After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

For a moment, Psyche seemed to be frozen, and the top of his skull seemed to explode.

She was so focused on dealing with this group of people that she forgot that she was still in the "game".

Psyche turned his head dully, and saw him standing at the place where the moonlight divides black and white, which made his skin not as white as human beings.

He looked at her in a panic, and lowered his body slightly, "It's just for fun, why did you make yourself like this?"

Tears welled up in Psyche's eyes.

Seeing him in a crisis at this moment is like seeing a long-lost friend, and all the previous suspicion and hostility have disappeared.

At least he won't kill her...

For a moment, Psyche regretted the deceit just now.

But it's too late to say more now.

Her little finger struggled to pull the folds of his hanging clothes, and pleaded in a trembling voice, "Help me."

He raised his eyes and glanced not far away.

"Did you say that?" He sneered, and raised her chin with slightly cooler fingers, "My dear, it seems that you caused the trouble yourself?"

Psyche became more and more embarrassed.

She knew that she had done something stupid again, like a thief who stole a chicken but failed to repay a handful of rice.

How ironic that the person she trusted wanted to kill her, and the monster she was trying to escape turned out to be her saviour?

Psyche's mind was confused for a moment... In fact, she still didn't want to believe that Aldous, the hero she trusted and admired the most, would send someone to kill her.

But the facts are in front of us again.

She doesn't have the insight to see the future and the past, how can she see the truth?

Psyche was exhausted.

Under the accumulation of all kinds of decadent emotions, she lost strength for a moment and fell into his arms.

At any time, his embrace is a wall that can bear gravity, just like his wings, always so strong and powerful... Whether it is a monster or not, she doesn't care.

Cupid looked at the girl in his arms, her cheeks were covered with a faint bruise, and the poison of the poisonous sting just now had penetrated into the blood.

He frowned calmly.

Yang rubbed the back of her head with his hands, buried her weeping face deep in his arms, and comforted her with the lightest movements.

"there!"

The three gladiators heard the movement here, and came here with shields and long swords.

Cupid's brows and eyes were caught in thick shadows, and the cold and hard outline was devoid of any emotion.

He cast his eyes on those people.

He is not a god who loves to kill, he is a god who is in charge of beauty.

He loves art, love and romance, and he doesn't like such fighting.

But that doesn't mean he can't kill.

Compared with the gods above the clouds, the mortals made of clay are nothing more than the bodies of mere ants.

Reduce them to dust without breaking a sweat.

In an instant, those people had turned into stone statues.

Psyche was hugged by the man, but he couldn't see what happened outside.

She just heard those people screaming and screaming, and then there was silence in her ears.

The poison in her legs spread quickly, as if she had been poured with heavy lead, and she couldn't feel any pain in the nerves.

It seems that the mind is not so clear...

Just when she was in a daze, she heard Aldous's cry again in a trance.

The voice was high-pitched and loud, "Psyche!"

Psyche's eyes were cloudy, and he didn't know who to trust.

She was only held by another pair of gentle hands around her waist.

The man leaned over and put his lips next to her ears, his reserved voice enveloping her like a soft net.

"Don't be afraid, honey, let's go home."

Psyche didn't know how long he slept.

She just felt that she was put on a bed of rosin, and the day was night, and night was night.

She woke up several times during the period, but couldn't figure out what time it was.

Drowsy, she dreamed of Chloe's vicious face for a while, and the vague figure of Aldous for a while.

She is in these scenes, but she is like a transparent person. Others can't see her, and she can't touch others. She can only watch everything happen.

The root of all these nightmares always stands a man with silver wings.

He was standing by the window, very close to the light, about to turn his head...

Psyche opened his eyes suddenly.

It was dark before his eyes.

The hair on his forehead was wrapped in a thin layer of sweat, sticking stickily to both sides of his cheeks.

She struggled to move, but found that her legs couldn't move, and they were covered with raindrops of fine needles, which penetrated more than an inch into her skin.

"woke up?"

A gentle male voice came from beside him suddenly, "You have been poisoned by the poisonous thorns, the only way to get rid of the poison, bear with it for a while."

He took a soft handkerchief and gently wiped the fine sweat from her forehead.

Psyche felt a moist chill, and his shoulders trembled involuntarily.

She still remembers what happened before she fainted.

A burst of sadness hit my heart.

The man sat sideways beside her, as if he didn't have any weight, and the soft bed didn't sink in.

"...Why, are you unhappy that you were not allowed to go back to reunite with your family?"

Psyche tilted his head listlessly.

In the darkness, she could only vaguely see the sharp-edged mandible, forming a graceful arc in the dim light.

"Is it night now?"

He noticed her wandering eyes, and explained lightly, "In order to stay and take care of you, I temporarily covered the windows."

Psyche let out a lazy oh, looking indifferent.

In fact, the spiritual pillar that had been supporting her in her heart collapsed overnight.

The two were silent for a moment.

After a while, he brought her cold face close to his forehead.

"Honey, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Psyche looked at him with bright eyes—even though she could only see a faint shadow.

He was a monster and she was sacrificed to him.

I thought he was the one who hurt her and ate her with ill intentions, but now, he has become the one who protects her.

The tip of her nose was sore.

This kind of emotion is not for him alone, it is a mixture of various emotions, which made her feel it.

She couldn't say words that were too nasty.

"Thank you." She muffled, "No matter what, thank you for saving me."

He hummed for a long time.

"Those people are your family?"

Psyche's tongue froze.This question made her very sad.

"I don't know," she said dejectedly.

At that time in the woods, she couldn't think clearly, and now that she fell into a drowsy sleep, she became even more confused.

But no matter what, she didn't see Aldos in person, and some things were hard to say.

Now it is not certain that Aldous has really betrayed her... unless she saw it with her own eyes, he pointed a knife at her.

He indifferently held the needle between his fingers and wiped it slowly, "Why do your family want to kill you?"

"I think they might be Chloe's people... or other enemies..."

Psyche forced himself to suppress a smile, and wiped away his tears, "A king is loved by some and hated by others. Father and mother have offended many people before."

"I see. My dear, can I ask you a question?" He carelessly rubbed her temples. "Who is Aldous?"

Psyche bared his teeth.

Well, why did he suddenly expose her scar?

Psyche was a little frustrated, and suppressed the fluctuation in his heart, "An insignificant person...that's all."

"It doesn't matter." The man said calmly, "but you called it several times in your dream."

Psyche gasped.

He let out a sneer in his throat, "To be honest, I'm a little jealous."

She always treated him as a stranger to guard against, but she babbled another man's name in her dream.

Is he not treating her well enough?

Her husband, isn't he.

The airflow of his words landed on her forehead, slapping her gently.

He trusted her so much, but she still had to collude with those humans in the woods to leave him.

He hid her here against his mother Aphrodite's order, because they were different from each other, so he could only use the identity of the monster Lu Junke to stay with her at night and stay with her.

He didn't want to use a golden arrow to hastily end their relationship, but after spending so much time together, he found that her heart didn't seem to have changed at all.

Even still thinking about the other man.

As the god of love, not getting love is tantamount to depriving him of his title.

He used to tease others freely, and he has never been so embarrassed as he is now.

For the first time, a cold light appeared in Cupid's eyes.

It is wronged, innocent, exuding divinity.

Psyche also knew that this matter was somewhat wrong.

For the first time, she felt that there was no distinction between good and evil.

But she couldn't tell who was good and who was evil.

She could feel the vague anger of those around her.

But even under the rage, his tone was still gentle, as if he was afraid of scaring her, without any heaviness.

"I……"

She couldn't help but look at him.

The windows were covered with black cloth, and only a little sunlight came in.

This light vaguely reflected the golden light in his pupils... Soft and elegant, like the halo of pearls in a lake.

She tried her best to calm down her messy heart, and took the initiative to hold his arm.

She said coquettishly, "I was wrong." After a pause, she added, "I won't lie to you again in the future."

He squinted at her from the corner of his eyes, and his tone was the same as when he hummed a lullaby to her, "Really?"

Psyche said reverently, "Well, really."

it is true.

Because after getting along with her these days, she found that it was pointless to lie to him.

And he doesn't seem to be a heinous, murderous and terrible monster.

Maybe she should let go of her grievances earlier and bring out what she thinks in her heart.

... But she didn't even know his last name, so she didn't dare to trust him blindly.

The man half-pressed her shoulders, held the back of her head, and smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, "Psyche, you are my bride, don't look at other human beings again, okay?"

Psyche tilted her head halfway, bearing his tender touch.

There was a little danger in his tenderness.

If you don't listen to his gentle voice, just rely on the temperature of his hands... It's like a sharp knife covered with frost, pressing tightly against her throat.

For a moment, she could only say with a red nose, sobbing, "Yeah."