After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

Psyche pursed his lips, there was no way to hide, so he had to be fed mouthful by mouthful.

In fact, she is not used to being manipulated like this, as if she is a rag doll, who doesn't even have the basic ability to take care of herself.

But he just naturally likes to play with her, and he takes the trouble no matter how big or small the matter is.

Psyche ate a few mouthfuls lazily, then blocked his hand, "I won't eat."

He was hanging a spoonful of soup in the air, "Isn't it to your liking?"

Psyche could find no excuse.

He put the cups and bowls aside, and held her delicate palms between his hands, "Tell me what you like, and I will do it for you."

Psyche's palms were itchy by him.

His friendly appearance, like a relative who has been with him for many years, makes people feel dependent.

In this deep forest, there are dangers everywhere, and he has indeed been protecting her all the time.

...even though he was the one responsible for her being sacrificed here.

Psyche threw himself into his arms in a strange way, and whispered, "I'm homesick. Really."

She leaned on his broad shoulders and rumpled a small piece of his skirt.

Cupid looked at the person curled up in his arms, and couldn't bear her tears, so in an instant, he was about to say the phrase "go back and have a look if you miss home"...but then he caught some camouflage hidden behind her tenderness.

Psyche raised his water-colored eyes and kissed his chin, "Let me go back and have a look, okay?"

He lowered his head solemnly and looked at her.

Under the backlight of black and white, although she couldn't see his expression, he could see the most subtle emotions in her eyes.

In her melancholy eyes, there was pleading, pretended love...and a bit of unwillingness hidden in the depths.

That subtle sense of unwillingness was like a wake-up call, telling him loudly that she would never come back after she had gone.

Cupid's heart was full of twists and turns, and all kinds of thoughts came to his mind at once.

If it weren't for this damned rule of heaven, he really wanted to immediately throw away his disguise and face her with his true identity regardless.

It's a pity that he still can't, he can't openly disobey his mother's order...

He held her tightly in his arms sadly, "Isn't it good here?"

Psyche whispered, "Very well. But this is not my home."

He told her slightly cruelly, "It's going to be here, my dear."

Psyche felt lost.

Of course, she didn't expect that he would really let her go home, it was just another trick.

She turned around timidly, not turning her face towards him, "This is at best your lair, why is it my home?"

He laughed dumbfounded, "Nest?"

—It was the first time that his palace was called a lair.

He explained with a bit of grievance, "I'm really not a monster."

Psyche was surrounded by a strange warmth, and his body temperature was human again... He seemed to prove to her that he was not a monster.

However, this warmth is like an ice cube wrapped in a warm mat. After careful tasting, it is still cold after all.

There are not many things in this world without body temperature, and there seem to be only two kinds.One is the monsters in the depths of Tartarus. They live in certain black bottomless abysses. They are ugly, boundless and brutal, born with cold blood and have no temperature.

The other is God.

The person in front of her... Even if she couldn't see his appearance clearly, she could still feel his elegant posture and his breathtaking beauty in the faintly visible.

Psyche asked, "You are really not a monster."

He hummed in a low voice.

She pushed forward. "Dare you swear on the Styx?"

He said, "I swear to the Styx."

How dare he swear to the Styx...is he really not a monster?

So, is he another possibility?

She twitched her right eyelid, and the thought of wanting to see his appearance surfaced again.

"Then... are you a god?"

He didn't rush to speak, and his fingertips slid the arc of her chin, "Honey, whatever you think I am is what I am."

Psyche choked.

God is bound.If he is a god, he cannot act willfully and recklessly, and they still need human beings to offer incense.

Although human beings are ants, ants also have their own perseverance.

He saw her mind and said to her jokingly, "I let you know my biggest secret, are you planning to go to Olympus to sue me?"

Psyche chuckled confidently.

"If you announce your divine name, you have to be careful."

"That's a pity then."

A treacherous arc flashed across his silhouette, "Then I have no choice but to silence in advance, otherwise I will really ask you to sue, and I will be in great trouble."

Psyche was held hostage by him in a very weak posture, with his head raised, completely falling into his palm.

But she still managed to squeeze out a smile, "You won't."

He responded with a mockery, "No?"

Psyche whispered, "Have you been shot by Cupid's arrow?"

Little Cupid always likes to play tricks on the people under the arrow while blindfolded.

It doesn't matter if it's a human being, a monster, or the god of Olympus... no one can refuse the arrow of Eros.

She knows this.Before, she thought he was really a monster and wanted to fatten her up and eat her.

Now it seems that he is more like a little bad god who was unfortunately hit by the arrow of the god of love. Whether he wants to or not, he has to pursue her desperately.

The more Psyche thought about it, the more reasonable he became.

She winked at Wei Wei mischievously, and drew circles on his heart through the thin fabric, "If you hit his arrow, it will be me."

The other party was silent for a moment.

The girl's constantly twisting fingers made his heart itch.

In a way, she is indeed holding the chips.

He grabbed her hand.

"Then what do you want?" He squeezed provocatively, "I am hopeless, except you can save me. So I want you to accompany me."

Psyche struggled to sit up from his arms, and said to him sincerely, "There is a cure. Let's go to the Temple of Venus together, pray before him, and let him take back the oracle, shall we? Saved you, also saved me."

There is still a lot of mess in her kingdom waiting for her to clean up. She doesn't want to waste her life in the day-to-day marriage so early.

But the man let out a sneer uncontrollably.

"Honey," he stroked her coldly, "the golden arrow of Cupid cannot be taken back."

Psyche said bravely, "That's not what I mean. I mean, tell Venus to shoot you another...lead arrow."

Cupid listened quietly, looking at her in disbelief.

What did she say?

One person hit two arrows?He has never done such an unreasonable thing.

Love is like a big net, he has been caught in it so deeply that he can't extricate himself, and she is still trying to get out alone?

There are lead arrows.

But not hers.

His dark golden cold eyes slowly disappeared in the darkness.

He whispered in her ear, "Okay, you will go to the Temple of Love in the future and ask him to give you a try."