After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

Aldous sent Psyche a long way, and he didn't stop until Psyche ordered him to stop.

Before leaving, Agnes and Psyche blinked knowingly.

If Psyche thinks about going to the Temple of Eros, he can still come to her.

Psyche bid farewell to the two, and rode back to the palace.

The palace still stands majestically in the twilight.

As soon as the door was pushed open, it was pitch black inside, and not a single candle was lit.

The man had promised her to light the lamp at night, and when he was away, the lamp would be automatically lit for her.

Now that the lights are not on, it proves...he is there?

Psyche suddenly panicked.

Before she could adapt to the darkness around her, a cold hand clasped her waist unexpectedly.

Psyche felt numb.

The familiar yet unfamiliar breath came through the thin fabric, and she was about to exclaim subconsciously, but a slender finger blocked her lips.

A cold sentence rang in his ears.

"Why did you come back so late?"

To be so blatant, there is no one else but that person.

Psyche let out a sigh.

Is it late?It will just be blackened tomorrow.

Drowning in that man's arms, only her eyes could move.

"Me, I just went for a walk."

"Just going out for a walk?" The tip of his sharp nose slowly approached her, sweeping her cheeks, "...Why is there a meaty smell on your body?"

Psyche was dumbfounded.

She really didn't expect him to come so suddenly, obviously the two of them were still in a cold war, and obviously he ignored her the day before.

At this moment, every movement of his contained a little bit of imperceptible anger, oozing with... the smell of vinegar.

Her throat was covered by him lightly and softly, making her a little itchy.

Psyche pouted lightly, "It has nothing to do with you."

"It has nothing to do with me?" He pinched her chin as if punishing, "That's right, I've got it."

In the next second, she was already hugged by him horizontally.

……

The moonlight is not clear tonight, and the night is as thick as spilled ink.

There is a small lake behind the rose garden. It is winter now, and the water in the lake is bitingly cold.

The man took her hostage to the lake.

He sat by the lake with an unclear expression, slowly brushing the cold lake water with his slender fingertips.

"Come here."

Psyche stood not far away unhappily, his feet seemed to be filled with lead.

"No."

He smiled at her lukewarmly, "What are you afraid of? The water is very clear and the temperature is just right."

Looking at the frosty lake water, Psyche believed him to be strange.

He wouldn't eat her, but would throw her into the frozen lake to suffer.

——God knows why he was so angry today.

Psyche racked his brains to figure out what offended him, and suddenly remembered that he had met Aldous today.

You won't let him see it, will you?

But if he really saw it, he should know that she really didn't do anything.

Men who eat evil vinegar are the most difficult to deal with, and they are the most troublesome to coax.

Psyche softened his tone at the right time, "Hey... I was wrong, I met a friend today, but I didn't tell you."

His tone was heavy, "Just friends?"

Psyche nodded without thinking.

He suddenly caught her and locked her white wrists.

"My dear, you are not good."

Friends, but you can speak so affectionately, and pull the hem of your skirt so reluctantly.

She left him alone for three or four days, but walked and hunted with other men, talking softly.

How is his heart not darkened.

Psyche changed his tone softer, and mumbled, "I have nothing to do with Aldous. He wanted to take me away, but I also refused. Don't eat vinegar, okay..."

She thought, this is enough, but the man is still unmoved.

Cupid has been chilled by her for several days in a row, during which time he had sulked two times in succession, so he is extremely dissatisfied with her at the moment.

Psyche was at a loss.

He is waiting for her performance.

Psyche was thinking about what his sister said to her, and if he wanted to go to the Temple of Love without telling him, he must be appeased now.

She doesn't need to bear it for too long, as soon as the old love is over, she will immediately part ways with him.

Thinking of this, Psyche blinked tightly, his lips trembling.After hesitating for a while, she still leaned down, closed her eyes, and mustered up the courage to kiss his chin lightly.

This was just an insignificant touch, but for the restrained and shy Psyche, it was already a stormy sacrifice.

Fortunately, the man finally responded and trembled slightly.

Ashamed to say, Psyche saw this trick from his parents by chance, and he covered his face and dared not look at it.

Now it's done...

That's all, Psyche raised his eyes timidly, and there was a layer of mist in them.

She wrapped her little finger around his shoulder, "Don't be angry about these few days, okay?"

The man seemed to have more to say, instead he held her hand, waiting for the next move.

Psyche pursed his lips shriveled.

What's next?

Gone.

Just as he was about to back away from him, he raised his hand to catch her, and with some force on his fingertips, he pressed it against her lips.

"I see you, there is no sincerity at all."

The next moment, Psyche was flattened by him unexpectedly, and he was caressed into the lake on his back.

The cold water of the lake immediately penetrated into the marrow of her bones, submerging her face.

She wanted to lift her neck up to breathe, but the other party's cold kiss was already on her face, so she had no chance to take advantage of it.

Uh... what a cold touch that is.

Under water, Psyche's eyes enlarged involuntarily.

The hair of the two of them was scattered in the water, and his appearance was fully displayed in front of her, close at hand.

It's just that the moon is gone, and the face that is within reach is covered with too deep shadows, and it is underwater again, making it even more blurred.

But even so, she could also catch the sparkling light in his pupils.

...he was a young man.

She vaguely saw clearly.

I don't know how long it took before the man fished her up.

Psyche sat paralyzed by the lake, before he could react for a long time, he hammered at him with messy fists, "What are you doing, I was almost suffocated by you."

The man had already prepared a clean cotton blanket, wrapped it around her head, and wiped off the crystal water droplets on her hair.

"As for it." While drying her hair, he pinched her cheeks, "Tell me, were you really suffocated just now?"

Psyche was in a panic at first, but after he said this, his reason suddenly came back a little.

She really didn't feel suffocated.

To be precise, she didn't need to breathe at all when she was underwater just now.

The coldness of the lake was only a shock at first, but then I couldn't feel it anymore.

Psyche's eyes were full of bewilderment.

"what happened?"

He smiled coldly, disdainful of her making such a fuss.

"What's going on, your body has changed, don't you even know?"

Thinking about what happened recently, she doesn't seem to know the cold in winter, nor the heat in summer.

In addition, she can ride the clouds...

Some unnatural signs had already appeared on her body.

This shock really cannot be digested in a short while.

Suddenly, Psyche wanted to immerse his face in the water again, to see if he could really not breathe underwater.

Seeing her stupid look, he patted her face lightly.

"Fool."

……

At night, the man fell asleep soundly, and it was Psyche's turn that he could not fall asleep.

She couldn't believe that one day she would become less human.

In fact, she should have noticed it from the time she rode the cloud of the God of West Wind.

What a light thing a cloud is, it simply cannot bear the body weight of a mortal.

But she controls it lightly and deftly.

Psyche stroked the ring on his hand and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

It turned out that he had premeditated.

Her body structure had already been changed by him.

Today, she no longer needs to breathe underwater.

In the next step, will it also become weightless, have no body temperature, and give birth to a pair of wings?

There seemed to be a cloud of fog shrouded in front of his eyes, and it was hard for Psyche to figure out what this change meant.

……

Cupid wondered if the stupid woman understood what he meant.

From the very beginning of their contact, he had already thought about their future.

The so-called glory of Olympus, to put it simply, is to change her from a mortal to a god.

In this way, she can avoid suffering the pain of birth, old age, sickness and death, and stand on the same height as him.

However, the process of deification is very slow, and he needs to plan for a long time.

It's nothing to be surprised about, just keep going.

In contrast, he still cares about another thing more.

Does she have him in her heart?

Should he release the golden arrow that he has held in his hand for a long time?

The thought of her being with another man in the forest gave Cupid a headache.

He was so painstakingly planning for her, but she was playing around with him outside.

Really pissed him off.

But he had nothing to do with her.

……

Before the morning star in the east rose, Psyche felt that someone was playing with her hair in her sleep.

"You said 'don't know' that day, have you figured out the answer now?"

Psyche's mind was still in a daze like a mess.

She rolled over.

"It seems that Psyche forgot." The voice was faint, "Do I need to remind you?"

Psyche could only open his dim eyelids, and the man was reclining beside her pillow.

When her hand was held by him, Psyche regained consciousness slightly.

Yes, that day when he asked her if she could accept herself, she declined and said she didn't know.

Now he came to her for an answer...

Psyche frowned unhappily, and muttered softly, "I can't."

"why?"

"You always bully me."

Cupid laughed dumbfounded.

Bully her?

Did he bully her? Why did he bully her? Did he coax her to cry?

With a little carelessness, he bent down to wrap her around her, and retreated, "Then who can you accept, my dear, your little guard?"

At the mention of this name, Psyche's eyebrows obviously frowned.

"Don't mention him to me," she complained. "That man is annoying."

Cupid looked confused.

You can't lie when you talk in your sleep. He wanted to test her while she was half asleep, but he really didn't expect to get such an answer.

Although it may not be true, he is still slightly relieved.

She didn't like herself, and she didn't like anyone else.

Cupid shook his head helplessly, kissed the side of her neck, and then retreated without disturbing her sleep.

The morning sun was slowly rising. At this time, Zephyros should have told his mother about his love for Psyche.

Cupid thought that they would meet in the sun soon.

Psyche waited for the man beside him to leave before he dared to open his eyes slowly.

She didn't feel sleepy at all, and she was pretending to be sleepy just now.

If she didn't express her sincerity in a dream, that person might be so jealous and how to torture her.

Psyche rubbed his stiff neck and got up slowly. The place he kissed just now was cool and slippery, with an indescribable feeling.

Too many things happened recently, she thought about it all night, and sorted out everything before and after.

Even if that person loves her, it must be because of the golden arrow of the god of love.

On the surface, he can't help but love her, but without the effect of the golden arrow, it might not be like this.

After much deliberation, Psyche mustered up his courage and decided to take a risk.

She wants to go to the temple of Eros, please Eros, and break up the old love.