everyone loves apollo

The boy grabbed a vine next to it and pulled it down hard. The floor in front of the two of them began to sink, gradually revealing a large hole, and a marble-paved staircase leading straight down.With the opening of the hole, candles lit up one after another on the walls on both sides of the passage, illuminating the entire staircase extremely brightly.

The boy tilted his head, said, "Let's go," and walked down the stairs first.Apollo followed closely behind.

The stairs were very long, and they walked for a long time before they came to the end.

As soon as he reached the bottom, Apollo couldn't help feeling: Dionysus was too hardworking. Even with such a large wine cellar, it would take a long time to dig even with divine power.In comparison, his ready-made Temple of Light is really ordinary.

However, what surprised him even more was what was displayed in the wine cellar.

On both sides of the narrow passage, there are wooden wine racks, with no end in sight, each is wide and high, all the way to the top of the wine cellar, much taller than the height of an adult.And on each wooden shelf, there are all kinds of wine utensils, not just amphora, but almost all imaginable utensils are used, including clay pots, porcelain, glass bottles, gold jars... There are even wooden drinking utensils, which is really eye-opening

However, although there are many wine utensils, the aroma of the wine is not as strong as the one outside, presumably because it is well sealed.

He was only focused on admiring the containers on both sides, and for a moment, he forgot about the existence of the boy, and he remained silent until he turned a few corners and came to the innermost part of the wine cellar.

There is only one shelf here, which is more delicate in terms of shape, with exquisite vine patterns carved on it.

The entire shelf has only three floors, and each floor is sparsely placed with a dozen crystal bottles filled with liquids of different colors, which shone with mysterious and beautiful luster under the candlelight.

The young man stopped in front of the wooden frame, and said, "God of Light, you can choose here. These wines are the best, and they can only be enjoyed by the Dionysus. Woolen cloth."

"Really?" Apollo was taken aback, and then he was overjoyed. He didn't expect the boy to be so generous. Does this mean that he is a little different in his mind?

But he suddenly remembered another thing.

"Since Dionysus kept it for himself, if you drink it for me, won't he punish you when he comes back?"

The young man shook his head with a smile, and said, "Don't worry, he won't. Just pick and choose. Oh, by the way, the amethyst bottle on the far left contains his favorite wine. If you If you don’t want it, don’t pick that bottle.”

Apollo nodded, feeling sweet in his heart.

His eyes quickly scanned the shelf, and he moved closer to smell each bottle, carefully identified it, and found a fiery red crystal bottle. The wine smell is the weakest, so it should be the least likely to get drunk, right?

"This is the bottle," he said. "It smells good in it."

"Are you sure?" the boy asked, and then muttered in a low voice, "You picked this yourself, so you can't blame me."

"What?" Apollo asked, failing to catch his last words.

"Oh, it's nothing." The young man smiled sweetly, "I just said that you have a good eye. This is a wine made from the best red grapes. Even Dionysus is reluctant to drink it."

Apollo smiled happily, feeling that he had finally shown his face in front of his sweetheart.

The boy took the wine bottle off the shelf, and together with Apollo, they left the wine cellar again.

As soon as the two stepped on the ground, the big hole behind them closed automatically, and soon became exactly the same as before, and there was no trace of the wine cellar at all.

"So," the young man asked, "God of Light, do you want to bring the wine back to your own temple? Or just drink it here?"

"Of course it is here." Apollo replied without thinking.

I can't take you with me back to the Temple of Light, so what's the point of going back alone.

In order to cover up his intentions, he added another sentence: "The Temple of Dionysus is much more beautiful than mine. I especially like that grape trellis, and the fruity smell in the air." He pointed to the place not far away as he spoke. .

The young man nodded and led him to sit under the grape arbor. He took out a red crystal cup out of nowhere, put it in front of Apollo, and began to pour the wine.

"Don't you want to drink?" The God of Light wondered when he saw that he only took one cup.

"No," the young man said with a slight smile, "I don't drink well, and I get drunk when I drink."

"Alright then." Apollo didn't force others, looking at the liquid in the cup, it was ruby-like in color, so clear without any impurities.Bursts of fragrance emanated from the cup, so he couldn't help but pick up the cup and drink it down.

The taste is sweet, with a little sour taste, almost no spicy feeling. It is much weaker than Troy's wine, and it seems that he will not get drunk, the God of Light thought with satisfaction.

Good wine, beautiful people, beautiful scenery, everything is there, and everything is exactly as he thought.

The two chatted one after another, and the atmosphere became much better. Even the casual eye contact was full of sweetness.Apollo only felt that the young man looked more and more beautiful, and there seemed to be an indescribable affection between his eyebrows and eyes.

This is the courtyard in the Temple of Dionysus, where the sun can shine directly in.

The shadow of the grape trellis blocks most of the harsh and scorching light outside, only tens of thousands of light spots leak from the gaps in the leaves, but after a long time, it also makes people feel hot on the body.

Apollo feels that way now.He had just drank the wine for a while, and he felt a hot air rising from his lower abdomen, and he always felt a little restless.

He licked his lips, a little dry, so he gulped down a few more glasses of wine.The wine was mellow and refreshing, but it couldn't alleviate the heat on his body at all, and even his back was sweating a little.The white robe clung tightly to it.

This is a feeling that I have never experienced before.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but I always feel that the eyes of the boy sitting opposite are a little brighter. They were originally two black pearls with a soft luster, but now they look like two sparkling black crystals. up.

"God of Light, are you hot?" the young man asked softly, "Do you want to take off your robe?"

Apollo wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands—his face had already turned red, and his white cheeks seemed to be burning—shaking his head, he said, “No need, maybe the sun here is too big. It will be fine in a while."

The truth is, he's still too embarrassed to be naked in front of a stranger.In this regard, he is indeed very different from other gods.The male gods on Mount Olympus generally don't mind showing others their fit bodies, especially Ares, the god of war, who has exposed his upper body for many years-he seems to be telling others how strong he is in this way.

Apollo didn't want to, and the boy didn't force it. He just continued to say, "Your face is sweating a lot. Come, let me wipe it off for you."

He was originally sitting on the other side of the table, but this time he got up and walked over to Apollo's side, standing very close to him, with almost no distance between him.

The young man bent down, and lightly brushed the forehead of the God of Light with his milky white fingers, wiping off a few crystal beads of sweat.

For some reason, Apollo felt extremely embarrassed, maybe it was because they were too close, or maybe this gesture of wiping sweat was too intimate, especially for two strangers who had just met.

"No...no need. I'll do it myself." Apollo said intermittently, feeling a little short of breath.

There was a slight smile in the boy's eyes, and the fingertips did not retract. They paused for a while on the corner of his forehead, and then moved all the way down his cheeks, his movements were as gentle as touching the dewdrops on the petals of roses in the morning.His fingertips were slightly cool, and it was very comfortable when they touched the red skin that was about to burn.

Apollo couldn't help leaning over, but then realized that his behavior was inappropriate, and quickly stepped back a little, sitting upright, but his eyes accidentally saw the boy's neck.

His robe was loosely worn on his body, and as he moved, the collar had long been loosened. Along the slender and clear neck, a large white chest could be seen.The skin looks good... No, what am I doing, I can't be in such a hurry, it will scare people away.

Apollo pinched his thigh hard, and warned himself to be calm and calm again. This time, he must take his time, and don't act too hastily. Like the previous few times, he watched the fruits of love grow on the branches, but he didn't. What a taste.

"What's the matter?" The boy looked at him and pinched himself, and asked suspiciously, his black eyes fixed on him.

"Oh, no, it's nothing." Apollo didn't expect such a hidden action to be discovered by him, so he quickly covered it up: "I'm just a little dizzy, maybe I was a little anxious just now, so let myself wake up."

"Do you need me to get hangover soup?" the boy asked with a soft voice.

"No, there's no need, it's just a little dizzy, or maybe it's from the sun." Apollo shook his head.

I can't let him think that I'm so useless that I can get drunk after a little wine.

He is so close, and his voice is so nice, oh, damn, his breath is like ripe grapes, with a sweet fragrance.

Why didn't I find out just now?

No, I will hold back, I must hold back.Chat, hurry up and continue chatting.

The God of Light took a few deep breaths.

But the body seems to be getting hotter, he thought depressingly.

"God of Light, the robe on your back is soaked." The boy said suddenly, getting closer, "Come on, let me take it off for you. It will be ready soon. You see, the sun is so strong , it’s not okay to wear it so thick.”

Before Apollo could answer, he had already started to move his hands.