After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

Fascinated by this familiar aura, Psyche let out a soft cry and fell staggeringly into the man's arms.

...just touched the opponent's narrow waist.

Psyche's fingertips suddenly went numb.

hiss.

The two gasped at the same time.

But seeing the man lower his eyes, with countless ripples in his pupils, he lightly pinched her cheek and asked, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Psyche's face immediately flushed red.

She shivered all over, and wanted to withdraw her hand immediately, but he stopped it just right.

In my impression, Cupid always appears like this, coming and going without a trace. I don't know how many times it has appeared suddenly like this.

She pursed her lips and darkened her face, "Bullying people."

He asked hesitantly, "Why are you here?"

He seemed displeased, and knocked her coolly, "Leave without saying goodbye, how dare you ask me?"

After hearing the news of Agnes's injury yesterday, Psyche was anxious and rushed down from Olympus before he could tell Cupid.

But she didn't leave without saying goodbye, she clearly asked the parrot to send him a small letter.

Now that the door is blocked like this, did you not receive it?

Psyche stuck out his tongue.

"Then didn't you still find it?"

Cupid picked her up across his waist and slapped her nose heavily.

His obsession was repeated, his forehead lightly leaned against her, sighing breathlessly, and a few strands of soft light-colored hair on his forehead hung on the Psyche's helix... like a sticky cat. Human's little sheep, docile, harmless, and pitiful.

Cupid blinked Bing Che's eyes solemnly, and said softly, "Psyche, you know, I feel like I'm going to die..."

After finishing speaking, he took her hand and put it on the slightly heaving heart, closed his eyelids slumpedly, and kissed her one after another, "It's getting more and more painful here, the moment I leave you, it hurts like a fire."

Psyche raised his eyebrows lightly, and let out a long snort.

She knew that he used to pick up pleasant words, and ordinary words were tinged with emotion when spoken by His Highness the God of Love, let alone such nasty words.

"Is it true?"

Psyche raised his head dubiously, "Does anyone who gets hit by a golden arrow suffer so much?"

Cupid nodded earnestly.

His eyes drooped, sad and down and out.

"I didn't know it before, but now that I have experienced it personally, I feel that it is powerful."

Psyche straightened his back even more.

Why does she feel that he is tricking her again?

Psyche gave a low laugh and cleared his throat, "Actually, I told you long ago that short-term pain is worse than long-term pain. If you stab yourself with an arrow, you will be free by now."

Cupid interrupted her displeasedly, and pressed her forward again with his hand on her waist, "Since long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, why can't I poke you with a golden arrow? In this way, my long-term pain will It has become Changle."

He really conjured up a golden arrow, "Don't worry, the golden arrow is in your arms, you don't feel the slightest bit, my dear, you don't even have to suffer short-term pain..."

Psyche's smile suddenly froze.

The golden arrow point was facing her brightly, like a golden poisonous snake, once bitten, it would be impossible to get rid of.

"Don't..."

She couldn't help but wanted to hide, but the man with bad intentions didn't let her take half a step back, instead he pressed the golden arrow step by step, straight towards her heart.

"do not?"

He said earnestly, "If you leave without saying goodbye again, I will have to die of pain alone."

Psyche pursed his lips.

This person looked weak and harmless on the surface, but secretly he used these methods to manipulate her.

She had no choice but to soften her tone, put her arms around his neck, and said softly, "I was joking with you just now, why am I willing to let the lead arrow poke you again? Actually, we haven't seen each other for less than a day, so it's not like that What a fuss, huh?"

Cupid shook his head calmly.

"As for."

He was breathing heavily, and under the perfectly beautiful eyelids, there was a faint layer of black and blue.

His eyes were not as bright as usual, and the aloof Venus was sluggish, more mortal than Psyche... It seemed that he was really tortured by the golden arrow.

Psyche couldn't help frowning his beautiful eyebrows.

She knew the name of the Golden Arrow before, but she didn't know that the God of Cupid would be so desperate if she was hit by it.

Cupid whispered in her ear, "It wasn't so powerful at first, but every time I touch you, the effect of the golden arrow becomes stronger. If I don't touch you, I can't bear it. Psyche, I really have no medicine right now." Saved, what should I do?"

The lingering meaning spread around unconsciously, like an invisible aura, coloring Psyche's nerves.

The hand she held on his shoulder seemed to have been taken out of the bone by some kind of potion, it was soft and powerless, and she could no longer distance herself from the person in front of her.

"I don't believe it." She whispered like a mosquito.

At this moment the candle was extinguished in due course.

He took her hand and said secretly, "Then let me prove it to you, okay?"

……

At night, Psyche lay in Cupid's arms, his body slightly stiff.

She was tired all over, and her eyes were closed in a daze.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered the third task assigned to her by the God of Beauty, and her anxiety came back again.

She is a living person, how can she go to the underworld?

Was she really going to be thrown into the Styx?

Ugh.

It is destined to be unfinished.

She tossed and turned, and the man who was sleeping peacefully beside her opened his eyes at some point.

"You're still as dishonest as ever when you sleep."

Psyche turned around, "Did it wake you up?"

Cupid shook his head nonchalantly.

"You forgot, I don't need to sleep."

Psyche let out a light oh.

No need to sleep or rest?

Then he was just pretending to be that tired just now...

Psyche had a headache, knowing that she had been tricked again.

Glancing at his handsome side face, I thought about it, but I still couldn't hold back the words in my heart.

She plunged her head into Cupid's arms and said in a low voice, "Your mother... doesn't seem to like me very much."

Under the moonlight, the light filtered in made his arms white.

Cupid grabbed her slender neck and pulled out her sparrow-like head.

"Yeah. I know."

"you know?"

Psyche secretly opened his eyes, "Then you still have to be with me?"

He sighed deeply, "There is no way. My dear, the golden arrow can't get rid of it."

Psyche touched his cheek.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with them getting along like they do now.

She didn't say how affectionate she was for him, at least she didn't reject him, and she felt comfortable when she was with him.

...But this is destined to not last long.

"Then I'm a mortal, if one day... I'm gone, what will you do?"

Psyche asked in a low voice.

This is of course a real problem.

She is a mortal, even without the third mission of God of Beauty, she would have birth, old age, sickness and death.

What should he do then?

Cupid smiled lightly, but didn't seem to care.

He moved his Adam's apple lightly, and kissed her forehead.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death? Do you know that gods can also go to the underworld, it's just a matter of taking risks."

Hearing this, Psyche felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Cupid's expression was confusing, "Honey, did the envoy tell you about the third mission?"

Psyche tensed suddenly, "How do you know?"

When he said this, his tone was quite flat, as if he knew it from the beginning.

But the envoy clearly said that this is a secret mission, and no one can tell it, especially Cupid.

How did he know this in advance?

Cupid meaningfully stroked her cheek, dispelling her surprise and worry, and said slowly, "Psyche, I care about you more than you think."

He clearly said from the beginning that he would help her all the time and help her to the end, and he would never break his promise.

Why couldn't she give him all her trust?

Psyche raised his head and saw that the man's expression was calm, but there was a faint sense of certainty, which made people feel at ease.

The underworld, that is not a place where you can go if you just say it.

She couldn't help lowering her voice, and asked him quietly, "Then what can you do, can you tell me?"

Now that he knew everything, there was nothing mysterious about this task.

It's not a bad rule, as long as you don't let Meishen know about it, you'll be fine.

He didn't want to but shook his head, "There's no way."

Psyche was immediately discouraged.

She poked him and said angrily, "Then what are you confident about?"

Cupid nodded and smiled, "It doesn't matter whether you can solve the problem or not, don't be so sad all day long. You still look good when you smile."

After a pause, he said, "Do you still remember the couple I told you about Hades and Hades? If you want to borrow the beauty of Hades, you really have to go to the underworld."

His tone put away his cynicism and added a bit of formality.

Psyche remembered that the queen of the underworld seemed to be separated from her mother and taken to the underworld because Cupid shot a golden arrow.

She asked suspiciously, "Can the Empress Dowager lend me her beauty?"

... This seems to be another one of his enemies.

hanging.

Cupid smiled and said, "Think too much. With your small body, you don't even know whether you can see the queen of the underworld. First, you have to cross the River of Styx, and secondly, you have to fight the three-headed monster... Can you do all of these things?" ?”

Psyche listened to him dully. Wasn't this deliberately embarrassing her?

She is just a mortal.

Cupid added slowly, "The most important thing is, you are a living person, can you get down to the underworld?"

Just listening to it, Psyche felt that there were many difficulties, and his body wobbled, as if he had stepped into the water of the River Styx.

"I'm scared." She looked at him watery, "I quit. You can clean up this mess yourself."

Mainly, this is beyond the reach of human beings.

There are still a lot of things waiting for her in the city-state, and her sister still wants her help.

If it didn't work out, she left him behind, went back to the city-state, and took back the city with her sister. It's better to be a princess down-to-earth...It's better than taking such a risk with no chance of winning.

Just as she flinched, she heard Cupid flick her chin unhurriedly, "Don't worry, Psyche, there is still a glimmer of hope."