Me and my Apollo husband

It all feels like a horrible nightmare.

It was probably the most frightening dream that Zhou Meng had in his whole life.

At the end of the dream, he vaguely heard the siren of the police car and the smell of burning blood.

Zhou Meng was naked, and the hot and humid smell of blood permeated his skin and brain, and entered his heart, so strong that it was suffocating.

A warm chest was stuck behind him, gently hugging the trembling cold Zhou Meng.

"Zhou Meng, don't be afraid, I will protect you."

When Zhou Meng woke up, he was in a strange place.

It was probably early in the morning, perhaps no later than seven o'clock.

Zhou Meng was awakened by the rushing sound of birds. He opened his eyes dimly, and suddenly saw a landscape, canyons, rivers and trees in front of him.

The mist coils around the mountainside layer by layer, and the milky white reflects the emerald green, complementing each other.A clear stream of water flows down from the mountain stream, along the meandering river, over the sparse and round pebbles, and flows all the way to the distance covered by mist.

A black and gray bird the size of a fist flew back and forth among the trees, making long and long calls from time to time.

What is this place?

Zhou Meng was immersed in this comfortable natural environment, and fell asleep drowsily again.

I don't know how long it took before Zhou Meng woke up again.This time his mind was not as chaotic as before, and he could clearly recognize that he was in a certain room.

The room is about [-] square meters, with a landscape painting hanging on the off-white wall.There are mountains and waters, trees and birds in the painting, so lifelike.When you look at it suddenly, it is very immersive.Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows is a secluded manor, and further away, there seem to be vague figures of horses and people.

Zhou Meng tried to move his legs and feet, which were a little stiff, but overall he was fine.His stomach hurt a little, Zhou Meng sat up with his left hand supporting the bed.

hiss.

My hand hurts.

Zhou Meng looked at his hands wrapped in white cloth, with a somewhat dazed expression on his face.He sat on the edge of the bed for a while, then got up and walked out of the room slowly.

This house is large and exquisite, luxurious to the point of magnificence, even the hallways are covered with exquisite and expensive carpets.From its interior decoration, it looks like a typical Italian Renaissance building. The wide central hall has symmetrical corridors on both sides, white classic columns and semicircular arches, and a beautiful vault when you look up.

Zhou Meng walked out along the long corridor, he slightly raised his head, looking at the murals on the dome.The architectural figures, livestock, and gods in ancient Greek mythology were all displayed in front of his eyes.

Under the shock of the carved beams and painted buildings, Zhou Meng thought of a mortal who strayed into the altar, small, pale, and powerless.

This may still be a dream.Zhou Meng thinks so.

The villa is located on a small hill in the outskirts, surrounded by a wide view, and can see the endless river.Not far away, there were a few middle-aged people dressed like elderly foreign farmers. They saw Zhou Meng and were busy with their work.

Zhou Meng stood there stupidly for a while, seeing that no one came to pay attention to him, he stepped forward again with his bare feet, stepping on the road paved with small round cobblestones, and walked slowly forward.

There is a horse farm in front, and it seems that there are still people running on horseback.

Zhou Meng was like a walking corpse on a pilgrimage, walking strangely and hesitantly for a long time before reaching the gate of the racecourse.

On the opposite side of the wide runway is a lawn, and there are two people sitting on horses, walking slowly.

Of those two people, one was black and straight, the other was brown and curly, their appearances were astonishingly beautiful.Just like the gods on the mural before.

Zhou Meng looked at them, and then guessed that he was in a dream.

One of them rode lightly on his horse's belly and walked towards Zhou Meng.The man was wearing a white riding suit, and his brown curly hair was casually tied behind his head, revealing his handsome and profound facial features and outline.

He was riding a tall dark brown horse with shiny skin. When he came in front of Zhou Meng, the man stretched out a hand, and looked deeply at Zhou Meng with his green eyes.

Zhou Meng took a step back blankly.

The man seemed a little helpless, blinked mischievously quickly, drove the horse to Zhou Meng, and then bent down to pick Zhou Meng up.

"See, you're still avoiding me." The man pressed Zhou Meng's ear and held him firmly in his arms.

Zhou Meng was a little scared, but he didn't know what he was afraid of; while he was afraid, he was looking forward to it, and he didn't know what he was looking forward to.He waved his hands and feet in a daze, and the people behind him just hugged him tightly, and it was useless for Zhou Meng to struggle.

"Zhou Meng is good, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." The man coaxed him like this.

Zhou Meng calmed down slowly, leaning on the chest behind him, staring blankly into the distance.

"Maybe you should send him to the hospital for further examination." The big black-haired beauty rode a black horse gracefully pacing forward.

"But he's in good health?" the brown-haired man said, reaching out to touch Zhou Meng's waist.

Zhou Meng retracted his body sensitively, and suddenly he leaned forward on the horse's back, trying to wrap his arms around the horse's neck.

"Here." Joyce pointed to his head and shrugged. "Go to the psychiatrist for a checkup."

"It's your brain that's wrong." Yingjun said, "Whose fault is this?"

Joyce made a grimace, and said, "I'm sorry, I really didn't know he was so scared. But don't worry, I'm a good hand at treating this kind of disease. I'll recuperate here for a while, and I guarantee he will get better."

Handsome put his hand on Zhou Meng's, and pulled off the corner of Zhou Meng's pajamas that had been lifted up because he was lying on his stomach.

After Zhou Meng woke up in the hospital, he was identified as suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. He developed "psychic paralysis", decreased reaction to the outside world, depressed mood and oversensitivity.This symptom is generally caused by destructive stress, the cause is war, earthquake and air crash, and it is more common in ordinary life in victims of kidnapping, assault or rape.The current state of Zhou Mang is typically still in the shock stage. In this stage, the victim loses consciousness of the trauma and disaster, loses his mind, and cannot recall the events at that time at all.

"Maybe I can perform a psychological hypnosis on him, so that he can forget everything about that night." Joyce said suddenly.

"I can do whatever you can." Yingjun said, and he frowned deeply: "I think I should take him out of here."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Joyce said. "You can live here, and he can still recover from his illness. If you live outside, the police will definitely bother you and make you restless."

Handsome shook his head, "I want to take him back to his country, where his family is, and he will get better sooner."

"You go back so soon, don't you still have lessons?"

"No more. I have already contacted the boss of the company, and he allowed Zhou Meng to return to China early."

The two rode forward for a while, and Joyce asked softly, "What about you?"

"Of course I went back with him. Most of the divine power that I sealed at that time is contained in the Seven Dou Xing. This is the only power in this world that I can use against my uncle. What's more...he is my wife now."

"Your Highness, do you really hate me that much?" Joyce called him suddenly, staring at handsome with a pair of black eyes. "I won't compete with him for any position in your heart, but he shouldn't completely occupy you. As one of the main gods, you have the right to have many lovers. But you still remember what you promised me ? When will the promise be fulfilled?"

Handsome gave him a complicated look, "Joyce, I'm sorry."

Joyce's eyes filled with tears quickly: "You don't like me at all?"

"No, of course I like you." Yingjun said, "You are my most beautiful priest, and I sincerely hope to make you happy. Not in this way, because I value you so much and cherish you... do you understand?"

Joyce wiped away his tears, and he gave Yingjun a look: "I won't give up."

Handsome was amused by his expression, he tilted his head, "I wish you good luck."

Joyce stood there for a long while, and when he came back to his senses, Handsome had dismounted from his horse and walked a long way in the manor with the help of Zhou Mang, who was wobbly and unable to walk steadily.

Today's fog is so heavy that it almost covers the entire manor.In the twilight, the back of the brown-haired man seemed to grow taller invisibly.

Their figures were finally entangled in the mist.

The next day, when Zhou Meng woke up from his hazy consciousness, he was already on the plane.

Outside the window are thick white clouds and the sunlight that penetrates the clouds.Occasionally, a deep blue sky appeared in the line of sight, and then it was covered by infinite white clouds and penetrating golden light.

The golden light is a little dazzling.

A big hand stretched out and covered Zhou Meng's eyes.The temperature of his hands was a little low, Zhou Meng carefully pressed his eyelids on, and felt cool and comfortable.

Immediately after Zhou Meng's head was turned, the golden light in his vision faded and turned into a darker calm.Zhou Meng's eyes were still closed, and his hand brushed Zhou Meng's hair behind his ears, and then gently scratched Zhou Meng's nose with his index finger.

"Little guy." Zhou Meng heard a deep voice call out softly.

Zhou Meng opened his eyes, and the brown-haired man sitting next to him looked at him with green eyes for a while, then turned his head away.Zhou Meng stayed quietly like a rabbit, and suddenly he moved closer to the person next to him, and then fixed himself again.

The handsome man beside him rolled his eyelids, yawned boredly, and fell asleep on the seat.

Zhou Meng stared at the man with his dark eyes for a while, as if he was waiting for the man to fall asleep, then he quietly leaned on the man, and stretched out two fingers to grab the man's clothes tightly.

And the man slightly opened his eyelids, under the slender and thick eyelashes, the emerald green eyes revealed a kind of gaze that seemed to be loving and compassionate.