Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - chapter 32

Beili stood where she was, her mouth slightly open in confusion.

She was about to say something, but then reconsidered, sensing that this unfamiliar young man had clearly approached her with a purpose.

Not wanting to invite trouble, Beili swallowed her words.

After all, the current situation was already enough to give her a headache.

Her red eyes swept around, and once she found her direction, she walked past the red-haired, black-eyed young man and strode away.

The young man watched her walk away, ignoring him, and after raising his brows slightly, let out a muffled laugh.

Soon, the young man appeared behind Beili again, like a shadow.

“Second time we’ve met, Little Lamb. So, you’re not a student, but a Nun?”

His tone carried a hint of playfulness, his voice drifting over on the night wind.

Beili didn’t answer, silently quickening her pace.

The young man didn’t mind, instead walking lightly to her side, spreading his hands and teasing, “Little Lamb, I’ve been looking for you at the Academy for a long time.”

What did he want with her?

Beili frowned, turning her head to glance at the young man in puzzlement.

“Of course, I need your help.”

As if he understood her expression, the young man curled his lips in a smile, his tone light.

“I refuse. Find someone else.”

Without hesitation, Beili spoke bluntly, directly rejecting him.

“Don’t be so cold. You haven’t even heard me introduce myself yet,” the young man continued.

“No need. I don’t want to know.”

She refused again, her steps never slowing.

At that moment, the two happened to pass by a fountain pool built from several giant shells, adorned with pearls.

The overlapping shells formed edges from which sheets of water cascaded, shimmering silver under the moonlight.

Droplets splashed everywhere, like dancing sprites.

Countless pearls glimmered faintly, scattered across the bottom of the pool like fragments of stars.

Several young women in Greek-style white linen Academy uniforms lounged lazily by the fountain pool.

As Beili hurried past in her low-heeled black leather shoes, they were laughing and picking pearls from the water, stringing them into long necklaces to hang on the fountain.

The young man seemed unfazed by her cold, keep-your-distance attitude; in fact, he seemed even more intrigued, his dark eyes sparkling, his body naturally leaning closer to her.

The distance between them shrank rapidly.

Beili’s gaze fixed on the shadows drawing closer on the ground, and she let out a long sigh.

So clingy.

Like a spider web stuck to her face, impossible to pull off.

A trace of impatience and annoyance flickered in her deep red eyes.

Her mood, which had finally calmed, began to churn again.

“Little Lamb, where are you going…”

Before the young man could finish, the young woman suddenly stopped, swiftly turned to the side, and shouted angrily, “Enough! Stop following me!”

With her words came an invisible force that abruptly shoved the unsuspecting red-haired, black-eyed young man toward the fountain pool.

With a splash,

The young man’s body fell into the fountain, sending up a huge spray of water.

Countless pearl-like droplets scattered, prompting a chorus of startled cries from those around the fountain.

His bright maple-red hair was instantly soaked, dripping water and plastered to his fair, delicate cheeks.

The young man’s black eyes were wide with shock, his limbs momentarily frozen.

The young women who had been sitting by the fountain curiously gathered around.

Recognizing his face, they gasped, their red lips parted in surprise, then burst into teasing, dreamy laughter:

“Oh my, Lance-are you feeling hot?”

“Lance! Look at how messy you are right now, I wish I had a Magic Camera to capture it!”

On the other side,

Beili stared down at her own hand, her face also showing astonishment.

She actually possessed such power-could it be that the Mana drained by the Dream Corridor was starting to recover…

And also,

They just called that red-haired young man… Lance?

Hearing that familiar name, Beili quickly recalled the information from the book.

Lance Fitzgerald.

The third male lead in the book, prince of the Tilisha Kingdom, once Susanna’s fiancé, and a notorious playboy.
In the original book, although the number of readers shipping the relationship between the third male lead, Lance, and the female protagonist was not as many as those supporting Prince Cyril or Doctor Cassius, Lance’s flamboyant and unrestrained personality still managed to win over quite a few fans on its own.

But why didn’t this guy join the competition for Susanna, and instead inexplicably show up in front of Bartholomew?

While pondering the storyline of this third male lead in the original book, Beili caught a glimpse of a familiar figure passing by in the distance out of the corner of her eye.

Her red eyes instantly lit up.

She stopped thinking, decisively abandoned the mess at the fountain, lifted her black dress, and ran toward that figure.

……

“Ha… cough! Cough, cough… so ruthless…”

A voice came from the fountain.

Lance leaned against a giant shell, coughing a few times. Looking at the young women gathered around the fountain, he shrugged helplessly with a smile.

“Isn’t anyone willing to give me a hand?”

Droplets of water slid down his wet hair, traced his cheeks, and fell onto his broad chest.

He looked quite a mess now, but was still strikingly handsome.

The young women giggled as they reached out, pulling Lance out of the pool.

They watched him wipe the water from his chin with his sleeve, then run his wet red hair back with his hand, revealing a handsome forehead.

The young women’s gazes grew heated, and they took out their silk scarves to help him dry off, while the conversation shifted, teasing:

“Lance, that girl is way too strong, too rough and rude-you definitely couldn’t handle her!”

“Lance, last time you said ‘next time we’ll go on a date’-so when is next time?”

“Oh… your academy uniform is soaked through. Want to come to my dorm and get cleaned up?”

Surrounded at the center, the young man listened quietly, his long, upturned fox-like eyes lowered, a smile gradually blooming at the corners of his lips.

“Mmm… no need to rush, let me think about where to go first…”

He drawled lazily, then rested his chin on his hand, pretending to ponder.

The young women were gazing at him with hearts in their eyes, eagerly awaiting his answer, when the young man suddenly vanished, transforming into a bright red fox.

The fox darted away, its steps light and swift as it made its escape.

In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

“Huh-?”

The young women were stunned, then a chorus of angry shouts erupted:

“Lance! Where did you go, you jerk!”

“Is this your style-playing with our feelings and then running off?!”

“Next time we see you, we definitely won’t be so nice!”

……

Meanwhile.

Beili ran a long way, lifting her black dress, before finally catching up to that figure in front of the Boys’ Dormitory.

Did this guy eat a plane or something, walking so fast?

“Wait… wait…”

Slightly out of breath, Beili stepped forward and grabbed the person’s wrist.

The student with short black hair, also dressed in a Grecian-style white linen academy uniform, turned around quickly. A pair of deep purple eyes glanced at her coldly.

“Are you looking for me?”

Seeing Bartholomew’s icy face freeze, Cyril’s purple pupils revealed a hint of surprise.

“Bartholomew, what happened?” he asked.

Beili nodded at him while catching her breath.

“Your Highness Cyril… I want to make a deal with you.”

At the word ‘deal’ from Bartholomew’s lips, Cyril’s gaze grew darker.

“A deal.”

He repeated, then tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“The premise of a deal is that both parties benefit from it. I don’t see anything of value to trade from you.”

…This sour-faced guy really can’t say anything nice.

“Before I tell Your Highness what the deal is, let me tell you something first.”

She took a few deep breaths, finally calmed down, and lifted her shimmering red eyes with a slight smile:

“That is, the third floor of the library at Holy Island Academy, which you said has never been opened-I have already been inside and seen it.”