Eros came back to his senses and looked at Cynthia's smooth back, which was very suitable for cupping. He bent down and hugged him from behind, resting his chin on Cynthia's shoulder, and said in a doting tone:
"I know. I'll avoid it."
Cynthia reached out and lifted the hair stuck to the side of her face, and wiped the thin layer of sweat on her face.
That was because when Eros was putting flowers in the vase, the branch accidentally poked her hand and caused her pain.
As a former deity, Cynthia has a very high tolerance for pain, but even so, she was sweating coldly from the pain just now.
Fortunately, Eros used healing magic on her in time, which prevented her hand from bleeding too much.
Noticing Cynthia wiping the sweat off her face, Eros showed a hint of tenderness in his eyes. He reached out and took the wet wipes handed to him by Irina, and took the initiative to wipe the sweat off Cynthia's face.
Cynthia showed a sweet look on her face, turned around and gently kissed Eros on the lips.
Eros chuckled, reached out and touched a flower bud on the table in front of him, injecting a bit of vitality into the bud.
After a while, the daisy bud placed on the table stretched out its petals and bloomed little by little.
Eros picked up the blooming flower with his fingers and handed it to Cynthia in front of him.
Cynthia took the bouquet, trimmed it with pruning shears, and then put it in the vase in front of her.
Following the technique of light on top and heavy on the bottom, the blooming flower was inserted into the innermost part of the vase, so that it was arranged with the bud on top and the blooming flower on the bottom.
Irina stood aside and watched silently. She was originally sitting at the desk reading a book, but for some reason these two people came to the desk to practice flower arrangement and took her seat.
There was no other way, she could only stand aside and occasionally act as a tool to pass tools, because she was just a shadow.
After a long time, looking at the completed flower arrangement in front of him, Eros picked up the kettle beside the desk and poured water into the vase in front of him that was already full of branches.
According to Cynthia, this is a key step in maintaining the freshness of flowers and extending their viewing period.
At this point, a fine work of art is completely completed.
Eros let out a long sigh. He had only made a piece of handmade art, but he felt as tired as if he had fought a battle.
Cynthia tilted her head and said with a hint of concern in her tone:
"If you are tired, Master, please take a rest first."
"Flower arranging requires constant attention, and it's quite demanding."
Seeing her concerned eyes, Eros paused after letting out a long breath, then immediately frowned and said in a dissatisfied tone:
"When did I say I was tired? Please don't slander me, okay?"
"Don't I look energetic now? I'm energetic, okay?"
"There's no problem with a few more rounds of singing, dancing, rap, and basketball."
Cynthia chuckled softly, and her slightly curved eyebrows matched her expression at the moment, making her look somewhat charming.
Eros gasped.
Cynthia glanced at Eros with a smile and said in a teasing tone:
"I was wrong. The master is indeed in high spirits."
Eros snorted softly.
Time passed little by little, and when he came out of the world in the tank, it was already late at night in the outside world.
The boat was quiet. Undine, Estelle and the others were probably asleep by now.
Isabella and Angelica were the only two people in the living room. Angelica, being still young and too weak, was drowsy in her mother's arms.
Isabella hugged Angelica, stroking her back from time to time, and humming a gentle tune.
The stars shine outside, and the moonlight pours down quietly.
The never-ending waves and sea breeze were now so gentle and tender, accompanied by the song hummed by Isabella's lips, leading everything into a deep dream.
This was the scene Eros saw when he came out of the world in the jar.
Isabella, who was coaxing her child to sleep, stood up immediately when she saw Eros coming out.
Eros quickly stopped him, pointed at Angelica who was sleeping in Isabella's arms, and then made a hushing gesture.
Isabella pursed her lips, gently put Angelica down, and replaced her position with a pillow.
After doing all this, she got up from the sofa. Just when she was about to ask Eros if he was hungry, she inadvertently noticed Eros's expression out of the corner of her eye.
So she swallowed back the words she was about to say, and asked with concern:
"Master, what's wrong?"
Eros laughed and said, "Dealing with those pirates took some energy. It's okay, just take a break."
Seeing that Eros was unwilling to elaborate, Isabella did not ask any more questions about the matter, but instead asked what she had wanted to say:
"Is the master hungry?"
As a personal maid, she had to ensure that no matter when her master came back, she could immediately serve hot dishes and a bathtub full of steaming hot water.
That's why she sat here waiting until late at night.
Although she knew that with Eros' current strength, it would be fine even if he didn't eat for three to five months.
But whether Eros eats it or not is different from whether she does it or not.
Hearing Isabella's question, Eros whispered back, "Make me one!"
To be honest, it seems that he didn't eat anything today except a few flowers.
After saying that, Eros looked at Angelica who was sleeping on the sofa and added:
"Go to the kitchen first. I'll bring Angelica back to the room and I'll be right back."
After saying that, without waiting for Isabella's response, Eros walked to the sofa and picked up the petite Angelica.
Realizing that someone was holding her, Angelica opened her eyes for a moment, but when she saw Eros holding her, she closed her eyes again. She nudged her little head in Eros' arms, found a comfortable angle, and continued to fall into a deep sleep.
Isabella looked at the scene tenderly, then walked towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Andrey sat at the table bored, occasionally swinging his two slender legs hanging in the air.
Xiweni leaned on the table, with her half-moon-shaped buttocks sitting on the table, and her two straight and slender legs crossed on the ground.
Looking at Xiweni's long legs that she deliberately showed off in front of him, Andrey curled his lips.
What's wrong with short legs? Short legs have their own advantages. She can swing her legs while sitting on the table. Can she do that?
Obviously, she can't.
This is 1 win.
I have 1 win and she has 0 wins, so this is 2 wins.
I have 2 wins, and she still has 0 wins, so this is her 3 wins.
I defeated her 3:0.
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