THE HEIR AND THE SPARE

NEOMA wasn't dumb.

Well, she would admit she would do dumb things sometimes because of her impulsive thoughts.

[Anyway…]

Neoma knew that Ruto wouldn't ask to kiss her for personal feelings.

[Plus, it's not the time to flirt.]

"It would be quicker if Daddy just kissed you on the mouth," the baby god answered when Ruto became a blushing mess. "But Daddy said you would hate the idea even if your life literally depended on that kiss. So, we'll just kiss you on the cheek until we completely erase the Kiss of Death branded on your soul. I am incomplete at the moment, so I need Daddy's help."

"But would giving me tiny kisses for a certain period of time help?" Neoma asked, weighing the options in her mind. "I understand that my lifespan is decreasing as we speak, so I'm wondering how long I'd survive with your little kisses."