everyone loves apollo

Unexpectedly, his neck shrank and he began to struggle. The water in his eyes immediately dissipated a lot. His big round eyes stared at him vigilantly, and said, "What are you doing? Why are you licking me?"

Hector scolded himself for being impatient, afraid that he would fall, so he could only let go of his struggle, and said lightly: "Don't get me wrong, I saw a drop of wine on the tip of your nose, and I thought it was a waste, so I took it Lick it off."

Apollo gave an "oh" without questioning.

Hector went on: "Where were we talking? You've never tasted drunk, have you? It's a pity, I must say. It's a wonderful feeling, better than anything in the world." Everything else adds up to more appeal. If you try it once, you want to do it a second time."

"Really?" Apollo dubiously said: "Dionysus is indeed often drunk, presumably this is indeed a pleasant thing. But it is an exaggeration to say that it is more beautiful than other things."

Hector immediately called Qu: "I'm not exaggerating at all, really. If I had to choose between getting drunk every day and becoming an immortal god, I would definitely choose the former, not the latter. It’s not just me, I’m afraid many people will make such a choice. If you don’t believe it, it’s because you haven’t tried it yet.”

Apollo began to hesitate: "Well, maybe you have a point, but..."

Hector took another dose of strong medicine: "It's okay, dear Delos, you don't have to force it, I know someone is watching you, you are afraid of him..."

Before the words were finished, Apollo was enraged.If he hadn't been sitting on the top of the city wall, he must have jumped up.He said: "Who is afraid of her? Her archery skills are not as good as mine, and her skills are not as good as mine. I am not only good at archery skills, but also..." At this point, he suddenly remembered that he was pretending to be an archer. The mortal immediately fell silent, paused and said, "Bring the wine, I'm going to try to get drunk today."

Hector looked at the little beast with fried hair happily, and couldn't help but lament in his heart, he was so persuasive.Even coaxing, deceiving and exercising will definitely work.

He immediately handed the wine glass to his hand, and was about to pour wine into it, but he threw the wine glass, snatched the amphora, picked it up and drank it, gulping down several gulps.

Hector yelled good, and said: "Well, this is what a real warrior would do... Hey, wait a minute, you don't need to drink too much, if you drink any more, you won't be drunk, but He fell asleep."

He snatched the wine bottle from his hand, put it aside, and asked cautiously, "How do you feel?"

After a while, the God of Light shook his head, frowned and said, "It's not beautiful at all, my head is so dizzy." The thick nasal voice was filled with grievances, and it sounded like she was acting like a baby.

Hector's heart fluttered when he heard that, he wrapped his arms around his shoulders, slowly pulled him into his arms, and coaxed him constantly: "Don't worry, I won't be dizzy soon, and I will feel very tired after a while." Amazing."

Apollo didn't resist, but leaned softly into his arms following his movements.Hector patted him on the shoulder lightly, picked up a lock of his hair with his fingertips, put it to his nose and sniffed it again and again.

"Your hair smells so fragrant, what kind of flower balm do you use?" he asked.

"...No balm." Apollo replied dazedly, his voice so soft that it seemed to be whispering.

Hector was overjoyed, as if he was completely drunk.

"Come on, tell me, who am I?"

"Hector."

"Where's my sister?"

"...Cassandra."

"Where is this place?"

"Troy."

He answered every question one by one, but he had to wait for a long time for each answer, as if he couldn't respond for a long time.

Hector took a breath and asked again: "Do you have a lover?"

"No." There seemed to be a hint of weeping in the voice.

Hector coaxed in a low voice: "Tell me, want one?"

"Think..." This time, he answered quickly and simply.

"What do you want?"

"Pretty, gentle, she won't reject me, she won't run away as soon as she sees me..." the God of Light thought while counting on his fingers.

Hector smiled, and finally asked the question that he had thought about thousands of times in his heart: "Look, can I?" When facing the sober Delos, this question was a bit difficult to ask, but when facing the confused Delo The sweetheart of the group, the eldest prince said that there was no pressure in asking.

Apollo: "..."

He didn't realize what this sentence meant at all.

Hector thought he would answer yes, but after waiting for a long time, he ignored him.

He suppressed the frustration in his heart and asked again: "Let me be your lover, can you?"

"..." The God of Light finally came to his senses, as if a trace of clarity had been injected into his chaotic mind.He raised his head slightly, looked at him in surprise, then lowered his head in thought.

It's not that I don't know that love can also arise between men - after all, Zeus once brought a beloved boy back to Mount Olympus - but I didn't expect that this thing would happen to me, and the object was Kassande Brother La, should he accept it?In fact, after a closer look, he looks pretty good, oh, and his kissing skills are also passable.However, if he accepted it, how would he explain it to the princess?Just two together... No, no, this, it seems unlikely, and besides, he is not such an unscrupulous god.

The God of Light fell into hard thinking.

Unfortunately, this trace of sobriety did not last long.Soon, he fell into a complete coma...

When he woke up, the sun was already high in the middle of the sky, and the dazzling light shone straight into the cabin, even the heavy curtains couldn't block it.The salty sea breeze blows on the face, full of the smell of the sea.

Apollo sat up in a daze. For a moment, his mind was blank and he couldn't think of anything. Then he had a headache, and his whole head seemed to be split by Hephaestus' ax ground pain.Something was wrong with the stomach too.This uncomfortable feeling is really unprecedented.

He let out a soft cry, his brows furrowed.Immediately someone came over behind him, pressing his forehead gently with warm fingers, holding a glass of honey with the other hand, and handing it to his mouth, the glass was slightly tilted, and the sweet liquid just touched his lower lip .

"Come on, drink it." Only Hector said.

Apollo didn't ask much, reached out to take the cup, and drank it down.

The honey is neither cold nor hot, warm, just right, and the sweet feeling extends from the mouth to the stomach, and it feels much more comfortable.

After drinking, he licked away the few drops of honey on the corner of his mouth, leaned his head back, and leaned against the big prince's generous chest, enjoying his massage with peace of mind, waiting for the headache to fade away.

His face was facing the direction of the sunlight, his eyelashes were plated with a layer of gold, and they drooped lazily, his eyes were half-closed, like a puppy after eating and drinking, lying in the arms of its owner accept his caresses.

The sun is warm, the sea breeze is gentle, the water surface is calm, and the lover is close at the fingertips.

Hector smiled slightly, and a feeling of happiness overflowed in his heart.It would be nice if we could keep sailing like this.

"Eldest Prince, where are we going?" It was the God of Light who broke the peace. After his headache eased, he quickly remembered this question.

Hector straightened his sideburns and said, "Don't you want to fight sea monsters?"

My dear, as long as it is what you want to do, I will accompany you.

The God of Light cheered, looked around the cabin, and suddenly remembered a question: "Why are there only two of us? The others... Hey, Your Highness, what happened to your eyes?" He turned his head and saw Heck There was a large bruise in the corner of Thor's eye, as if he had been punched hard by someone, completely destroying his handsome appearance.

Out of curiosity, the God of Light pressed it lightly with his index finger, um, it's real, not a painting.Strange, he is the prince of Troy. He is not only distinguished, but also good at martial arts. He is the only one who beats others. Who dares to beat him?

Hector bared in pain, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and asked, "What's wrong with my eyes? Don't you know?"

Apollo looked blank: "Why would I know?"

Hector scrutinized his expression carefully, every muscle and every look did not seem to be pretended.

He was suddenly happy and worried, and asked tentatively, "Then...how much do you remember about last night?"

Apollo tilted his head and said while thinking: "Last night? I was in the room, weaving a wreath with laurel branches—oh, I found this branch with great difficulty. There are not many laurel trees in the entire palace..."

Hector gritted his teeth and interrupted him: "And then? Who came in."

"You," the God of Light continued, "by the way, you still have...a big bottle of wine. Oh, by the way, that wine was made by Dionysus, I'll know it when I smell it .And then...somehow, I got to the city wall, where we should have had a drink. I usually drink up to two glasses at a time-definitely not because of my poor drinking capacity, but because of my Sister's control, she likes to control this and that..."

"How many drinks did you have afterwards?" Hector interrupted him again.He didn't want to, but he really wanted to quickly find out what happened last night, how much he still remembered.

Apollo has a good temper and doesn't show any displeasure.He frowned and thought hard for a long time before shaking his head and saying, "I don't remember."

"Really?" Hector said, "I don't remember how many drinks, but what happened after the drinks? What did we do?"

The God of Light fell into memory again.This time, it took him longer, and he kept ruffling his hair in agony, messing up the curly blond locks.

However, after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't remember what happened afterwards, not even a single fragment, as if the entire memory had been deleted from his mind.In the end, Apollo could only reply dejectedly: "I can't remember either."

Hector's inner feelings were very complicated, and he struggled for a long time. Finally, he just said, "Forget it if you don't remember it." Then he stretched out his hand and smoothed out his hair one by one.

"Why don't you tell me?" Apollo refused to let it go.