Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 324

Chapter 324

The fire in the hearth flickered, illuminating the man’s perfectly sculpted features and bathing the room in a warm orange glow.

Snow swirled beyond the window. The house had only just been completed, yet a layer of soft, cottony snow had already gathered on the sill.

Beili opened her crimson eyes and gazed at the silver hair spilling before her.

Although Ashera’s two forms differed in personality, they were astonishingly alike at times like this. Both of them loved keeping her trapped in bed.

Instinctively, Beili’s brows drew together, then quickly relaxed.

But the subtle expression did not escape those golden eyes.

Ashera’s shoulders went still.

His golden eyes were as deep as an unfathomable pool as he quietly studied her.

Still somewhat dazed, Beili did not understand why he had suddenly fallen silent and looked up at him with puzzled crimson eyes.

The weight on her body abruptly vanished.

By the time she came to her senses, the dark figure had already left the bed and was heading for the door.

An inexplicable sense of relief washed over her. Beili asked, “Where are you going?”

“Nearby. I’m going to find you some Mana.”

Ashera’s tone was as lazy as ever.

“Then can I…”

Beili sat up, intending to ask whether she could go with him, but before she could finish, he answered airily,

“No.”

So she could only wait for him to bring the Mana back and feed it right to her lips?

Well… that did not sound so bad, actually.

Beili blinked her crimson eyes. “All right…”

She obediently lay back down. After a moment’s thought, she took the Magic Book from her wooden Amber Ring and began reading.

“I’ll be back soon.”

Leaving her with those words, Ashera glanced at her, transformed into a cloud of black mist, and departed the house.

The world outside was buried beneath thick snow.

Everything as far as the eye could see was pure white.

The biting wind howled as it whipped the snow into spirals, leaving streaks across the windows.

By the time Ashera returned, Beili had just memorized a new spell and successfully conjured a ball of fire in midair.

With this spell, she would not freeze to death in a frozen wasteland whenever she could not use dark Mana.

In short, it was extremely practical.

The door swung open under an invisible force.

The blizzard roared outside, and a gust of icy wind rushed into the room.

The black mist drifting inside swept through the fireball she had conjured and extinguished it.

Beili closed the Magic Book and had barely let out a protesting “Hey!” when the black mist slipped under the white, fluffy covers at the foot of the bed.

She watched the bulge beneath the covers move toward her.

A hand closed around her ankle. The icy touch made her shiver involuntarily.

A sudden force dragged her beneath the covers.

The door slammed shut.

In the dim light, strands of silver filled her vision.

“You…”

Beili had only managed one word when her face was cradled between two hands and cold lips covered hers.

Her teeth were pried apart.

Only after they had kissed deeply for some time did Beili feel an unending stream of Mana flowing into her Mana Pool.

One, two, three…

Very good. At a time like this, Ashera had become a lavish replacement for the Black Bone Scythe.

Beili silently counted according to the amount of Mana she would have absorbed from large dark creatures, but her ears gradually began to burn.

After transferring Mana for a while, Ashera tightened his arms around her.

A trembling groan escaped his working throat.

His lips left hers and began trailing kisses over her cheeks, her earlobes, her neck, and her collarbones.

Beili’s thoughts grew hazy beneath his kisses. Then she suddenly felt cold fingers slowly hiking up the hem of her dress.

He… he…

He was not planning to repeat what he had done to her at the Inn in Tilisha, was he?

The thought had barely surfaced when she felt those icy fingers hook into her innermost garment and slowly tug it downward.

Beili immediately caught his hand.

“Wait… I… Don’t you think this is a little inappropriate?”

Hidden beneath the covers, she spoke in embarrassment.

“You’ll have to get used to it.”

The man’s voice was slightly hoarse.

His low, gentle voice seemed veiled in frost. Uneven breaths mingled with an icy chill, falling heavily…

Against her lower abdomen.

“This will happen often from now on.”

With that, he pressed a kiss to her fingertips.

Beili did not know where to put her hand. Her fingertips were enveloped by something as cold as ice.

A while later, that piece of ice released her hand.

She bent her legs and raised her knees. The cold ends of his hair brushed against her ankles.

That icy sensation slowly melted into…

Beili pressed her lips together, desperately swallowing every sound.

But she did not last long before broken cries slipped through her teeth.

The logs in the hearth continued to burn, sending out soft crackles and a shower of glowing orange sparks.

Her waist suddenly jolted violently, along with the fingers clutching his cold silver hair.