After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

Apollo sat limply on the ground, raised his head, his blue eyes were greedily focused on Daphne, and his eyes were full of admiration.

He opened and closed his lips, and simply said "lose, lose", but there were thousands of words behind it that were not spoken.

No matter how dull Daphne was, she still felt the heat of the other party's eyes.She was in a trance, and couldn't help thinking, did she really know this person before?

It wasn't the first time she had felt this way.

Daphne looked at the man in front of her suspiciously, and felt that he seemed upright, saying that he was a thief who sneaked into the house at night to steal chickens and dogs, which really underestimated him; it might be said that he was a heinous villain, but it would not be so.

She thought, she couldn't figure out this person, and she couldn't hand it over to her father - her father had a hot temper, hated evil, and behaved too recklessly, it wouldn't be good if he really beat this person to death.

Leave it to the patriarch. The patriarch is an old man with rich experience, and he will definitely be able to handle this matter properly.

However, the sky is not bright yet, so we can't let this strange man stay in his room all the time, can we?

Daphne picked up Apollo's skirt, "Get up, follow me to the warehouse."

Apollo was obsessed with his previous memories with her, he shook his head shyly, "No."

He is not going.

There was a foul smell there, not to mention that his time was limited, so he couldn't grind by himself in the cold warehouse.

Daphne snorted, and her arrogant temper came up again, "It's not up to you."

As he said, he wanted to catch Apollo again.

Knowing that she was strong and precise, Apollo twisted his body and quickly dodged, the soft rope under his feet tripped them both.

Daphne's heart was unstable, and she almost fell on Apollo in a daze.

But on the one hand, she was unwilling to have frivolous contact with strange men, and on the other hand, she had strength in her hands, so she used her arms to support her falling forcefully.

The two faced each other at close range, their noses touched, their eyes intertwined, and their breaths were intertwined.

Apollo's pupils dilated instantly.

A certain feeling in his heart broke the embankment almost irresistibly, but his reason told him that no matter how close she was to him, he had to control himself and not have any obscene thoughts.

He stretched out his arms, but he couldn't hug her.

Daphne was also stunned for a while, maybe she was frightened by the sudden contact, her limbs became stiff even though she was usually sensitive, and she didn't avoid it as if avoiding a poisonous snake.

The atmosphere is well set off, and the air has a hint or two of imperceptible warmth.

Apollo pursed his lips, and was about to give full play to his talent, and recited a line or two of affectionate poetry to meet the situation... Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his temple, followed by a sharp pain like a needle prick.

This severe pain is so intense, with the temple as the outbreak point, but the source is deep in the heart.Apollo vaguely felt that the source of the pain was the wound he had received from the golden arrow.

Cupid's reminder came again, "Time is running out, Apollo, it's time to say goodbye."

Apollo held his breath in his chest.

The time is up now?

No, it was too fast, he obviously didn't do anything, and he didn't even say a single important word to Daphne.

Cupid urged aggrievedly again, "Hey, you can't break your promise. How can you keep your word for what you promised yourself?"

Apollo sighed, bit his lower lip, suddenly feeling uninspired.He also knew that as the sun god, he had responsibilities and he couldn't stay in this illusion for a long time.

However, he had just met Daphne, and now that he was asked to withdraw immediately, he was heartbroken, a thousand times reluctant, ten thousand times reluctant.

He broke up with Cupid for a few more words, and suddenly his cheeks felt cold, and Daphne's icy and greasy palm patted his face lightly.

"What's wrong with you? You, what are you talking to yourself?"

Apollo was startled suddenly, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Daphne dubiously looked at the strange man in front of her. She accidentally fell down with him just now. She thought he was playing tricks and was extremely annoyed. Later, she saw that his heart hurt suddenly. .

She was about to speak a few words of concern, but the man started talking to himself again, which was really confusing.

Apollo rolled his eyes slightly, as if he had made up his mind within a short while.

He gently held Daphne's wrist, and softened his tone, "Well, can I leave early in the morning?"

Daphne blinked.

This man talked like a hammer and a stick, and suddenly begged himself like this, he must be delaying time, I don't know what the hell he was thinking.

She coughed and was about to say some reasons to refuse, but the man in front of her interrupted her first.

"I'm really not a thief, but... I'm not an ordinary person either. As soon as the morning comes, I will automatically disappear."

Apollo's tone was solemn, and he put away any jokes and witty words. His voice was faint and soft like a veil, like an excuse to himself, and also like the most sincere plea to Daphne.

Of course, she is the master, he doesn't want to be thrown into the warehouse, and the only way is to beg her for mercy.

Daphne was entangled in his gaze for a moment, trembling all over, but still reluctant.

Although this man is very beautiful and has a very touching expression, but the attribute of nymphomaniac is very, very rare, almost none in her.

Apollo tugged at her sleeves, and further backed down and said, "If you can't trust me, you can just wrap the rope around me, so that you are always absolutely safe, right? I didn't lie to you, at dawn, I will will disappear."

He paused, his throat was swollen, and he lowered his head sadly, and it flowed lightly from between his teeth, "From now on...never, never disturb your life again."

Daphne frowned.

A trace of sourness flooded my heart.

baffling.

Driven by some strange force, she unexpectedly lost her sense of reason and replied, "Okay."

As soon as these two words were uttered, I immediately regretted it, and asked, "Well... what ability do you have, can you just disappear in the early morning?"

Apollo's mouthpiece froze, but it was hard to explain to her.

Can't he tell her bluntly that he is Apollo, and he deliberately broke into her dream just to see her?

No, no, never say that.

She must be angry.

Seeing that he hesitated and couldn't answer, Daphne seemed embarrassed, so she didn't continue to ask.

She wasn't that interested in his background at all, and this person's speech was always upside down, even if he told the story in detail at this moment, it might not be true.

While speaking, she had adjusted her posture, straightened her skirt, and stood beside Apollo again.

Apollo felt that his tongue was extremely dry, and now Daphne was in front of him, and he was unwilling to say something, but it was inappropriate to say it.

There was not much time left, and he really wanted to tell her all his affection.But thinking about it, I feel depressed again.

He was about to leave this dream, no matter whether she agreed or not, it was futile.

The real her has already turned into a tree, which cannot be recovered no matter what.

He is like a beggar who is daydreaming. Even if the dream is about crossing the sea and land, commanding the army, having delicious food and wine, flowers and whistles, no matter how grand it is, it is still a dream. After waking up from the dream, he is still the beggar. Son.

Daphne here has long lost sleepiness after being tormented like this.

She originally wanted to lock the man in front of her in the warehouse and hand it over to the patriarch tomorrow morning, but now it seems that the situation has changed.

She thought it was too embarrassing to look at this man, so she lit up the bean-sized oil lamp a little more, then wandered around the room, keeping an eye out for the man on the ground.

Seeing that he was hesitant to speak all the time, as if he had something very important to say, his lips were covered with skin, and he couldn't help feeling a little pity in his heart, and poured him a cup of saliva.

"Drink."

Apollo stared at her in astonishment.

Daphne was not happy, and she was about to retract her wrist, "I can't drink anymore."

Apollo is naturally not thirsty, but since the glass of water was sent by Daphne, his mouth suddenly burned like fire, and he was thirsty even if he was not thirsty.

He suppressed the sweetness that was emerging, and took the glass of water in one fell swoop, almost covering his tongue, and gulped it directly into his throat.

Daphne saw it, and couldn't help being speechless: This person... Maybe he hasn't drunk water?

"Drink slowly."

She couldn't bear it, "How long has it been since you drank water?"

She had never seen anyone who drank water so ferociously.

Of course, Apollo drank water; he also drank wine.

But it was the first time in my life that water was delivered from the hands of my beloved, and I didn't even dare to think about it before.

"I haven't." He said sincerely with soft waves in his eyes.

……

Time passed far faster than expected. Apollo wanted to delay until dawn before retreating. Unexpectedly, the warm glow in the sky soon became brighter and turned fish-bellied.

—It will be dawn soon.

Daphne stayed up half the night.She mopped her cheeks with her hands back, and looked at Apollo curiously, wanting to see how he disappeared.

Seeing her curious look, Apollo felt only annoyed.

He originally thought that she would agree to his request because she had some nostalgia for him, to keep him and give him water... Unexpectedly, in the end, it was all joy in vain.

The two stalemate for a while.

Daphne casually reminded, "It's almost dawn, when are you leaving? My dad is getting up soon."

Hearing her urging him like this, Apollo felt even more frustrated, but for a moment he couldn't think of any good reason to refute, so he could only say dejectedly, "Okay."

It's time for him to go.

If you don't leave, Cupid will come to kill you again.

Apollo stood up slowly, and smiled wryly at Daphne, "How about... let's go to the woods? The space here is limited, and I can't use it."

Daphne was full of doubts.

In fact, Apollo just thought that the forest with fallen flowers was the first place they met this time, and it would make people feel better if they started there and ended there.

Daphne did not refuse him, so the two rode to the forest together again.

Although the sky was already bright at this moment, the forest was blocked by tall branches and leaves, and the sight was still dim.

Apollo could only hang around for a long time in a place where the sky was leaking, but Daphne didn't even intend to keep him.

In fact, he thought that as long as she said a word, even if she revealed a little bit of meaning to stay, he would ignore everything, leave everything behind, and the world would be destroyed, and he would stay and be with her.

Too bad she didn't.

Apollo smiled wryly. She might really not like men, nor did she like getting married.

However, to be able to spend this short time with her, he was already content in his heart.It is also a kind of love not to bother when you can't be happy with each other.

The moment before he left, he was suddenly stopped by Daphne again.

"Hey, weirdo, you haven't told me what your name is."

Apollo moved slightly and turned around.

The fallen flowers all over the sky, mixed with some invisible affection, cover people's eyes.

Apollo smiled sadly, and the chronic diseases that blocked the atrium were instantly relieved.

His body has gradually disappeared, as if he has never been here, and it seems that he has been here.

"Apollo," he said, "I am Apollo."