Helen was the princess and queen of Sparta, and she and Menelaus had always lived a respectful and respectful married life.
But when the God of Love and Beauty sent the little God Eros to her bedroom and was about to shoot the arrow of love at her, she panicked.
"Kiss and hug Paris, go back to Troy with him, that is your true love!" Eros said in a persuasive way.
"I can't cheat on my husband, and I love myself more."
Helen stared at the little cupid calmly.
"And now, I have fallen in love with you, my dear God of Love."
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"Why don't you take me to elope?"
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Eros: "?"
——Mom far away in Olympus, why?
Note: I'm just thinking about it. I'll write it down when I have some inspiration. Hehe~
Intention: "I don't love him."