Bab 817: WHAT A MORBID PROPOSAL

"ARE YOU a ghost?" Neoma said, frowning. The realization that Ruto knew she was about to die soon sober her up instantly. After all, she didn't want to panic in front of him. That would only make her look more guilty. "You know everything."

"Not everything," Ruto said while shaking his head. "Just things related to you, Neoma."

Aww…

[Wait, this isn't the time to be touched.]

"Hey, be honest with me," Neoma demanded, squeezing Ruto's hand. "Have you taken back your feelings from the Ancient Devil?"

Ruto frowned, obviously displeased. "Why would you mention that old man?"

"You disappeared with him during the last round of the Selection," she said, smiling teasingly at Ruto. "Did the two of you fight over me?"

Ruto raised an eyebrow at her. "And why do you look pleased?"

"Well, I think every straight girl like me has dreamt of two boys fighting over her at least once? Especially girls raised by W*ttpad and a*3?"