose a backyard with stones and let the animals roam there.

She focused completely on sketching it out on the ground. The image of their future house had already appeared in her mind, and the corners of her lips couldn’t help but lift slightly.

With that thought, Beili was just about to summon the Morpho Butterflies and have them help when an unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out behind her.