After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

Athos saved Agnes that day, thinking that she was a smart person, but he did not expect that she would go back to the city-state at a huge risk.

"Are you crazy?"

Aldos stared at a pair of bloodshot eyes, "Chloe is catching you everywhere, going back now is tantamount to throwing oneself into a trap."

"I didn't say that I must go back." Agnes's pupils still glowed calmly, "It's just that my crystal ball indicates that I should do this."

She is holding a crystal ball in her hand. According to legend, she is infused with magic by a wizard, can be psychic, can see blood-related people, and at certain times, can see the future.

"What kind of crystal ball, if it's really useful, bring out Psyche right now!"

Aldous said grumpily.

Agnes stopped arguing with him, closed her eyes, and murmured a spell.

She concentrated all her thoughts on the crystal ball, hoping that the crystal ball would show Psyche's position.

But for a long time, nothing happened.

Agnes said dejectedly, "Sister, she... should be in an isolated place. My crystal ball's mana is too weak to feel it."

Aldous decided that Agnes was a magic stick, and wanted to smash the crystal ball in anger, "Excuse! I told you that these things are useless."

While speaking, there was a small sound in the air.

"Hush." ​​Agnes interrupted softly, "Don't talk."

The two are being hunted by Chloe's soldiers, and if they are captured, they will be hanged.

In his impatience, Aldous had to push Agnes to the side of the tree, and the two covered each other's heads.

Da da da.

The shocking movement was blown away by the wind.

Both of them sighed involuntarily, maybe it was the voice of a wild cat.

She was too anxious to take care of it just now, but now Agnes realized that their faces were very close together, she couldn't help but feel very embarrassed, and suppressed her voice, "Hey, let's go, do you want to take advantage?"

Aldos also reacted and snorted.

"Self-motivated."

……

Cupid passed by here and accidentally witnessed this good show.

He was lying loosely on the twig. He just passed by this way just now, but he didn't want to startle a pair of lingering humans.

He couldn't help but smile.

It was his fault, he should have been gentle.

He was about to take a closer look at the two of them, but suddenly he cast a cold look, but couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Why does he seem to know these two people?

The next few days will be gloomy, the dark clouds in the distance are filled with cold dark green, and thunderstorms may fall at any time.

The interior is dull and dark, only the balcony can get a ray of breeze.

Psyche sat on the edge of the terrace, holding a small oval piece of marble, trying to carve the shape of her so-called "husband".

She has never seen him face to face, and she doesn't know his age, his facial features, or his skin color... She can only outline his outline based on her own imagination:

1. He has wings, that's for sure.

2. He has no beard.Whenever she snuggled up to him, his chin was smooth and clean, without the fashionable beard that men in Athens loved to wear.

3. His hairstyle is unknown.

4. She has seen his hands before, they are white and plump, they can be called beautiful.

5. He doesn't seem to be very old.She is soft-tempered and energetic, and sometimes likes to tease her.

6. He has some kind of superpower.

Psyche pondered for a while, and clicked against the marble for a while, but the more he carved it, the more he ruined it, and the more he carved it, the more he felt like no one.

The chaotic thoughts were tangled like twine, so she couldn't figure it out.

She sighed and stared at the stone slumped.

... It seems that she really can't solve this mystery for a while.

Psyche was still in a daze, when suddenly a whirlwind came and the candle went out.

She was startled subconsciously, but she didn't need to think about it, there was no one beside her except "he".

Those fleshy hands broke into her field of vision and gently took away the half-finished product in her hand.

He groaned vaguely, looked at the things in his hand, "Honey, is that me you carved?"

It was still far from dark, and he came so suddenly.

Psyche gave an ambiguous hum... The things carved by her are completely different from each other, anyone can say it.

But he chanted, "It's pretty similar."

Psyche brightened up, "Really?"

Could it be that he looks like this?

The man didn't answer, and his side cheek was pressed against her temples within reach.

This is a very dangerous and intimate position. When the faint light of dusk shines on the faces of both of them at the same time, as long as she turns her head, she either sees him or kisses him.

Psyche's expression changed slightly.

She would add that he was adventurous, teasing her, and romantic at times, and he wasn't a stable guy.

However, Psyche did not have more time to think rationally about these issues.

She was swallowed by the surging tenderness in him.

"Tell me the truth." He smiled and raised her tight chin with his fingertips, and gently twisted his fingertips, "Did you peek at me at night?"

There was a little love in his tone, and it was not a formal question.

Psyche still felt shy, and brushed his hand away lukewarmly, "No."

He asked, "Then how did you sculpt my appearance?"

Psyche opened his mouth, his earlobe itching.

She got up and wanted to go, "I imagined it!"

Before she could stand still, she was dragged back by the man.

His lithe figure was like a dancing melody, and when he held her in his arms, he put a small water lily that hadn't yet bloomed on her temples—the flower was pure white, and I don't know where he conjured it up.

Psyche remembered that he had just given her hyacinths a few days ago, and touched the thing next to his ear in reproach, "Why did you bring me flowers again?"

He simply said, "I just thought you'd look good in it."

Psyche snorted.

She said reluctantly, "It's not fair, you can admire my appearance all the time, but you refuse to let me see you."

His voice was slightly lowered, "Honey, let me say sorry. Please forgive me."

The answer was a little perfunctory.He has no interest in discussing this issue too much at the moment, and all his enthusiasm is focused on her.

He carried her onto the bed.

Bo was draped over their heads.

In the darkness, she met his eyes.

Her breathing was slightly tight, "Can I ask, what is the punishment?"

Pause, "If I saw what you look like."

He daydreamed for a while, and Youyou guessed, "There will be 'shackles' to separate us."

Psyche's bushy eyebrows blinked.

Forgetting herself for a moment, she wrapped her arms around his neck with her backhand and stroked his hair.

"Are you afraid of that 'shackle'?"

He laughed lowly, his clear voice was like the golden light piercing through the clouds in the dark.

"Even if I were thrown into the hell Tartarus, I would be happy."