Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 322

Chapter 322

“Because the two of you have different personalities.”

Beili answered, unsure what he meant.

Besides, how did Ashera know what had happened outside?

He had clearly been trapped inside the Dream Cage this whole time.

“There’s something else I’d really like to know. How did you find out what was happening beyond the dream…?”

She voiced her question.

Ashera stared at her, the corner of his lips curling upward, but said nothing.

A moment later, the hand gripping her chin tightened slightly, and he gently pushed her away.

Beili had no idea what Ashera was thinking, but her answer apparently hadn’t satisfied him.

“What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you two have the same personality?”

She could only keep asking, trying to pick up the thread of their dropped conversation.

But the man had already released her and turned away, leaving her with an aloof back.

Perhaps it was because she had spent more time with Young Ashera. And since his personality was gentler, even if it was only an act, he was still easier to get along with than the Ashera with Black Goat Horns.

That was why Beili could act so fearlessly around Young Ashera, while she couldn’t do the same with the man before her at all.

Was that the difference he meant?

Still, he had agreed to their deal and brought her to this point in time, allowing her to save so many people and change so many things. Beili felt she ought to be more patient with him.

She caught a handful of his cool silver hair and gave it a gentle tug.

“Do you want me to treat you the way I treat him?”

The silver-haired man in the Black Robe did not so much as move a shoulder, as though he hadn’t heard her.

Seeing that Ashera was clearly angry, Beili blinked her red eyes and asked softly,

“Are you jealous?”

Of himself, no less?

That final question finally drew a reaction from Ashera.

Under the moonlight, Beili saw his shoulders stiffen. When he turned around, his cold fingertip was already pressing against her forehead, swift and impossible to resist.

Beili fell asleep.

When she woke again, the crash of ocean waves had been replaced by the howl of a blizzard.

“I thought I’d be back on Holy Island when I woke up…”

Beili’s red eyes widened as she watched snowflakes drift through the half-open carriage door. The rest of her words died in her throat from shock.

Was this… the Far North?

The man holding her tightened his arms, pulling her deeper into his embrace.

His icy chin rested against her temple, his breath as cold as the snowflakes outside.

“I’m going to build a house here,” Ashera said.

Build a house?

“Why do you suddenly want to build a house?”

Beili asked in bewilderment, only to hear Ashera continue,

“Because we’re going to live here for seventy years.”

Beili parted her lips blankly. Before she could decide what to say, the half-open carriage door swung wide.

Pure white light instantly flooded the dark interior.

Holding her in his arms, Ashera stepped out of the carriage and walked down through the air.

Great flurries of snow immediately swept down around them on the swirling wind.

And Beili was still wearing the thin, pale flax-colored slip dress from Holy Island Academy.

He’s trying to freeze me to death, Beili thought as she shivered.

Seeing the girl bury herself against his chest, Ashera let out a quiet chuckle. Black mist spread over them, and whenever the wind and snow struck it, they met what seemed to be a smooth wall and were forced to flow around it.

“I’ve reconsidered. I can agree to your previous proposal about those seventy years,” he said as he walked toward some unknown destination.

“But my condition is that you must live here with me for those seventy years. You aren’t allowed to leave.”

Wasn’t this just solitary confinement?

Oh… more like icy confinement.

In any case, Beili immediately understood what Ashera meant. He planned to build a house in the Far North and use it to imprison her.

“There is nothing bothersome here. Only you and me,” Ashera continued slowly.

“As you said, in seventy years, once you’ve grown tired of this world, we’ll go to Hell together.”

As he finished speaking, his statue-like face tilted down, and his molten-gold eyes gazed quietly at her.

As though asking for her opinion, one elegantly shaped brow rose slightly.

So it had finally come to this.

Beili sighed inwardly, then steeled herself and shook her head.