When Amelia went back with a full bouquet of flowers, the god was sitting by the window, with white hair hanging loose, sharp and handsome eyes, and the sunlight falling on the corners of his eyes did not make them soft.
He heard the movement, and turned his eyes to look: "Where did you go?"
Amelia showed him the bouquet of flowers in her arms, and pushed the door in: "Go to the garden to pick flowers."
As soon as she came in, the smell filled the entire space, and the god raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you seen those sacrifices?"
Amelia was startled: "Sacrifice?"
The god wrote lightly: "Your soul has been polluted, and those humans who look like you are the best supplements to fill your soul."
Amelia quickly realized that the pollution he was talking about was when the God of Light possessed her body and premeditatedly seized her. The soul had briefly blended with her, leaving a few traces on her soul.
The god continued to talk, and his fingers automatically touched her and entangled tightly: "I will deal with it in a few days, and you can just eat it."
eat…
It wouldn't be the kind of food she wanted, would it
Amelia's expression was complicated, her grief and indignation suddenly disappeared, and instead she genuinely sympathized with those girls, knowing that this 'handling' would not be a gentle method.
She tentatively asked: "... how to eat?"
The god's eyes were strange: "You can eat whatever you want." Do you still want to dip in the seasoning? His eyes said so.
Amelia: "..." Forget it, let's talk about it later.
She fell silent.
After a while, the god asked again: "Don't you have anything to ask?"
The sudden meekness and obedience of the saint made the god a little strange. He casually scratched her palm and brought a plate of snacks in front of her.
What to ask, do you have to ask knowingly
The feeling of irritability rose again, she quickly stuffed a snack, suppressed the anger in her heart, and said perfunctorily: "Oh, what kind of pollution, why don't I know."
She deliberately lowered her eyes, not wanting to see the expression on the god's face when he lied to her, but His words kept coming to her ears one after another. He said that the plague that year was still firmly attached to her soul, and said... Anyway, she just refused to mention anything related to the gods.
Amelia became more and more angry.
He hasn't planned to tell the truth until now, is he planning to hide it from her for the rest of his life
Well, since He refuses to speak, let her speak.
The anger from the provocative and contemptuous eyes of those girls surged up again, adding fuel to the fire, breaking the string of reason in his brain.
Amelia laughed, Yunlan's eyes sank, like a bottomless sea: "There's no need to be so troublesome, I have a more convenient way."
She held the finger of the god with her backhand, and pulled him to the bedside. The darkness was unclear, so she walked along her strength and met the saint's eyes.
"Do you remember? The spell I once cast on you." The saint smiled, and her white fingers slid up along the skirt of the dress, and landed on the lower lip of the god, passing like a dragonfly.
The Dark God raised his eyebrows in surprise, and a strange wave of magic swayed out, spreading throughout his body in an instant, binding his limbs like invisible silk threads and pulling away his power.
He fell on his back on the bed, his flowing hair poured over the bed, a bit of curvy and slender collarbone protruding from his collar, it was a pose that anyone could pick.
The Dark God frowned, unable to move, and said a word between his lips: "...you?"
Amelia sat obliquely on the side of the bed: "Don't remember? The first time we met, I cast the God-Binding Curse on you. It was just in case, but I used it once later. I really didn't expect It will be useful a second time."
The saint turned her head sideways, and the sun fell on her face, flickering on and off, making her eyes colder and deeper: "I already knew who you were, Alfonso."
Alfonso. The name came out of her lips, with some ambiguous tongue sounds for no reason.
The Dark God was surprised for a moment, carefully scrutinized her expression, then smiled, and said hoarsely: "It's so smart." With a little bit of subtle pride.
He has finally shed his disguise. Inch and inch of white faded away, revealing the filthy and crazy darkness inside.
Amelia looked at this familiar face, her narrow eyes were completely different from the coldness of the God of Light, and even with the same white hair, it was even paler and more impersonal.
She still prefers this face.
Amelia caressed the evil god's eyelids, and the touch under her fingers was as cold as ice, and a little soft that didn't match his personality. When she pressed it lightly, the fragile eyeballs were under her palm, and she could pull them out with a light hook.
Her stroking movements were gentle and nostalgic, like touching her lover, but her eyes were somewhat cold and murderous.
Even a rabbit will bite when it is in a hurry, let alone a cat with a bad temper
The god suddenly laughed, shaking his whole body, his chest trembling, He raised his neck, showing his slender and strong lines, and his voice was a little careless and teasing: "What are you going to do to me?"
Amelia pulled down the bed curtain to block the sunlight, and the wide bed frame fell into darkness.
She said, "Fuck you."
The saint pressed up and clamped the god's neck with one hand, her blond hair fell down, forming a thick curtain, the two breathed intertwined, and their eyes met each other, staring into the eyes of the god perfectly.
She paused for a while, as if she didn't know what to do, she hesitantly attached herself to the god's lips, and kissed awkwardly for a moment. Kissing and kissing, the deep sea slowly rolled up a little wave, and white waves gushed out.
The god was a little helpless: "Why are you crying?"
Amelia wiped away her tears fiercely, her voice choked with sobs: "You lie to me every day! What's wrong with human beings, we human beings provoked you, why do you look down on us, you like me and still look down on me, are you sick? ?”
Continuous teardrops fell, carrying her hot body temperature, falling on the cold body of the god, like a fire point falling in the ice and snow, melting into a gurgling stream.
Shenming felt a bit of pain dully, looked at her face covered in tears, swallowed what she wanted to say, and lowered her head for the first time in her life: "It's my fault."
He has found a solution.
As long as the saint is welcomed as a god, everything will no longer be a problem.
It's very simple, if you don't want her to do anything, just wait for a while.
The God of Darkness opened his mouth to tell her about this, in order to stop her tears from falling, but the saint's fingers blocked His lips.
She saw that he had no intention of repentance, that he didn't even realize where he was wrong.
It's useless to say anything, Amelia suddenly realized this, how can a high god feel the joys and sorrows of mortals. He sees your expression and knows that you are sad, but this kind of emotion is too far-fetched for Him after all.
The comfort of outsiders is always pale.
She leaned down and pressed his forehead to his.
"It's useless to tell you." She snorted a little angrily, and closed her eyes: "I'll let you experience it and you'll know how I feel."
Memories and emotions come flooding back.
The pain inflicted on the saint, the shame, shame, tears and sorrow, all returned to the god, and accompanied by the throbbing pain from the heart that suddenly spread throughout the body, he suffered double the torment.
The pain of mortals is so painful.
Those condescending arrogance and almsgiving love... It turned out to be so choking.
The belated remorse and pain are like long vines wrapping him layer by layer, not only the heart, but the whole body is aching, even breathing has a stinging dull pain.
Compared with such suffering, what is digging one's heart worth? What is heartache? Just by looking at it through the torrent of time, can you really understand her mood at that time
Amelia looked down at the god, seeing the slight trembling of his body, the dilated pupils, and the sadness in them.
It was the first time she saw him showing such an expression.
The powerful and evil gods have always looked down on everyone, even if they are sitting, they seem to always step on the heads of all living beings, with the arrogance and publicity that is taken for granted, controlling the life and death of hundreds of millions of living beings in the world.
He was born destined to be powerful, and he has never been so lost. Just falling in love with a human being makes him feel all kinds of pain in the world.
Amelia felt a pain in her heart, but there was an unknown pleasure in the pain.
So what if you were born extraordinary? It's not under my pressure at the moment.
I want to see more, I want to see more expressions like this on Him.
Amelia endured for a moment, biting the tip of her tongue, slowly showing a smile, slipping her fingertips into the neckline flirtatiously and ambiguously, walking on His divinely-like body.
She never tells a lie. If you say sleep, you must sleep.
The Dark God was still absent-minded, and his heart was still throbbing slowly. He glanced at her slowly, with some connivance in his eyes, and let her go.
The high god was riding under her, like a rebellious BMW, lowering its head proudly and gently when facing its beloved master.
He never conceded defeat, but temporarily handed over the reins to the saint, perhaps because of guilt, perhaps because of love.
At this moment, the handsome and proud god belongs to her.
Let her be at her mercy and do whatever she wants.
…
Pain mingled with bliss.
The warm body temperature of the saint gradually melted the ice, the daunting eyes became confused, and the honey-colored firm skin was stained with a blush, like chocolate dipped in cherry sauce.
Amelia explored this body with great interest. She gnawed on the chocolate, like a very hungry traveler, torturing the trembling body of the god without letting go.
The lean and strong muscles feel excellent, and the fingertips are sunken, flexible and elastic. Skimming over the suddenly tightened curve, the narrow muscles of the waist were tensed, forming a line of great tension...
He suddenly opened his eyes, and his slender and strong fingers grabbed her wrist that continued to descend: "No, a mortal body cannot accommodate a god...you will collapse."
Mortals, mortals, and mortals.
Amelia couldn't break away from His hand, so she leaned over angrily, and bit His ear hard: "...you have to make up for me and make me happy."
...
When she lost her mind, the saint climbed onto the neck of the dark god, and her fingertips touched the faintly shining godhead under the skin.
"I thought about digging it out."
She closed her eyes and said, the trembling eyes were still red, and her lips were full and red, "But I can't do it."
"It's not because I'm soft-hearted, it's just that I don't want to see myself becoming an ugly and despicable person."
"Love is supposed to be something that makes people better, and you made me worse."
The saint raised her jaw and straightened her body. Unspeakable joy flooded her whole body. She emptied her mind and murmured the words: "You made me fall."