100 Ways to Get the Male God - Chapter 12

[Chapter 12 The Prince and the Little Mermaid (12)]

After a while of silence, he suddenly hooked his lips lightly and repeated softly, “It’s a kiss…”

The old grandmother swam over gently, raised her hand to touch his long hair, and said slowly as if telling a story:

“Kissing is not only an act of expressing love, but for us mermaids, it also represents a sacred ritual. If you have someone you like, you will understand the meaning of kissing. Once a mermaid kisses someone else…it means willing to do it for that person. Give all of yourself.”

The little mermaid didn’t look at her, just looked at the swaying water plants, and said in a low voice, “I know.”

“Everything. Every hair, every inch of skin, every heartbeat…” The old grandmother sighed slightly: “Child, do you have someone you like?”

The boy didn’t answer, he raised his thick eyelashes, and his icy blue pupils stared silently at the grandmother in front of him.

The old grandmother closed her eyes and shook her head slightly:

“Child, you must remember that kisses cannot be given lightly unless you are prepared and willing to give all you have to that person.”

An Moer’s expression was very calm, he turned his face silently, and continued to look at the shuttle fish.

The old grandmother continued to speak slowly:

“Your ‘all’ is different from ‘all’. It is what you have, including what you care about, such as relatives, friends, and what you have not paid attention to, such as health, singing voice…even life.”

She sighed softly, “So, you can only send your own kisses when you’re ready. But it’s only for mermaids, if it’s human…”

The little mermaid’s slender eyelashes trembled slightly, quietly watching the beautiful underwater garden, her clear and beautiful voice was smooth, as if she was just repeating indifferently:

“If it’s human?”

“If it’s human, it’s two different things.” The old grandmother watched him quietly. “Human love is the most unreliable. Kissing is not a holy thing for them, and they are not responsible for it. Love is the same. Human life. It is short-lived, but the heart is erratic, a person can kiss many people and love many people in his life.”

The little mermaid smiled softly, and soft dimples appeared on the corners of her raised lips, and muttered softly:

“…how unfair.”

The old grandmother smiled helplessly and said slowly: “But people have souls, even if their lives are short, after they die, they can ascend to heaven. We can’t, even if we have a life span of hundreds of years, after death, It will only turn into foam floating around in the sea.”

She hesitated, “unless…”

The child in front of her raised her head to look at her, her icy blue eyes were calm, “Unless what?”

“Unless man is willing to give us his soul,” said the old grandmother softly, “if he can obtain the true love of man—if he loves a mermaid more than anything else, he will give her half of his soul and half of his joy. …but, boy, that’s impossible.”

The little mermaid blinked: “Why?”

The old grandmother smiled and said softly:

“Because of the fish tail.”

“My dear boy, a fish tail is something that humans can’t accept. It’s too strange for a human to fall in love with a merman with a fish tail.”

Anmor blinked slightly.

His long eyelashes trembled, and finally, as if murmured to himself, he asked softly:

“Won’t humans fall in love with mermaids?”

He was answered by a sigh-like whisper:

“Yes, child. No.”