After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

Psyche looked at the wet eyes of the man in front of him.

All kinds of emotions are hidden in it.

It happened to be like this, so pure that there was no trace of worldly impurities.

Psyche was breathing heavily.

Any contact with him at this moment made her nervous and overwhelmed.

This time it is considered a match, and it is impossible to be alone again.

An impulse surged into his mind, Psyche was silent for a moment, and said, "I promise, I promise. But if I really do it, don't regret it."

Cupid suddenly laughed.

He praised her meaningfully, "Well, I appreciate ambitious people."

After all, I came to grind her again.

The two were entangled in this way, unable to get up, struggling and still struggling, Psyche could only glance at him from the corner of his eye.

He really is the masterpiece of the creator, every inch of his body was born to perfection.

Psyche likes his pair of icy eyes and the slightly fluttering little eyelashes under his eyelids.

From the first time he saw him, Psyche instinctively wanted to touch him.

It has nothing to do with him, it's just an instinctive reaction to something beautiful.

Now that he was so close to her, Psyche was flustered, and his index finger brushed past his Adam's apple like a feather, like a careless touch in chaos.

Cupid suddenly grabbed her wrist.

His crimson lips froze slightly, "Honey, do you know what you're doing?"

He is a god, but still a man.

If you have to sort them, he is a man first, and then a god.

He couldn't stand her blundering like this.

Pu Xu blinked his eyes thumpingly.

Before the last sanity disappeared, she knew that she had done something wrong again...

After revealing his identity, His Royal Highness, the God of Love, no longer wants to compromise and live in the cramped forest palace.

He took the girl to Mount Olympus, after all, that was his home.

Olympus is sacred and steep, and the slanting rocks are covered with exotic flowers and plants, surrounded by fairy mist, and it is sunny and sunny all year round.

Originally, she was going to fly directly to the top of the clouds with Psyche, but she was really afraid of heights, and it was okay to fly on the clouds in the world, but when she arrived on the dangerous and amazing Mount Olympus, she would throw up just looking down.

After being vomited all over by her, Cupid had no choice but to walk up the mountain with her.

However, the fog in the mountains was too thick, and after a short walk, the whole body was covered with frost.

Cupid borrowed a white gauze scarf from Mizusawa Fairy, wrapped it around Psyche's head, and took the opportunity to rub her soft hair carelessly.

"Why rub me?"

The girl grumbled softly, puckered her mouth, and covered her head with her slender arms.

Her brows were stained a little frosty white, and her little head poked out from the translucent gauze scarf, ignorant and innocent, indescribably clean and watery.

Cupid glared at her, lifting her chin with wet fingertips.

"No?"

She just told him all about it, but he hasn't settled it with her yet.

At that time, she had just climbed and descended from the sky, her legs were weak, and her head was lying in his arms.

With such a sudden vomit, the filth was almost poured down from the neckline of his clothes, and he spat out all over him impartially.

At that time, the evil Zephyros happened to pass by, and the guy glanced this way, and his laughter almost resounded throughout Olympus.

...Very well, he won't have to come out to meet people in a short time.

Rubbing her was nothing, he wished he could rub her a thousand times.

Psyche also recalled what happened just now, and grinned embarrassingly.

"I'll do your laundry."

After thinking hard for a long time, she thought of such a compensation.

Cupid stared at the girl's sincere eyes, and only thanked her politely.

do the laundry?No need.

By the time she's done doing his laundry, all Olympus will know about it.

If she is really guilty, just obediently let him rub it a few more times.

Psyche observed the words and expressions, and knew that he had done something wrong just now, so he just followed behind him without saying a word.

However, this trip to Mount Olympus was full of twists and turns, and she didn't go far, and her shoes were damaged by sharp rocks.

Psyche's sandals were made of yellow leather, with two thin straw ropes wrapped around the ankles.

Such crude shoes can still handle the plains, but when they reach the mountains, they rot away.

But she lowered her eyes and dared not say anything.

She had already vomited on Cupid so rudely just now, and now she was halfway through the journey, and she wanted to repair shoes, which seemed hypocritical.

The road is covered with gravel, the black rocks are rough and rough, and even the leaves of some plants have small thorns.

After such a meal, not only did he move slowly, but also his feet were red and swollen.

But it's not very painful, and it's tolerable on both sides.

Just as he was covering up, a cold male voice broke the silence.

"What happened to your feet?"

Psyche raised his head in a daze, and suddenly felt his body tilted.

Before she could react, she had already been hugged by him.

A pair of jade-like cool and soft hands covered her feet.

Looking at the man in front of him again, although Cupid covered his eyes, his eyes were dim, and there was obvious displeasure in his calm pupils.

"Why didn't you tell me that the shoes were broken?"

Psyche didn't know how to answer.

She is afraid that he will be angry.

Still, he seemed angry.

Psyche pondered for a moment, then gave a lame reason in a twisted manner.

"Well... I'm used to walking barefoot."

Cupid glanced at her lightly, and pinched the bruise with a little strength.

"hiss."

Psyche sucked in a breath of cold air, and was about to shrink subconsciously, but was held by him in a gentle manner.

Her brows drooped heavily, her light-colored lips trembled, hiding the dark waves in her eyes, and she had no choice but to show weakness to him.

"Cupid, it hurts."

This sentence seemed to have some magical power, Cupid slightly swayed, and his face finally eased.

His fingertips full of divine power lightly brushed over the red and swollen areas, and those wounds healed immediately... With a little warmth, he caressed so tacitly, as if some of his feelings were also overturned at the fingertips.

"Am I that scary?"

He taught her in a slightly subtle way, grinding her like coaxing a child, "If you can't treat me as a lover for a while, then treat me as a relative, okay?"

Fortunately, this mountain is still made of stone. If it is covered with knife points and full of flames, is she going to endure it forever?

Psyche sighed softly.

Being a relative means that she can bother him and bother him at will?

She really didn't dare to do it for a while.

"Didn't I vomit all over you just now?" She paused, her twinkling eyes lingering at him, "I'm afraid... I'm afraid you'll train me again."

It was because of this.

Cupid closed his eyes.

have to.

Even if she vomited on him thousands of times in the future, he would not be willing to mention a word.

Why didn't he realize that she was so tender and pitiful before?

It takes a lot of effort to raise her.

Cupid thought about it, no matter how troublesome she was, as long as she was by his side, she would be sweet and comfortable.

If she really left, he would be tortured to death by the golden arrow.

He put on the shoes for her plainly.Seeing that the girl was still answering awkwardly, I had no choice but to say something else, change the subject, and make her smile.

However, I couldn't think of any other reason for the moment.

"Why don't we go to Zephyros and beat him up?"

Psyche was placed in a spacious and bright palace.

The name of the palace was given by Goddess of Beauty when she was born, and the furnishings inside were arranged like a forest palace. Even the bed that Psyche used to sleep in before was brought in together.

It's not that he is nostalgic for those old things, it's just that Psyche has a habit of choosing a bed for sleeping, and an old bed will be much more comfortable.

Two water fairies take care of her.

A beauty suddenly came to Cupid's residence, which caused discussions among other fairies around her.

Everyone has rumors that the princesses of the mortal city-state of Psyche saw their little Venus by chance, and fell in love with her at first sight. Venus temporarily relented and brought her back temporarily. It won't take long to throw her out.

"She stared blankly, and her clothes were rough, not even a bright moon gemstone belt."

"She didn't even apply rose oil to her hair, and she looked plain."

"When she entered Olympus, she wasn't even worthy of a cloud."

"She is extremely reckless, she seems to have no bones in her body, and she ran directly into the arms of Cupid yesterday."

"She is used to resorting to mortal tricks. Venus kissed her, but she still hid, playing hard to get."

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Such gossip and gossip continued to blow into Psyche's ears from time to time.

Psyche felt that when she got along with Cupid, who was called a male god, she became the target of public criticism.

She said that she was afraid that those people would be angry. She really wasn't a stalker.In a way, it was Cupid who... stalked her?

Speaking of which, she escaped and escaped, refused and refused, and she was brought here by him.

She wanted to leave, but she couldn't for the time being, she had to pass so many tests.

Such provocative words, Psyche only thought about it in his heart, so naturally he couldn't say it.

She simply ignored those jealous fairies.

If anyone has the ability to seduce the soul of the god of love, and tell him to empathize a little bit, she will suffer less every day.

All the way up the mountain into Olympus, Psyche suffered a lot of wind and cold.

Where she lives, there is a hot spring filled with heat all year round.

The spring water is as clear as a mirror, covered with pebbles of various colors, and small fish wander in it from time to time, which is very pleasant.

Two water fairies helped her test the water temperature and took her old clothes away.

"Princess Psyche, please take a bath first, and we will send you the clean dress later."

Without a dress in hand, Psyche always felt something was wrong.

But she saw the quiet surroundings, she was the only one, so she didn't say much.

Going down into the misty hot spring, the warm heat quickly enveloped the limbs and bones.

Psyche has gone out to sea, got wet in the rain, climbed mountains these days, and traveled a lot of places, and he suddenly felt relieved, only feeling that his nerves were relaxed, and his eyelids were heavy in a daze.

In the dream, I vaguely felt that there were hands pressing down on her shoulders, sticking to the side of her neck, and kissing her like a breeze.

Psyche opened his eyes suddenly.

Her skin was even more white against the background of the spring water, and her long blond hair was condensed into strands, being played by the people behind her.

The man slid across the soft curves of her hair, with his palms pressed against her chin.

"Don't move, I'm twisting your hair."

She knew who was coming without even thinking about it.

But why does this person walk like a cat without moving at all?

Psyche blushed immediately, plunged into the water, and told him to get out first.

But the man didn't care so much, and lifted her up easily.

He held her face and licked her plump forehead, "Why are you hiding, why should I be shy?"

Psyche shook the drops of water off his face and looked at him annoyedly.

Perhaps it was due to the surrounding heat and fog, Cupid's usually white skin was also faintly stained with blood.

The tails of the meandering eyes drooped carelessly, such a kind expression, as soft as the moon in the twilight.

He probably wanted to tease her on purpose, he inserted her hair to prevent her from dodging, and said in a hoarse voice, "If you dare to move around again, I won't give you this thing."

As soon as Psyche raised his eyes, he found her stack of clothes folded on his lap.

God...how did it fall into his hands?

She stretched out her hand to snatch it, but she saw Cupid raised his eyelids quietly, and blocked it with his hand.

Her shoulders shook aggrievedly, "What are you going to do again?"

A blush rose around Cupid's dimples, "Didn't you say, twist your hair."

After all, he actually helped her brush her hair all at once.

He didn't hold a comb in his hand, and his slender five fingers passed between her scalp, pondering over and over again, the technique implied emotion, which made people feel comfortable and sour.

Psyche, who was held by Destiny's hair, folded his arms, and his scalp couldn't help itching.

Although she knew that he liked to play with her before, she didn't know when he became so interested, and was so interested in her hair...

Psyche sat there for a while, and suddenly remembered something.

She turned sideways slightly, and hooked his little finger pitifully.

"Why don't you give me some rose oil?"

Cupid hummed noncommittally, "No need. Your hair is already very smooth, and you don't need essential oil."

She probably doesn't know that she already has a delicate fragrance without applying lead flower, and if she adds some rose essential oil, I'm afraid no one in the world can hold it.

Psyche let out a light oh.Listening to his tone, it seems like he is creating his own artwork.

But she doesn't want to be talked about all the time.

She heard that the fairies in Olympus put essential oils on their hair. If she didn't use it, she might be talked about by those people again.

"I actually still want a little."

The girl lowered her drooping eyelashes, and leaned docilely against the rock wall of the hot spring, thinking about her own thoughts again.

But she was so pure and tender that everything was written on her face.Just by looking at her, you can see through her thoughts.

Cupid pondered for a moment, then patted her on the cheek, "Honey, if you like it, why not pick a flower and bring it with you. The scent of flowers can also naturally smudge your hair, which is worse than essential oils. Huh?"

The girl always pays special attention to such small makeup skills, her frowning brows suddenly loosened, and she asked half-believingly, "Really?"

She was already full of energy, and the entire eyebrow arch was followed by Qingti, which made her entire facial features more radiant and pleasant.

Cupid had a itchy throat, coughed, and wrapped her in a bath towel.

It had to be said that he was not immune to her at all.Looking at it further, he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it.

He restrained himself, and was so hoarse that he almost wanted to pinch her directly, "What flowers do you want, I... will pick them for you."