Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 270

Chapter 270

When Beili lifted her red eyes, she saw the youth lowering his lashes somewhat helplessly, refusing to look at her.

It was as if caring for the poultry and livestock had been a task she had assigned him, and now, because of his negligence, the task had been ruined.

“I’m not angry with you…”

The corners of Beili’s lips curved slightly as her fingertips toyed with the silver hair dampened by rain.

“Now go take a hot bath.”

…

Mist filled the air.

A pair of hands held her firmly beneath the water.

Thin, cool lips parted and closed softly, murmuring fragmented words beside her ear.

Whether she heard them or not, he kept talking, letting out muffled laughs as he did.

Then the youth buried his head, his short silver hair, wet with water, spilling like starlight over her collarbone.

He lowered his head and left red marks along the graceful rise and fall of her curves.

Beili let out a small cry, her arms wrapped around the youth’s neck, her brows drawing together slightly.

Hearing her voice, the youth lifted his face. His beautiful golden eyes looked at her, brimming with rich amusement.

That gaze was almost enough to drown a person.

Ripples spread across the water’s surface, ring after ring, then suddenly began to stack together in rapid succession.

Water overflowed the rim of the tub, streaming down like a curtain.

A flawless white flashed through Beili’s mind.

Her red eyes paused unfocused for several seconds before slowly lowering again.

“This place… is so nice.”

She heard the youth say.

“Will you always stay here with me?”

Beili had yet to recover. Holding the youth, her chin resting weakly on his shoulder, she gave a vague hum in response.

…

It was not until that night, after they had tangled together beneath the covers once more, that Beili belatedly recalled those words.

Her red eyes snapped open in the dark.

At that moment, the youth was holding her, wrapping her and the blanket into the corner against the wall.

She had almost no room to move.

This was Ashera’s favorite way to sleep in Youth Form.

He would trap her between himself and the corner, then use the blanket to separate her from the cold wall.

That way, while they slept, he would notice even the slightest movement of her shoulder.

In the darkness, Beili blinked her red eyes quietly.

In the dim light, she watched the youth’s peaceful sleeping face for a few seconds.

Then she closed her eyes again.

…

How is the Dream Cage coming along?

She asked the Morpho Butterflies silently.

Then, in her darkened vision, a beam of light fell.

The light landed on a black door.

Vines with butterfly-shaped leaves climbed upward in ring after ring, already covering the entire black door.

Swarms of Morpho Butterflies circled around it.

Beili looked at that door.

The Dream Cage was nearly complete. Now, as long as she summoned the one with Black Goat Horns on his head, she could leave at any time.

“This place is so nice. Will you always stay here with me?”

Beili felt her eyes grow a little hot.

A person hiding a secret in their heart could feel unsettled over a single sentence.

She withdrew from the vision and opened her eyes again.

Only to see that the bedside was empty.

The youth who liked holding her while he slept was nowhere to be found.

Beili froze slightly and immediately asked the Morpho Butterflies.

They told her the youth was just outside the mud house.

…

The rain had stopped in the middle of the night.

The dark clouds had retreated, and the stars in the night sky were as dense as snowflakes.

This was what the rainy season in Tilisha was like. When it rained, the downpour was fierce, but once it stopped, the rain sank into the earth, and the air quickly turned dry again.

As though nothing had happened at all.

Beili put on her clothes and walked out, quietly circling around to the side of the mud house.

The silver-haired youth was half crouched by the corner of the wall. Dipping his fingers into the bowl of prepared shimmering blue-green waterproof paint, he was applying it bit by bit to the butterfly patterns.

Beili stood silently behind him without making a sound to disturb him.

Watching the youth carefully paint, a trace of honeyed sweetness rose in her heart, only to vanish again just as quickly.

She had only been standing there for a few seconds when the youth sensed her gaze and turned back. A hint of embarrassment flashed through his golden eyes.
“Why are you out here…? Did you not sleep well? Did I wake you up when I g-got out of bed?”

The young man rose to his feet as he asked, even deliberately shifting to the side to block the butterfly pattern with his body.

Beili walked closer, the corners of her lips curved in a smile. “I woke up pretty quickly without you holding me. When I opened my eyes and didn’t see you, I came out to look for you. But what are you doing?”

The young man’s golden eyes lowered slightly, and he said very softly, “The color of the wings was wrong. I wanted to fix it.”

Beili took his fingers and lifted them, looking at the glittering blue-green paint on them. She nodded with certainty. “This color is beautiful. It’s exactly the same as the color on Morpho Butterflies’ wings.”

“So this is what you were looking for in Town?” she asked curiously. “And when you said you ‘forgot,’ did you mean you forgot to buy paintbrushes?”

The young man nodded, then moved a step aside to reveal the still-wet butterfly pattern behind him.

Beili studied it carefully, surprise blooming in her eyes.

It was so beautiful, as if it were about to fly right off the wall.

The young man had even specifically altered the painting on the wall, moving the place where the butterfly landed down from the tip of Black Lamb’s nose to its mouth instead.

Beili looked at it for a few seconds.

For some reason, heat began to well in her deep red eyes, and her vision gradually blurred.

In her hazy sight, the surprised expression on his gloomy, pale face became indistinct.

Before he could even set the paint in his hands on the ground, the young man reached out in a panic and gathered her into his arms.

“Why are you crying? Did I change it badly? Don’t cry… If you d-don’t like it, I can change it b-back.”

He spoke in a low voice, panic threaded through it.

“As long as I s-swipe my finger over it, it can go back to how it was…”

As he spoke, he was about to raise his hand.

“No, you changed it beautifully.”

Beili shook her head and reined in the complicated emotions inside her, her voice carrying the faintest tremor.

The young man went quiet for two seconds.

With a flick of his finger, the paint clinging to it instantly vanished, and the bowl of paint floated down to the ground as well.

He gently hugged her, his voice soft and tinged with helplessness as he asked, “Then why are you c-crying?”

His cold fingertips gently brushed away the tears at the corners of her eyes, and the young man sighed.

“I don’t know why… but when I see you t-tear up now… I f-feel like my heart hurts so much.”

“Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is to say?”

Beili broke into a smile through her tears.

Besides, without a heart, how could it hurt?

The young man shook his head lightly, his tone carrying a touch of seriousness. “I’m telling the truth… I really f-feel my heart hurting…”

Before he could finish speaking, the girl had already risen onto her tiptoes and kissed him.

The young man fell silent.

His eyes drifted shut, and he returned her kiss with deep affection.

Moonlight hung low. The stars shimmered.

After a long while, their lips parted.

“Actually, I…”

Beili lowered her red eyes and said softly, “I bought that outfit.”

As she spoke, she commanded the Morpho Butterflies to make the outfit with the fine gold chains appear inside the Spatial Bracelet.

The young man’s lashes trembled lightly.

His golden eyes flickered, and he pressed his lips together to hide the upward curve at their corners.

…

They both seemed to have become addicted to it-kissing, embracing, endlessly tangling in lingering intimacy.

Until one morning, when he woke-

Outside the house, everything was quiet.

Rather than quiet, it would be more accurate to call it deathly still.

The young man blinked his golden eyes, sensing that something was wrong.

He slipped out from under the blankets, quickly changed his clothes, and left the mud house, heading to the low shed beside it.

Then the young man stopped in his tracks.

All the animals were dead. They lay stiffly on the ground, without the slightest trace of life.

A flash of astonishment crossed his golden eyes, and the young man’s expression turned somewhat rigid.