[MTL] Hera's Modern Life ✔

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This game is starting to become more and more difficult to play. Even if you repeatedly say to yourself that it is just a dream, everything that happens in it may not be true, but it seems unlikely that you want to completely ignore it. The more reluctant to think about it, the more I feel like I have had OCD.

"Hera, Hera, wake up."

The tip of the nose was itchy for a while. It seemed that someone was holding something and swiping gently. I wanted to convince myself that everything was over and the dream was awake, but my fingers touched the soft silky water satin. With a cry.

There will not be these things in Hades, Hades hates luxury, so, I am still in that **** dream?

"Hey, don't pretend to sleep, I know you are awake. If I don't move, I will kiss you."

Suddenly opened his eyes and bounced from the soft couch, almost hit the chin of the man leaning on the side. He was taken aback and quickly staggered his body towards the back, shaking the flower in his hand and staring at me angrily.

"This is the attitude of welcoming the brothers returning from the battlefield? Poseidon failed to knock me out of your hair, but you almost knocked me to the ground. If you change to someone else, there will be terrible punishment waiting, but You ... "

My muscular arm was wrapped around my waist, forcing me to lie on his chest. I looked up stiffly, and saw a face that was almost the same as what I remembered. I was smiling brightly, my teeth were white, and my eyes looked like blue The color cornflower was almost vividly set off by the blonde hair. I was in a trance, looking around, the white marble temple, the golden sunlight, the omnipresent misty singing that never stopped, and the long drag yarn that gently danced with the breeze ...

This is a sight that can no longer be seen. I lived for millions of years. Perhaps, according to humans, Olympus, my home. Compared with the gods who are good at disguising frivolous and wandering, it is consistent and never changes.

"Hey, I'm distracted. Why, don't you miss me at all for so long?"

The face was lightly patted, and I found that the guy holding me was still wearing hard armor, his hair was messy, and there was still unscarred blood stains under his ears. Oh, by the way, it was Zeus who had broken away from the youth form. From the moment he had the appearance of a youth, time seemed to freeze on his body and stand still. He likes this appearance and feels that he can best display his charm. I stared at his face, and somehow my thoughts suddenly ran to a strange place. We looked about the same age when we got married, but when I was kicked off Olympus, I really looked like his sister. Of course, I can also use the power of God to maintain my beautiful and beautiful appearance forever. At one time, I really did that. However, his face reflected in the mirror is still in his early twenties, and his appearance has not changed much from the beginning, and he can even be proud of being more beautiful. He seems to have long cared that I am beautiful and ugly. No matter how well I dress, he looks at me like his weapon, his tank, or any of his artifacts.

So I gave up those gorgeous costumes, and I did n’t bother to study how to dress my hair, just to maintain the dignified appearance that the **** should have and force myself not to be too casual. I looked at myself, wearing a very ordinary blue long dress, without tying up my hair, and my long black hair was covered with almost half of a soft couch. I could not help but sigh slightly.

I don't know when it is right now, but with this outfit, I definitely haven't married him.

"What a sigh, did you hear the gossip of the talkative guys?"