She received the gift of God [Greek mythology]

Obviously it wasn't the first time he leaned on Hermes' chest, but it never happened like this.Pandora was suddenly exhausted, she buried her face in the angel's neck, like a bird returning to its nest, retracting under its wings.

She can still feel that the body that is attached to her is completely different from hers.His skin is as soft and warm as hers, but when she closes her eyes, she will mistakenly think that the pillow is a smooth stone statue.What caused the trouble was not only the cold breath that could not be completely concealed, but also a distant fragrance on the body of the god.

But that's fine.

Is it because Hermes' arms were the first to protect her after gaining spiritual wisdom?He brings peace, and a little nostalgia for ignorance.Just a little.She has no regrets.

Drowsy, she vaguely felt Hermes kiss her hair.He seems to enjoy doing that.

"I won't scare you on purpose again." Hermes relaxed his arms slightly, leaving enough space to meet her eyes, his tone was soft, but there was a kind of oppressive force ready to go, "but when you need help , you have to ask me for help."

The pulp of his thumb traced her lips carefully.

"I am as jealous as my fellow-citizens, and cannot tolerate neglect and ingratitude. And of all the gods, I have blessed you the most and named you. Therefore, Pandora, your most reverent prayers and calls for help must be Give it to me first. That’s what I deserve.” He slightly elongated the ending, making the originally serious warning sound like a whisper between lovers, “When you are in danger, when fear entangles you, call my name .”

Pandora seemed to be sucked in by his words, her lips were slightly parted, and her wide-open eyes were a little lax.

"Whether I want to answer your prayer or not is up to me." Hermes laughed and pressed her lips against her lips with the majesty of the oracle.

Hermes' attitude was so natural, as if anyone would do it in this situation, so that she didn't realize what he had done until he separated.

Pandora's cheeks became as red as her eyes.

The hateful and sweet commotion tickled him so hard that Hermes could barely hold back and wanted to kiss her blush.

She knows how to be shy and emotional, and Aphrodite's second gift has sprouted.

But you can wait a little longer.He is different from some gods who are quick-tempered and therefore appear rough.thought Hermes.He is patient and knows that a moderate wait will make the ripe fruit sweeter.

Hermes seemed to have forgotten to resist the power of the golden arrow, and was just thinking about how to make Pandora show this kind of expression only to him.He knew that the arrow wound on his body and the gift from the Goddess of Beauty conspired to disturb his sanity.Pandora may not be conscious.It must be the same for Faol, who became a prisoner trapped by Pandora's gaze in an instant.

The talent of charm had limited influence on him, but Hermes still gave a contradictory promise: "As long as you call me, no matter where you are on the dark land, I will come."

Pandora's eyes flickered before he could speak.

"If I can't make a sound, how should I call you?" She had been silent since just now, and finally she spoke, thinking about this kind of thing rigorously.

Hermes took her hand and drew a figure in the air.The overlapping fingertips sprinkled light shavings like stardust, outlining two snakes entwined and facing each other, with a short vertical line at the bottom - the golden rod of the messenger of the gods, exclusive to Hermes of Arcadia occult symbols.

"If you lose your voice, just draw this symbol, and I can sense you."

Pandora painted it on the rocky ground beside her.

Hermes agreed: "I feel it."

His suspicious disciple seemed to be completely relieved at last, and smiled at him.

Pandora's eyes are still red, and her smiling face is even more breathtaking.Hermes stared at her speechlessly, until her eyes wandered, and then let her go and asked, "Are you thirsty? You haven't had a chance to eat tonight."

He is very clear about Pandora's movements.

Just now, she didn't have the time to think about these things at all, but when Hermes asked her, she felt her throat was so thirsty: "I want to drink some water, can I?"

Hermes took her up and led her back to the temple.

Once again stepping onto the long corridor that she walked through in the dark, the scene before Pandora's eyes became completely different.

The flickering oil lamps on the walls illuminated the long and narrow doorway, and there were decorative reliefs embellished with lacquer, gemstones and gold leaf.

Pandora quickly noticed that there was a small indoor fountain on the side of the wall in front of her.The water outlet was carved in the shape of a shepherd dog's head. The open animal mouth was originally dry, but as she moved her gaze, a clear spring suddenly spit out, and the water flowed straight down into the oval-shaped cistern below.

The shape of the dog mouth spout becomes more and more familiar.It was this guy who bit her in the dark.

Pandora couldn't help but stare at Hermes.

His eyes flickered, he turned the back of his hand, took out a shallow mug and handed it over: "Drink some water first."

The sweet spring water rolled down her throat, Pandora let out a comfortable sigh, and looked around more carefully.

The walls depict various deeds related to the temple owner.The only thing she could easily make out was the scroll near the end of the corridor: Hermes playing the panpipe and beheading the hundred-eyed giant.

She suddenly realized that Hermes hardly taught her his own deeds, and the oak leaves he picked did not have a story about him as the protagonist, and Faol told her the process of hunting Argos.

"Don't want to take a look inside the hall?" Seeing her stop and stare at the relief, Hermes raised his eyebrows.

"I've never seen you with a sword." The villain on the screen is holding a golden dagger.

"It doesn't have many chances to appear on the stage, and I don't get fun from fighting." Hermes responded lightly, as if to take her away from the relief, took her hand and stepped into the temple hall, "But correspondingly, mortals are not very afraid of me, so the number of temples dedicated to me is not large, and the scale is not large."

Indeed, as he said, this temple seems to be much smaller than that of Artemis.

"I'm on the road most of the time, and the size of the temple doesn't make much difference to me." Hermes glanced at Pandora, and in order not to let him be inferior to other gods in her eyes, he added, "But , Travelers walking on the road, and people doing business in the city-state will offer sacrifices to the stone pillar dedicated to me in front of the roadside house every day."

But what Hermes said was not big, in Pandora's eyes, it was already spacious enough.At least it is more splendid and magnificent than the shrine on the hill, not to mention the ordinary village house and her small stone house.

She couldn't help but wonder why Hermes built another temple since there was a temple in Ilysion that could be used as a residence.No... is it for the convenience of looking after her?She lowered her head, hiding the corners of her lips.

Hermes led her into another room, where there was a small table in front of the long sofa, and a huge crystal bowl filled with fresh fruit and cheese.

"If you want hot food—"

"It's enough to have these."

The fruits in the fruit plate are all her favorite types.

Hermes sat casually at one end of the couch, signaling her not to be restrained.He didn't do anything, but the light and pleasant music suddenly sounded.

"If you don't mind, I need a drink."

Before he finished speaking, the wine vessel on the small table on the other side floated up out of thin air, and the spring water and golden wine syrup were poured into the mixing jar respectively, and a strange aroma was released, which seemed familiar.Afterwards, the brewed wine poured into the shallow cup by itself.

It was the first time that Pandora saw this kind of miraculous little trick, she just took a bite of the plum in her hand and stared at it intently.

Hermes smiled at her, picked up the wine cup, and shook it in his hand.The aroma of the golden wine became stronger.Pandora suspected that she saw flickering broken lights in the cup.

"Immortal delicacies and secret wine." He said softly.

Then she remembered that the distant aroma on his body was very similar to the smell of this wine.

"You are not here today because Hebe brought you fairy food and secret wine?"

Hermes was a little surprised: "Where did you find out this news?"

"Fao told me that Hera's daughter came here to meet you. But a few days ago, you rarely left the shrine."

His expression became softer again, and his tone was slightly annoyed: "You noticed." He drank the wine that kept the gods forever youthful and vigorous, and slowly explained to her: "Ilysion's water and soil are special, if there is no fairy food secret wine, In a few days, I can only stay in this temple and cannot go out easily."

Pandora lowered her eyelashes, fearing that the small movements of her eyebrows would reveal her relief.

She remembered the sudden kiss just now.It's completely different from the dream.Hermes didn't give any explanation, it was more like a prank on the spur of the moment.Now he was so considerate to her again, almost making her think he was trying to curry favor with her.But he has been nice to her.She couldn't help suspecting that she was being sentimental and saw the reflection of her thoughts in him.

With her soft thoughts twisting and turning, Pandora took a bite of the plum, the ripe fruit was intoxicatingly sweet, and the juice was dripping all over her hands, even dripping into her fingers.She remembered Faol's pupils suddenly dilated as she licked off the grape juice.Just a thought, she sucked gently with her fingertips in her mouth, the tip of her tongue rolled the meat flakes mixed in the plum juice into her lips and ate it.

She couldn't confirm Hermes' expression, her eyelashes drooped and trembled, but she knew he was looking at her.

The wine glass was put down.

When Hermes approached, she almost trembled.But a copper basin filled with water floated into the field of vision.

"Wash it up," he said.After she took the cleaned fingers out of the water, he wiped her hands with a soft linen cloth, pinching the palms of her knuckles and the back of her hands gently through the fabric.

She gasped slightly, pursing her lips.

He stopped, and slowly let go of her.

Pandora finally couldn't help raising her eyes.

"You are tired, you should rest." The green color in Hermes' eyes was thicker than before, and it was the first time that she noticed a circle of dark gold around the edges of his pupils, shining brightly.If he hadn't moved his gaze first, she seemed to be trapped by this golden ring in the emerald green.He looked over her shoulder and behind the curtain. "There are beds inside."

She supported the edge of the couch and slid down, and got behind the curtain as if fleeing.

Not caring about looking at the furnishings, Pandora buried her head in the soft fur spread out on the bed, gasping for breath.

Her ears were buzzing, and it took her a long time to realize that the music outside had stopped.She turned over to look, the light outside the curtain was still on, a bit dimmer than before.After a while, there will be a light sound of wine being poured and vessels colliding.

She was really tired and slowly closed her eyes.

It seemed like a long time had passed, maybe only a moment, when Pandora woke up and found that she was on the long couch outside again, her fingers were covered with plum juice.She subconsciously moved it to her lips, but someone stopped her and stretched out her hand to wipe away the sticky touch of her fingertips instead of her.

She curled her knees towards her chest unaccustomed, and the other party smiled lowly, let go of her, but leaned over again, supporting the couch with one hand, and a shallow wine glass in the other.The golden liquid swayed and glowed inside.

"Want to taste it? It's a pity that I can't pour it for you. It's against the rules." The guy who spoke seemed to tease her deliberately. After finishing his sentence, he took a sip by himself, but he didn't swallow it.

The black hair swayed in her field of vision and brushed against the bridge of her nose.

Her lips parted naturally, and the golden light entered her mouth and slid across her tongue, but more spread out.

"Bad girl, what a waste." The smiling voice followed the drops of fairy food wine, rolled down the corners of the lips and neck, and trickled into the hemp gauze collar.