After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

However, after Psyche and Cupid left, they did not return to the Forest Palace immediately.

Under Psyche's strong request, they had to go back to the posthouse to get their things first.

Psyche shut him out of the post on purpose, wrapped the oil lamp in rags several times, and then walked out slowly.

Cupid was leaning loosely on a high tree branch, and jumped down when he heard the sound.

"Why did it take you so long?"

Psyche covered up as if he was facing an enemy.

Seeing her cute and anxious look, Cupid sneered.

"What are you hiding? If I want to see it, can you hide it?"

He was really curious.What else does she want to carry privately?

But the girl insisted not to let him see it, and shyly held his hand that lifted the burden.

"It's a girl's thing." She begged him gently and harmlessly, "Leave me some secrets, okay?"

His movements slowed down.

Psyche's small face was raised slightly, and he spoke like a weak wind.

It had to be said that he followed her suit.A simple sentence from her can fascinate him.

Cupid held his forehead in distress.

If he hadn't accidentally shot the golden arrow at himself, how could he be so hopeless...

Grasping his momentary loss of consciousness, the girl has deftly hid the things in her hands.

Psyche released another white pigeon and asked the pigeon to carry a message to his sister.

Cupid regained his composure, "When will you start raising pigeons?"

Psyche snorted contemptuously.

"You look down on people too much."

Cupid fiddled with the dove's beak twice with his long fingers, and only smiled idly.

Forget it, whatever she says is what it is.

He just wanted her to stay by his side, and just live an ordinary life like this.

But he can't hide from her all his life, he must always be honest with her in front of her.

How should he take that step?

He can give her eternal life, save her from life, old age, sickness and death, and enshrine the glory of the entire Olympus in front of her eyes...

But will she accept him again?

The forest at night is complex and quiet, with sparse branches and leaves, and fireflies flying around.The night mist is curling up, the spring is gurgling, and the moon is surrounded by half the stream.

The two walked side by side, like a real couple.

Cupid peeped at the people next to him intentionally or unintentionally.

Psyche didn't talk much tonight, she basically answered only when he asked a question.Although she is considered well-behaved and pleasant, she always feels that she has something on her mind, and her behavior is not as natural as usual.

Her hands tightly clutched the contents of the bag.

It was a subconscious action, the things in the bag were the things she avoided him just now.

An unexplained barrier stood between them.

Cupid's icy blue pupils darkened a little, smelling something unusual.

He raised his lips, intending to ask a question, but stopped.

She left her hometown for him and lived alone with him, thinking about it, she must feel uncomfortable... He should give her complete and pure trust, how can he be suspicious just because of a little bit of vague feeling?

Cupid lowered his eyes to cover the dark look in his eyes, and held her hand tightly.

……

Returning to this forest palace, Psyche felt a chill, only the roses in the back garden were as bright red as before.

Maybe because she hasn't been here for a long time, this yard is also lonely and depressed.

The man prepared dinner for her, but Psyche was not hungry.However, she also ate some obediently, fearing that her body would reveal something.

From yesterday to now, she has been trying her best to hide her emotions, laughing and talking warmly, even every word she said has been carefully considered.

There is no other reason, just to find an opportunity to see his true face with an oil lamp.

She couldn't keep being kept in the dark like this.

The warning given by the oracle is still vivid in her heart, whether he is black or white, she wants to see for herself with her own eyes.

For this reason, during the meal, Psyche even persuaded him to drink for the first time.

She had a small thought—it would be better for her if he could get drunk.

But it's a pity that he has no hobby of drinking, even though she tried her best to persuade him to drink, he only drank a glass lightly.

For this glass of wine, Psyche himself accompanied several glasses.

She didn't know what the man looked like, but she heard his voice was still clear, presumably he wasn't affected by the drink.

Psyche looked slightly drunk, lying limply on the table.

The man walked over, gently and slowly sweeping her face with his cool fingers like pebbles.

"Why are you drinking so badly?"

Psyche secretly resented, it's not because you refused to drink...

She may be three points drunk, but she pretends to be seven points.

A slender arm like a flower branch rested on his shoulder, and shook him, "Then will you take me back to the bedroom?"

He froze imperceptibly, and exerted some force on the back of his hand brushing her hair, forcing her to raise her chin.

"Really drunk?"

Psyche half-closed his long and narrow eyes and struggled to stand up, but staggered and bumped into his arms.

Since he wasn't drunk, she could pretend to be drunk, and the effect would be the same.

He sighed slightly, as if talking to himself.

"Why are you so drunk? Originally, I still have something to tell you..."

Psyche closed his eyes deeply.What could he have said to himself?

But some are missing.

……

After a while, Psyche sat down on the soft bed as he wished.

There was a strange aura in everything that man did, she didn't even need to open her eyes to know if he was by her side.

When Psyche heard it, he also lay down gently with her.

She turned sideways, and her drunken eyes regained clarity.

The oil lamp was within reach by the side of her bed, which she had put away in advance.

Psyche took a deep breath.

Who he really is will soon be unraveled.

Don't hesitate anymore... She persuaded herself in her heart.

After observing these days, Psyche knew that he was restless.

But on rare occasions, he will also fall into a short sleep like ordinary people-this sleep is dispensable, it is purely for entertainment.

Psyche didn't dare to act rashly, she had to make sure he was asleep before lighting the lamp.

The clouds receded, the bright moon hung high, and the light like a veil fell through the window.

There was no movement in the room for a long time, only the sound of Psyche's own slight breathing.

Psyche turned around and lay down on his back, reckoning that the timing was almost there.

She opened her eyes and looked sideways at the people around her.

Perhaps because of the angle of light and shadow, he is clearer today than in the past.

One of his arms stretched out slantly, exposed under the moonlight, white in color, full of flesh and bones, just like Psyche's first glimpse, it is a pair of beautiful hands among human beings.

These hands, sometimes cold and sometimes warm, have touched her countless times... Psyche's eyes moved slowly, and he looked at his wings again.

Compared with the other parts, these wings are the least mysterious, always glowing with a silver-white glint like flowing slurry, which cannot be hidden... She can see it more or less on weekdays.

At this moment, they are moving slightly, slowly and unconsciously, as if confirming that their master has fallen into a deep sleep.

Psyche didn't hesitate anymore, he lifted the quilt and went to get the oil lamp.

Her movements were extra careful, covering the slightest movement.Every time I move, I carefully raise my eyes to look at the person in the dark.

Fortunately, everything went well.

Swish.

A cluster of flames scorched the darkness.

The oil lamp was specially made by my sister. It is not as dim as ordinary candles, and it can illuminate a small area as bright as day.

Psyche's heart collapsed into his throat, and his breathing stopped involuntarily.

She brought the lamp close to the man's face—

He slept completely defenseless, with half of his face buried between the pillows.

Mingxuan's candlelight has clearly outlined his tall nose, but the other half of his face is still covered by fine strands of hair.

From such an angle, it is difficult to distinguish between beauty and ugliness.

But it does look like a human, but it has a bit more aura than a human.

Not like a monster, and not human.

That's another possibility...

Maybe she was too greedy, she should have stopped now, but Psyche couldn't control his trembling fingers, and wanted to open his hair to find out everything.

She had seen statues of all the gods of Olympus.

She wanted to see who he was.

But at this moment, a drop of lamp oil fell on his shoulder viciously, ruining her good deed.

"Clap."

In the quiet and dark night, the sound was incomparably resounding, piercing the eardrums.

Psyche covered his mouth silently.

He woke up instantly.