Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

The voice sounded a little aggrieved.

"A little? Not at all."

Grace finally resisted the urge to smooth down her fluffy hair, nagging like a hostess.

“Why don’t you drink the hangover soup? Didn’t I ask Nora to help?”

"I don't want her to feed me..."

After being drunk and catalyzed by alcohol, some people's behavior will become childish and uncontrollable, and Afro happens to be the most dangerous one.

But now... Afro's drooping almond eyes look pitiful, and I feel pity for them.

Why are you showing such an expression?

"Is that why it spilled all over my neck?"

Grace looked at her condescendingly, sighed helplessly, took out a clean handkerchief, and gently wiped the soup that fell on Avro's neck.

If it were the previous Avro, he would definitely approach her excitedly and enthusiastically, like a family dog.

She was quite quiet today.

Avro shook his head, his cheeks were red from the alcohol, and his voice was low.

"I don't want to drink."

Then he raised his head again and looked at himself eagerly.

Are you angry because you danced with Miss Doris?

Grace stared at her and thought for a few seconds. The wine emboldened her and made her thoughts become frank.

For the first time, no, as if she always chose to compromise, she picked up the hangover soup from the bedside table.

"I said you, you obviously can't drink, why do you have to show off at the banquet?"

While grumbling, Grace stirred the spoon in the slightly brown soup base and put it against Avro's lips.

Avro pursed her lips tightly, and was now quieter than before. She looked at herself like this and was about to cry.

"drink!"

Grace raised her voice slightly and tried to put the spoon to Avro's lips.

"Drink early and wake up early."

"Um……"

Avro made a muffled sound with a strong alcoholic feel and tilted his head, tilting his head coquettishly like an angry child.

The slightly bulging cheeks look a little childish and cute.

Avro himself is seventeen or eighteen years old...

What can a child of seventeen or eighteen understand?

Grace deliberately rubbed Avro's cheek with the back of her hand, hoping to make Avro open her mouth with a slight movement.

"You'll be so drunk that you'll have a terrible headache tomorrow morning. I don't know what to think..."

Avro seemed a little moved by the sticky rubbing that was half-pushed. He was about to open his mouth, but when his eyes fell on the crown bun on Grace's head, it turned into clenching tightly.

"My pleasure……"

Just like a child!Annoying!

Grace was a little confused. She put down the hangover soup and touched her head with her hand, but she touched a grandly blooming tulip.

Um……?This is?

Holding the flower stalk, Grace finally remembered - it seemed that these were flowers that Miss Doris had inserted in her bun on her own initiative.

It seems that in the culture of the Rhine Empire, giving flowers to each other is actually an ambiguous thing related to love.

Well, maybe you were angry because of dancing, right?

Grace knew it tacitly, and she deliberately dropped the tulips in her hands on the bed in front of Avro with great movements, like worn out shoes.

At the same time, he coughed lightly, revealing the rose that Avro had given him before, and patted Avro's cheek, urging Avro to open his mouth.

"Look, can you still go home like this?"

The more this happened, the more aggrieved Avro became. His straight and slender legs fluttered unwillingly under the sheets for a while, and he replied in a nasal voice,

"You'll get scolded if you go back after drinking, so it's better not to go back."

Avro can now communicate with others clearly, proving that his current condition is actually pretty good.

Grace has plenty of solutions for this kind of unreasonable fool.

She withdrew her hand neatly and placed the bowl on the bedside table with a bang.

"Then don't drink the hangover soup and rest here."

After leaving such words briefly and ruthlessly, Grace walked towards the door of the room where Nora was waiting without looking back.

Ta, tap, tap, she deliberately slowed down her steps so that the sound of her heels could be heard clearly even by Afro who was far away in the bedroom.

Five, four, three...

Grace counted silently in her heart and stopped at the entrance in front of the corridor.

She knew that with Afro's clingy personality, she would definitely rush out to find me.

Second, there was still no movement behind him.

hold on?

The door was not closed, and Grace and the eternal iceberg Miss Nora looked at each other.

She stood in the shadows, witnessing every moment of Grace like a camera.

"Um……?"

Nora tilted her head obediently.

Is Afro not here yet?

Grace ordered Nora, "Go and find some clean, warm winter clothes for Afu..."

Before she finished speaking, Nola’s eyes changed subtly, and the sound of stumbling bare feet came from behind.

"No."

The overwhelming drunkenness and the hot mood that could burn everything, mixed with the girl's excessive body temperature, stuck to her back like an impact.

Grace's eyes suddenly opened wide, and her body was filled with the strong smell of alcohol.

What followed was an indescribably soft chest, with rapid breathing and rising and falling, so it was constantly rubbing the cold back softly and warmly.

No, it's like challenging the bottom line of self-discipline.

Contrary to the intense action, the soft head rubbed against Grace's shoulder with nostalgia, and the warm breath fell on the wound that had not yet healed.

The tightly wrapped hands were like ropes surrounding the body, never letting the girl leave again.

Grace was shocked by such a warm and strong emotion. She winked at Nora, thinking that if Nora came to help, after changing Avro's clothes and drinking sobering soup, Avro would feel better tomorrow. .

But before Nora could say her word of promise, the perfect maid like wood became particularly wise.

As if trying to escape from the crime scene, she slammed the door shut.

The fierce wind caused by the closed door and the empty entrance made Grace feel an inexplicable sense of uneasiness.

It's better to say it's uneasiness than confusion caused by the unknown future.

The girl put her hands on her shoulders, but her warm and delicate hands were clinging to her waist, her fingers clenched tightly between her waist, as if she was afraid of losing herself.

The electric touch made Grace, who had been abstinent for a long time, couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Grace...idiot."

Some warm water droplets were slowly invading the neck and gradually flowing to the chest.

Grace didn't struggle. Logically speaking, she should be able to escape easily.

"Why drink?"

For a long time, Grace only asked this question.

"Then why...are you leaving...why are you dancing with others? Why...I..."

Avro's aggrieved voice was filled with tears, and she muttered a lot, but it was a pity that Grace couldn't hear them all.

The porcelain-like ears turned red from the girl's words, and they rubbed her back and forth deliberately as if to seduce her. Grace had no choice but to crane her neck to escape her inner thoughts.

But even with such a close distance and such...uncomfortable contact, Grace didn't have the strength to push Afro away.

It seemed like something had silently changed.

An impenetrable wall may be able to withstand the boulders of a catapult trying to smash everything into pieces, but it cannot stop the trickle of spring rain.

Penetration, and then the ice will also be melted.

Grace sighed and put her soft, cold hand on Avro's hand, trying to persuade her softly.

"There's no need to be angry."

There was no sobbing, just tears flowing slowly down her face, and Aphra was as sensitive as fragile porcelain.

Alcohol corrodes the brain, allowing Afro, who was originally depressed, to face his own weakness and sincerity frankly.

Those words that should have been buried in my heart were all spoken out through drunkenness.

"I saw you dancing with someone else on the dance floor, and you still held her hand like that... I originally wanted to be with Grace."

Avro's voice trembled slightly, and the hand around his waist gradually let go weakly.

If you like someone who is too straightforward, if you like someone who is too obvious, will you always not be looked at directly?

Grace turned around, and the candlelight lit in the corridor clearly saw Afro, who was full of grievances.

Her hands were intertwined nervously, like a misunderstood child at a loss, and there were some faint tears in her hazy eyes.

Grace supported the girl's shaky body, and her injured palm pressed Avro's shoulder without knowing the pain.

"Don't worry, Miss Doris and I have nothing to do. We just chatted about drinks. Don't be too jealous."

But there is still a hurdle that she cannot overcome, but all those sharp self-evasion have been smoothed out in the gentle tone.

"Don't think too much about those things, or you should drink hangover soup first."

Just one step away.

I saw Avro's pitiful, pear-shaped face, her wet eyes becoming more and more disappointed. She stomped her bare feet in a broken state.

"Do you think I'm jealous? It's not like that! Or Grace thinks I'm just jealous and coming up to you shamelessly!"

The more she talked, the sadder she felt, and her green pupils were once again covered with haze, like ripples in the green lake water blown by the wind.

"I, I, I found an investor on the way when I came here. Mrs. Linda, the vice president of the Roland Union, she will invest [-] gold coins."

Avro's limp body leaned against the wall and was slender. Her beautiful fingers were gesturing back and forth in the air. The tears on her face kept flowing, as if to drain away the grievances and unwillingness in her heart.

"I'm not causing trouble, I'm just...I, I..."

"I'm scared... because Grace has never done anything like this to me..."

"I was very good and didn't call your name... You even went to the top floor with her, I saw you... I only go to the top floor for candlelight dinners."

"Even if it is disgust, even if it is hatred, even if it is a little bit of love and affection, I don't care, but don't let others get into your heart easily."

Avro grabbed Grace's shoulders, buried her head in Grace's arms, and said reluctantly with a weak cry,

"Even if it's for me, don't be too kind to others...otherwise I will be very sad."

Avro's words were stammering and incoherent, but Grace's unprecedented strong emotions burst out at this moment.

She thought of her clumsy self a long time ago, the self who gave her sincerity like a pure child.

The question is, is it possible for a heart that has been shattered and cannot be put back together to trust others again?

How can someone who doesn't understand love become so clingy...?

How could he give his sincerity to himself so easily?

How could you... be reluctant to push her away?