After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

The change was so sudden that the oil lamp in Psyche's hand slipped and fell to the ground with a "clang" and went out.

"Psyche...?"

Cupid called her vaguely, still feeling sleepy, but the burning pain in his shoulder quickly woke him up.

The shadow of the moon went out, and the oil lamp fell to pieces all over the ground. It was self-evident what happened just now.

He drooped his brows and couldn't help sneering.

After a moment of silence, I finally asked with restraint and a little sourness, "Honey, what's so good about me that it's worth your effort?"

These words concealed anger, and to him who was usually soft-tempered, it was quite harsh.

Psyche was ridiculed by him, his throat seemed to be swallowed with poison, and he couldn't catch his breath.

Tears overflowed from her eyes, and she wanted to apologize subconsciously, but deep down she felt that she was right.

Thoughts were like weeds, and Psyche kept imagining the worst possible outcome.

Anyway, things have been brought to light, he will scold her, beat her, lock her up, or just eat her?

Psyche wanted to escape from this embarrassing situation, but in extreme panic, the harder he tried, the more powerless he became.

He staggered and fell to the ground.

The man's dark eyes were entangled with her, and with a slight upward movement of his palms, a breeze immediately lifted her up.

The next second, her jaw was lifted by him.

Under the moonlight, those snow-white hands brushed against her trembling skin. Although it was not a strong effort, they never intended to spare her easily.

He was absent-minded, mixed with obvious disappointment and indifference.

"Why are you lying to me?"

Psyche's lips were drawn into a tight line.

"Answer me." Cupid raised his voice, enduring the turbulent emotions, and tried his best to calm down again, "... okay?"

In fact, he had already realized that something was wrong with her.

At that time, he would rather be vague and choose to believe her with a blind eye.

But she's not trustworthy, is she?

Or is it because he is not worthy of her trust from the beginning to the end?

The intense frustration made Cupid's bright eyes dim like a pool of water, gray stagnant water.

But under the rage, he still had to restrain himself and suppress his anger.

She was Psyche... his love.

No matter when and where, he can't let anyone hurt her, let alone himself.

Under his poor questioning, the girl pondered for a long time before she dared to speak.

"I don't want to live with someone who knows nothing."

"I don't know anything," Cupid looked a little distracted, "So you always think that I am a shameful thing, trying to mistreat you?"

He held her hand abruptly, put it on his heart, and asked her as if unwilling to give up, "My dear, tell me, what is wrong with me these days, what is not to your liking...or, what do you want?" Tell me directly, where does it look like a monster, what did it hurt you?"

He is the son of the romantic and affectionate beauty god, and he has been happy and happy since he was a child.

Before he hit the golden arrow, he asked himself that he had never admired anyone, nor humbly begged anyone.

He only condescended to curry favor with her.

But Psyche, a person he has loved with all his heart and soul for so long, still has to be so suspicious of him.

Cupid's heart shattered into several petals.

They were very different, once their identities were revealed, their mother would definitely know about them, and they could no longer stay together, so he kept hiding it from her.

Under the violent impact of emotion, Cupid actually wanted to light up the oil lamp again and tell her these words exactly.

... But the long desire for her still stopped him.

He has to endure.

I have to coax her to bear it.

"I'm sorry," Psyche's wrist fluttered, with a slight cry, "but I don't even know your name...I'm not sure who you are. I didn't mean to hurt you, I just obeyed the oracle instructions..."

"oracle?"

Yes.

It was Apollo's deliberate oracle.

I thought I'd muddle along, but I didn't expect it to become what it is today

This old and disrespectful god really spared no effort in revenge.

Cupid touched her snow-white neck without joy or sorrow, and stared at her with all his strength.

"So you would rather believe in an illusory oracle than me, right?"

Psyche turned his head away, his eyes were too dark to see any light.

"...You are also illusory."

Her words were very hoarse, like a guilty whisper, but they fell on his ears very clearly.

Unreal, that's a nice way of saying it.

More accurately, it should be dewy love, dispensable.

Cupid felt a pain in his heart.

Her words have wiped out every bit of their past days.

The cold wind blew across his face.

He had never felt so bleak.

Psyche choked up, brushed his hand away, and quietly pulled away.

"I was impulsive, I'm sorry." She said silently, "But if you think I really offended you, let's break it off, it's fine for you and me."

She said, turned and left with her head down.

Cupid is still like a silent statue, his eyelids drooping.

broken?

He involuntarily snorted.

She wants to break up with him.

Psyche can be as weak as a marigold when she is deliberately attached to someone, but when she wants to leave, she is also calm and almost cruel.

For some reason, only four words floated in Cupid’s mind——beginning in disarray and finally abandoning it.

Just when the girl came to the door, he spoke coldly.

"stop."

Psyche froze.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, she was obviously afraid of him, but she didn't dare to go against his will.

She had no choice but to turn around and ask without hesitation, "Is there anything else?"

The two looked at each other, not far away.It's just one backlight and one facing light.

Cupid walked over slowly, and stopped only when he was within walking distance of her.

He grudgingly scratched her delicate and beautiful browbones, knowing that she was afraid and so calm, like a reversal of the offensive, it was his turn to torture her finely.

He whispered to her, "You said it's over, can you not accept me, no matter how long?"

The girl didn't want to answer this question and wanted to hide, but he forced her to have nowhere to hide.

He was longing for her answer, and the golden arrow was making waves in his heart. The irrepressible love was almost like clusters of thick and blazing flames, burning him up.

He is romantic, wants to pursue whatever comes along, and doesn't like to force.

But that doesn't mean he can't force it.

The obsession with her has surpassed other reason.

It doesn't hurt to use some small tricks.

After all, he is a god, a human being far above the ants.

She is docile, and he can take care of her gently and like a friend.If she is stubborn, he can also forcefully intervene in her life like a boulder or water.

He is waiting for her answer.

But Psyche lowered his head sadly and didn't speak for a long time.

Such a simple question, after hesitating for so long, the answer is self-evident.

Cupid approached, gently pulling back the broken hair from her temples.

He comforted her tenderly and harmlessly, "Just tell me. Just give me the most truthful answer."

Psyche opened his mouth blankly.

There is an air of subtlety and danger in the air.

She seemed to want something to come out of her mouth, but after catching his breath, she held it back wisely.

"I... I don't know." She gave him some ambiguous words.

Then, as if avoiding him, he ran down the spiral staircase.

City-state, posthouse.

Agnes received the little letter from Psyche, and knew that she was fine, but had some things to deal with temporarily.

Although the content of the little letter is a bit cryptic, Agnes still keenly guesses that Psyche must have run into her "husband" again.

They are not yet clear.

I thought that everything would be fine after Psyche escaped from the forest, but now it seems that things are far from as simple as imagined.

Although Psyche said in the little letter not to tell Aldous, so as not to cause accidents in vain, Aldous was already furious at Psyche's inexplicable disappearance. The entangled people went straight to the palace.

It is basically impossible to hide it from him.

Aldous's temper is too violent, and he secretly loves Psyche, which is well known to everyone.

He is a descendant of dragon slaying warriors, he hates evil like a vengeance, and he will kill monsters when he meets them. Now that he hears that Psyche has left with the monster in the forest again, he even regards the monster as a rival in love, so he must fight fiercely one game.

Agnes couldn't stop it.

She couldn't help sighing.From Agnes' point of view, Aldous is a loyal and reliable bodyguard, a friend who dares to love and hate... But he is not an ideal lover.

He can only act recklessly, and the same is true for love.

At this moment, Aldous has copied the guy and entered the forest.

His kind of love without hesitation, thinking about it...would cause a lot of trouble.

Worried that something bad might happen, Agnes hurriedly brought her own crystal ball, caught up with Aldous, and went into the forest with him.

After experiencing the accident the day before yesterday, Psyche really tasted what it was like to steal a chicken without losing money.

Not only did she fail to see his face clearly, but she started to frighten the snake, and the relationship between the two of them froze.

For the past few days, she has been annoyed at her stupidity.

Psyche thought that the man would have to make her suffer, and was ready to bleed and be beaten... But the man didn't seem to be a fierce spirit, and he was not interested in such things as violent fights. Nothing too heavy.

He kept her calm for several days as he wished.

Psyche thought that she had already annoyed him by being so restless.

He can go elsewhere to find flowers and ask Liu, and find an obedient and pleasant wife.

Presumably their relationship could no longer last, she packed up and left by herself, it was worth seeing.

When he was away, the palace bedroom was full of his breath.

Psyche was worried, fearing that the memory of smell would make her feel emotional, she would rather sit in the bleak backyard with the west wind and stare at the roses.

Did she really do something wrong?

But if he was really honest with her, why did he have to hide it?

Psyche took a small stone and carved three lines on the ground, representing three days.

If after three days he hadn't seen anyone, she would go away, go far away, and forget all about it.

But what's funny is that on the third day, he came again.

Seeing him suddenly, Psyche was a little embarrassed.

He also looked at her knowingly.

Although he behaved as usual, it always seemed to be scrutinized, as if he was letting her dry.

Psyche knew he was still angry.

She didn't expect him to forgive her either.Whether to go or stay, she has to make a choice...