Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 329

Chapter 329

After having that dream, Beili deliberately began distancing herself from Ashera.

Even when she was sleepy, she refused to share a bed with him.

She would rather curl up with the Magic Book on the single chaise longue and force herself to stay awake until she could no longer hold out and unwittingly drifted off.

Yet whenever she woke, she would find that Ashera had carried her back to bed, tucked her beneath the covers, and fallen asleep holding her.

Worse still, out of habit, Beili’s arms would be wrapped around his waist as well.

“Good morning, Little Butterfly.”

When he saw that she was awake, Ashera lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

The medicine had already worn off, and the lips pressed to her forehead had returned to their usual icy temperature.

Beili came to her senses, her expression stiffening uncontrollably until it was as hard as stone.

“Are you still angry?”

Ashera tilted his head as he asked, his elegant brows drawing together.

She pushed his arm away, threw back the covers, and got out of bed without answering him.

Beili deliberately ignored Ashera.

Ashera did not get angry. As though nothing had happened, he followed her around as usual while she washed and changed.

He even asked her,

“Is there anything you want today?”

His cold fingers smoothed through her silver-gray hair before he picked up a comb to brush it for her.

“I want you to stay out of my sight today.”

Beili took the comb and her hair from his hands and began brushing it herself.

The silver-haired, golden-eyed man fell silent at her words. A glimmer of hurt flashed through his eyes as he looked at her.

A faint smile still lingered on his perfectly sculpted face as he slowly asked,

“Little Butterfly, could you choose something else?”

“Then bring him out.”

The words burst from Beili’s lips.

“I don’t want to see him either, but I want to see you even less.”

She did not know if it had something to do with absorbing such a vast amount of Mana all at once.

Beili had never imagined that a day would come when she dared to speak so forcefully to Ashera in this form.

Oh… she must be tired of living.

Yes, she was definitely tired of living.

But right now, anger smoldered inside her.

It gave her the distinct feeling that even if Ashera held a dagger to her throat and ordered her to behave, she would willingly press her neck against the blade.

“Or you could let me leave this place,” she added.

Perhaps he saw the dark currents surging endlessly within her red eyes, because the silver-haired, golden-eyed man gave a helpless sigh.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the person before her became Ashera in his Youth Form.

The youth’s silver hair had grown longer again. Once braided, it now reached his ribs, though it remained as disheveled as ever.

He said nothing after appearing. Lifting his pale, brooding face, he regarded her with a complicated expression.

Beili pressed her lips together uneasily, unsure what to say to him.

In truth, she had only said those things in a fit of anger.

Emotion rippled through her red eyes before gradually subsiding. Not seeing Ashera in his Black-Horned Form eased some of her agitation.

Or perhaps it was simply because the youth had appeared.

Beili remained silent for a few seconds. When the youth still did not speak, she walked toward the chaise longue.

Footsteps sounded behind her. The youth followed, but instead of joining her at the chaise longue, he went to sit on the bed.

His golden gaze rested on her, sorrowful at times and angry at others.

Still, he did not speak.

Neither did Beili.

The two of them spent the entire day together without exchanging a single word.

When it was time to sleep that night, Beili closed the Magic Book and voluntarily climbed into bed. She lay on the inner side, facing the wall.

The youth was still sitting at the edge of the bed.

After a while, the mattress beside her lightened, then dipped again.

Someone lifted the covers and lay down.

In the silence, Beili was torn.

Deep down, part of her wanted the youth to reach out and hold her, while another part desperately hoped he would not.

Please don’t do it, she prayed silently.

If the youth did, Beili might push him away.

Or she might not.

After letting her thoughts run wild for a long while, Beili finally could not bear it anymore.

She closed her eyes and opened the Dream Domain.

Beili did not have a Dream Gate.

Or rather, the scene she saw whenever she opened the Dream Domain was the world inside her Dream Gate.

A swirling nebula, a melting moon, and a Dream Domain that could expand or contract at will.

There was not a single living person within a hundred li.

The only other living person, despite lying in the same bed as her, did not fall asleep easily.

Thus, when Beili opened the Dream Domain, all she saw was an empty expanse of darkness.