After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

The night wind rolled up her hair, and it was as cold as if blowing from an underground tomb.

Under the bleak moonlight, Psyche could only catch a glimpse of the monster's dark silhouette, its human-like figure, and a pair of gracefully curved wings, whose speed was simply faster than the wind in the sky.

Her temples thumped wildly, and she ran back to the bed in a hurry, and knocked her knees against the corner of the bed in a hurry.But at this time, she didn't care about the pain, and covered her head with the quilt in a hurry.

She lay stiffly like a clay sculpture, sweat dripped from her forehead, and she held the sharpened dagger tightly in her palm.

I'm coming……

Soon, the air rustled.

Under extreme nervous tension, Psyche heard a faint sound of wings flapping.

Through the small slit in the quilt, she tremblingly glimpsed the monster's blurred silhouette under the moon... It seemed that it didn't look like the huge dragon depicted in the enlightenment book, but its figure was only about the same as that of a normal human man.

Psyche's heart oozes some light and thin joy.

If the disparity in strength between the two sides is not so outrageous, she may still have a chance.

With very light footsteps, the thing came towards her.

Psyche tightly closed his eyes, feeling that the light was getting dimmer... It was the figure of the monster that blocked the moonlight.

The thing stood right in front of her, gazing at her with abyssal eyes that seemed to sear her through.

Psyche pretended to be asleep in extreme torment, but his curled eyelashes trembled violently, and goose bumps appeared all over his skin.

The darkness thickened like spilled ink, and the atmosphere was so deadly that it made people go crazy.

The monster seemed to see that she was pretending to be asleep, and his dark eyes slowly moved to her ankles.

Psyche thumped in his heart, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't taken off his shoes.

It is impossible for normal people to sleep without taking off their shoes.

Psyche secretly despaired, his sharp nails dug into his flesh, and the dagger in his palm was also greasy from sweat.

Every pore and every hair in her body is in a state of spraying, and she is ready to bear the monster's fangs and the pain of being torn apart.

However, in the next second, the expected bloody storm did not come.

A soft hand rested on her cheek.

The hand has no weight, and the touch is indistinguishable from that of a human hand.

The caress was slow and gentle, with a hint of seduction, as if a breeze was stirring the depressed olive leaves at night... as if deliberately waking her up.

For a moment, Psyche thought it was the light of the crescent moon touching her cheek.

But she shuddered and quickly reacted.

The chill seeping from between his fingers was too cool, making him look like an erratic ghost instead of a mortal human being.

Psyche felt hairy all over his body.Shrouded in this fatal lure, the soul seems to be sucked dry at any time.

She finally couldn't help it, she dodged slightly, and said in a trembling voice, "Who?"

——but saw a human-shaped shadow standing beside her pillow.

Under the powerful backlight, his appearance was completely hidden in the darkness, only a pair of slightly shiny wings were faintly visible.

"Don't be afraid."

He covered her eyes and whispered in her ear, "I am your husband."

husband?

She was sacrificed to the monster Lu Junke as a bride, so the person in front of her is the monster Lu Junke in human form?

A hundred eyes, a hundred arms.The neck was full of poison, and in the night of the waning moon, he turned into a human man to seduce the girl and absorb the soul... The ancient legend came to Psyche's mind, and she was so frightened that she forgot to avoid it.

"Can I go to the moonlight?" She begged hoarsely, "It's too dark, I can't see you clearly."

"No, Psyche."

He lovingly stroked her hair, and his knuckles slid across her thin neck again, "Listen, we will live together forever. But there is one thing you need to promise me, never look at me, okay? "

Psyche was silent.

She will not live with the monster forever.She wants to live, she wants to escape from here.

He waited for her for a while, and saw that she didn't respond, and her loving touch was like an invisible threat, "Honey, what's the matter? Talk."

The cold touch spread all over his body, Psyche's eyes were covered by him, and his throat seemed to be tightened by his hand little by little.

She was in a powerless and vulnerable position, as if his neck would break with a little force.

"Uh..." Psyche made a hoarse struggling sound.

There was a trace of tears in her water-like eyes, so she nodded slightly.

In the dense darkness where you can't see your fingers, the other party can see her movements clearly.

"Thank you, Psyche."

Seeing her promise, he let her go, and returned with a deep kiss, "I love you....Love you."

In the end, he also whispered an unfamiliar syllable, coherent and proficient, as if it was his name, but Psyche, who was extremely frightened, couldn't hear it clearly.

Psyche was suddenly free, panting heavily.

She realized that the monster could speak human language, so she choked up and tried to plead, "...I'm already engaged. For the sake of the benevolent god, can you let me go?"

Of course she wasn't engaged, that was just a rhetoric.

She tried her best to describe herself as pitiful, hoping that the other party would show some mercy.

He asked deeply, "Already engaged?"

Psyche nodded slightly, and was about to say the prepared speech, but the other party firmly rejected it, "No. I know you haven't."

"It's true..." Psyche wiped away his tears, ready to bite the bullet and make it up.

"Do not lie to me."

He softly said hiss to her, with a few gloomy sneers between his teeth, "I've been watching you for a long time, and I know everything about you."

Psyche gasped, fear winding down her spine like a poisonous snake.

...Looking at her for a long time?

The guy who thought he only knew about brute force turned out to be an IQ guy.

She must go.

During her disappearance, Chloe will definitely find a way to kill all witnesses and destroy all evidence about the truth about her parents' tragic death... and her beloved sister, Aldous, who has always protected her, will also suffer Chloe's murderous hand.

Psyche saw that rubbing was useless, his cold eyes squinted at the person in front of him, showing a bit of determination.

——The sharpened dagger was already in her hand, and the sharp edge was facing the monster's heart.

The monster gently took off her soft clothes, and interlocked her fingers.

He stroked her slender and fair neck, and blew a little coolness in his mouth, as if the fangs soaked with venom were about to bite down in the next second.

Psyche's heart tightened even more, his silver teeth were locked tightly, and he pretended to obey the opponent's movements.

The moment she was about to strike, the back of her hand was suddenly held down.

He said slowly and dangerously, "Honey, you can't take this with you."

Psyche's pupils shrank, and the dagger in his hand had been sent out subconsciously.

She was well aware of the terrible consequences of failing to hit with one blow, so with a "bang", she exerted all her strength.

The dagger just pierced the opponent's heart.

...But no sticky blood flowed out as imagined.

The man looked like a painless dummy, slowly lowered his head to glance at his heart, and pulled out the dagger.

A radiant arc flashed across the wound, and it was rapidly healing itself.

He let out a very light chuckle, "Human things can't kill me."

In an instant, Psyche's face was as pale as ashes, and he stared in disbelief.

As a matter of fact, any man with great courage would have had his calf twist with fright at the sight of this unearthly spectacle.

self-healing?

In her mind, she imagined countless times the tragic scene of her shopping with monsters, and also thought that she would fail, but she didn't expect to lose so silently.

The man threw the dagger on the ground coldly, and let out a long and obsessive laugh... The laughter drilled into her eardrums, biting the tip of her heart.

"It's so naive...but you are really cute like this."

Psyche breathed the air eagerly, his nerves burning hot.

She shook off the person in front of her, pushed open the bedroom door, and fled.

The chaotic thoughts kept reminding her that there was no door downstairs and the windows were high.

But survival was an instinctive reaction, and she couldn't control her legs.

If she didn't run, she might be swallowed alive.

The air roared in his ears, and the man's cracked laughter echoed throughout the palace.

He was like an inescapable shadow, slowly chasing after her.

The silvery moonlight was blocked by the night fog, making every scene and object even more blurred.

Psyche covered the corner of his twitching mouth, with muddy tears under his eyelids, he ran like a headless fly.

The man's shadow is not everywhere.

She ran to the west wall, and he suddenly leaned against the statue and smiled at her... She ran to the south again, and he stared at her again.

He sent greetings that seemed far away, "Honey, I'm here."

Psyche scratched his hair, almost going mad.

Monsters are monsters.

Psyche showed a look of despair, and returned to the high window of the bedroom without a fence.

She backed away apprehensively.

Half of one foot is already in the air, and there is a gust of wind hunting high in the sky.

She knew that as long as she took another half step back, she would fall from the air and fall into the thorny bushes, first be tied into a hedgehog, and then be thrown into a meat sauce.

"Don't come here." She supported the wall angrily, and said tearfully, "One step closer, and I'll jump from here."

The man was confident, "Threatening me?"

He just walked over so unhurriedly, her figure was shrouded in the shadow of the other party's approaching.

Psyche gritted his teeth, "If you come here again, I will die."

He flatly denied, "No, you won't."

Seeing that he was doomed, Psyche uttered a mournful wail, and then jumped down.

The violent wind rustled in her ears, and the huge weightlessness almost paralyzed all her nerves.

Just when her head was about to be pierced by a sharp thorn, an elegant figure wrapped her arms around her waist, preventing her from being pierced through the brain, and flew back into the air.

Psyche fell into a lingering light embrace, with a strong masculine breath.

The rise and fall made her dizzy, and when she opened her eyes, the waning moon exaggeratedly magnified in front of her eyes, and she could even see the dark spot in front of her clearly.

The man held her in his arms, and the soft and sweet voice echoed in the night.

His wings fluttered rhythmically, making the unruly night wind submit to his feet.

"Look, I didn't lie to you, did I?"