Marriage has no binding effect on the god of love at all. In Venus' eyes, it is air, and no friends are important. In order to keep his friends from being sad, he could give up his marriage, which was not even a sacrifice in his eyes.

Hephaestus had a different concept than Venus. He only knew that Venus asked Zeus to marry them, and Venus is still doing his best to defend him in front of the gods today.

Venus said that he is worthy of liking, that he likes him and is willing to marry him.

Hephaestus' mind was blank for a moment.

He is a very low self-esteem god, and has always been unlucky, not believing that he can get the love of the God of love and beauty.

But this time, the goddess of luck seemed to really favor him.

If this is not love, then what is love?

After the disbelief, Hephaestus was ecstatic. He secretly swore in his heart that he must be good to Venus for the rest of his life. First of all, the wedding should not be neglected. He wants to build the most gorgeous and spacious palace, and create the most exquisite and gorgeous furniture, which will be used as their wedding room. After marriage, he will be loyal to Venus, and he will never look for lovers outside like those Olympus gods. Venus is also the god of reproduction, can give birth, and they will have several lovely children. If Venus is unwilling to have children for fear of pain, then they don't want children and have been living in the world of two gods.

The imagined future is very beautiful, but unfortunately the reality is at the first step. Zeus did not know why he had to order them to get married today. In such a short time, Hephaestus had no time to prepare for the wedding, and Venus could only marry him so hastily.

He felt guilty for this and decided to make up for a grand wedding in the future.

Fire Temple.

The new palace was too late to build, and Hephaestus only had time to tidy up his own bedroom. He is the god of fire and craftsmen, proficient in architectural carving, and the original palace is also beautiful, but he still feels that he is not worthy of Venus.

Because of the iron casting all day long, the Fire Temple always has a lingering smell of fireworks, and Hephaestus himself is always disgraced. But every time Venus came, he would wash his face clean and spray the house with perfume.

Tonight is their wedding night. Logically, Venus should move into the Fire Temple. If you sleep in separate rooms on the wedding night, Vulcan will become a living joke again.

In the bedroom, the young man was dressed in red with red hair, his eyes as red as blood and jade drooped down, his face was also red, and he didn't dare to look at the beauty beside him.

He bowed his head, and the half of his face exposed looked charming and beautiful against the candlelight, which was very beautiful. It was the way he kept his head down and said nothing, as if he was the shy little daughter-in-law who got married.

Venus is much more generous than him: "Hephaestus, speak up."

Hephaestus pinched his sleeves uneasily, and after a while, he whispered, "I'm sorry."

Venus was curious: "I'm sorry for what?"

Hephaestus lowered his voice: "...The time is too tight to give you a perfect wedding, nor to give you a betrothal gift. I will supply you in the future."

Not to mention perfect, not even complete, there is no process that should be there. Hephaestus thought that he was not loved by his father, and that he was not even interested in the wedding by the king, and even Venus also suffered.

If the marriage is Ares or Apollo, the father will probably send generous blessings to their wedding.

Venus knew that it was not Hephaestus' fault at all, but Zeus' brain. He comforted: "It doesn't matter, you gave me so many things before, which is not worth the price? Those treasures are enough for you to marry me ten times."

The treasures created by Hephaestus are all treasures. One of the gods of Olympus can be displayed for a long time, but he gave them all to Venus as if he did not want money.

Hephaestus looked up at him, this time with a firm voice: "You are priceless, nothing can be exchanged for."

Venus blinked.

Hephaestus quickly lowered his head again: "Thank you for the words you said for me in the Temple of the King of God today."

He blushed even more, and his voice was barely audible: "Thank you too...for liking me."

Venus said, "What's there to thank you for, you're my best friend."

Hephaestus said softly: "After tonight... it's not a friend, it's a husband and wife."

Venus thought for a while: "That makes no difference."

"How can there be no difference?" Hephaestus raised his voice and turned his head. "What a husband and wife can do, a friend cannot do. Love between lovers is different from love between friends."

"What can't be done? What's the difference?" Venus was like a curious baby.

Hephaestus blushed: "It's like what to do on a wedding night, that is, go to bed..."

This going to bed is obviously not simply going to bed. He also believes that Venus, the god of lust, must understand what it means.

Venus was confused for a moment: "But, friends can also go to bed?"

Hephaestus was fluent in an instant: "How can you sleep with a friend?!"

Venus: "It's all over the holy mountain."

Hephaestus: "..."

Hephaestus suddenly came back to his senses: "Venus, you still... treat me as a friend?"

It seems that Venus doesn't even know the definition of friend and lover. Hephaestus is suddenly not sure whether Venus loves himself.

Venus nodded: "I said you were my best friend."

The blood on Hephaestus' face faded.

The fiery hot mood instantly fell into an ice cellar.

"Then why do you... ask for marriage?" Hephaestus forced a smile. "Friends don't need to get married."

It doesn't feel good to be happy.

Venus noticed something wrong from Hephaestus' suddenly lost expression, but he didn't know what was wrong, and hesitantly said: "I don't think marriage is a very important thing, and it's okay to have fun with it. ."