Venus was a little unhappy. This kind of unhappiness is similar to the idea of ​​"I even told you my identity as a beauty god, but you keep pretending to be a mortal to me, do you not love me".

After he merged with the godhead, he noticed that Adonis was wrong, but he didn't want to think about it, so he went down the mountain to see him without hesitation.

"Damn Adonis, my birthday is almost over, why haven't you come back?"

"If you don't come back, I'll leave."

"If I leave, I will never come to see you, a liar again."

Venus sat alone in the dark room muttering.

He was so bored that he even picked a white rose from the window, tearing out the petals one by one: "He loves me, he doesn't love me, he loves me, he doesn't love me..."

Seeing that it was almost past twelve, Venus pulled out the last petal: "He doesn't love me."

Venus: "..."

Venus: "No, do it again."

He smoked another white rose.

Just plucked a petal this time: "He loves me."

The door of the tree house was suddenly pushed open, and the blond young man appeared in the doorway, wrapped in wind and rain.

Venus excitedly threw away the flowers and rushed to hug him.

"Adonis!"

No matter how much doubt, at the moment of meeting, there is only trust left.

If Adonis is really a god and he doesn't want to reveal his identity, then he won't ask.

Adonis hugged him back and put his chin on his shoulder: "Venus, happy birthday, fortunately it wasn't late."

Venus said: "Just a little bit!"

"It's good if you don't miss it." Adonis took out a well-protected white rose from his arms and sighed softly, "I originally wanted to pick a lot of flowers and then weave a wreath for you. , I didn't expect it to rain suddenly and the flowers were all wet, so I only had time to fold a white rose for you."

This is definitely the most shabby gift Venus received today.

But it was also the most touching gift he received.

This is the flower that Adonis picked for him in the rain!

Venus kissed him without hesitation.

They have been used to holding hands, hugging and kissing for a hundred years.

Adonis closed the door, leaning against the wall and kissing in the dark. Then he pulled Venus to the desk and closed the window tightly to block the wind and rain outside, and then carried Venus to the desk to continue kissing.

Just when Adonis was about to let go of him as usual, Venus still put his arms around his neck.

"Adonis."

"Um."

"I'm an adult."

"Um."

"I suddenly learned a lot today."

"Um?"

"After holding hands, hugging, and kissing, you can do more intimate things."

"..."

"I want to do it with you, Adonis."

"Do you want to be with me the most, or just want to be with me?" the young man asked him in a low voice.

"Does that make any difference?"

"Answer me, and I'll give it to you when I'm done."

"...I don't know. But when I first learned this knowledge, the first name I thought of was you."

Venus' body lightened, and was carried to the bed by Adonis.

He heard Adonis unbuttoning his clothes in the dark, and let out a helpless chuckle.

"Although it's not the correct answer, it's the perfect answer you can give."

Chapter 32 Nature

The wind blew against the windows, and the torrential rain watered the ruined flowers on the windowsill. The delicate white rose wept in the storm and withered slowly, and the petals spread all over the ground under the tree.

The most beautiful flower is protected indoors from wind and rain, quietly blooming, and doing its best.

The sound of wind and rain covered up the movement in the house. Across a window, the rain outside sounded a lot quieter, and occasionally thunder rumbled, beating on the thumping heart.

Adonis held the holy white rose with his slender fingers, stroking the stem, branches and leaves gently, gently twisting the soft petals, causing the branches to tremble. The slim white rose folded up under the manipulation of his fingers, and was forced to open by Adonis.

"obedient."

Adonis is obviously very gentle, but sometimes he speaks like an order, with a taste that cannot be refused, as if he was born domineering.

The white rose had to stretch out its branches and leaves aggrievedly and let Adonis pick it.

When Adonis came, he broke a white rose and carefully protected it from the wind and rain in his arms.

As for the flower in the house, he took care of it for a longer time, but at this time he was not so pity.

Venus vaguely remembered the day he was born, which was also a windy and rainy day. He was bumping with the rhythm of the waves in the sea, and his body was completely out of control, just like now.

He thought in a daze, the wind and rain outside seemed to fall on him.

A flash of lightning suddenly lit up in the sky, followed by a thunderstorm, and the room was as bright as day for a moment. Venus saw in a trance that the eyes on his body did not seem to be golden like the scorching sun of Adonis, but blue like the deep sea.

Just like the eyes he saw when he almost fell into the water at the beginning of his birth and was picked up by God from the sea.

Venus stiffened.

The lightning flashed for only a moment, and the room quickly returned to darkness. Venus' cold sweat was about to break down, and his heart beat faster.

The eyes you just saw... are you wrong?

But before he could think deeply, he was covered by Adonis's kiss.

He no longer thought about it.

In the early morning, the air in the forest is fresh after the rain, the roses on the windowsill are soaked with dew, and one meter of golden sunlight shines in from the opened window.

Venus opened his sleepy eyes in such gentle morning light, and saw the handsome profile of Adonis sitting in front of the window.

He lowered his eyes, half of his face was shrouded in sunlight, as if a golden age had been frozen.