Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Grace's tone became more forceful, as if she was not facing the person next to her but some life-and-death enemy.

The overly cold attitude seemed as if the momentary lapse was just an hallucination caused by Avro's trance.

Avro felt an indescribable sense of grievance for no reason.

We already have that kind of relationship, why are we still pretending to be so cold?

Others who didn't know thought they had a fight with her yesterday?

Grace, why on earth don’t you dare to face your heart?

"But..." - It was just a chance encounter, and we are not enemies.

Afro's chest was filled with an uncontrollable breath, and she couldn't help but move closer to Grace.

Before what she wanted to say came out, she saw Her Royal Highness take a step back again.

"enough!"

The cold voice stopped Avro's actions.

"Can you please keep some distance from me for now? There is a proper sense of distance between people. I want to calm down now. Is this difficult?"

The anxious, sharp sounds, and the too obvious arc of retreat allowed Avro to 100% confirm that Grace was afraid of herself.

The relationship between the two should be intimate, so why is she afraid?

Because of me?Are you still angry?

The expectant smile on Avro's face was frozen instantly and turned a little pale. She barely maintained her expression to prevent her collapse from being too ugly.

The raised fingers stopped awkwardly in the air, like a fly that hit a wall and didn't know where to go.

"You...Grace, are you afraid of me?"

She didn't know how to explain it to Grace.

Because the desire generated by liking it too much controlled me, so that's why you did that?

That’s too bad. No matter in any form, rejection is rejection. As long as there is no agreement, you can’t do such intimate things...

But...but, the strong feelings have reached their due level, so they urgently want to kiss and get close.

Avro didn't know how to look into Grace's eyes.

Those clear eyes that were always different from her cold appearance, what emotions do they contain when they look at themselves now?

"I...I'm sorry, I just...because I like Grace so much that my heart will beat fast every time I see Grace."

Nervous Avro lowered his head, like a desperate man struggling to climb on the edge of a dangerous cliff, speaking his true words bit by bit with great care,

"I don't want to see Grace getting closer to other people, and I don't want Grace to ignore me. I want to see Grace relaxed and happy after being liked."

"I don't like you living in the cold winter. I don't want to see you walking in the wilderness again. I hope one day you can open your heart and don't have to live so lonely."

Avro's right hand gently touched the beating heart, while his nervous left hand pulled at the corner of his clothes awkwardly.

Boom, boom, boom, the rapid and fierce sound is announcing a certain fact to myself all the time.

"I'm sorry for doing such a thing. I also wanted to restrain myself, but my heart told me not to allow it."

Yes, love has become a wave in the glow, ebbing and flowing, so passionate that it will never stop.

But from Grace’s point of view, it would be baffling, right?

Liking doesn't mean doing whatever you want.

Avro's head seemed to be hung by a huge boulder, falling more and more heavily, and the index fingers of his hands were twisting around like a spiral.

The gentle voice becomes thin due to self-blame,

"Forcing you to do something like that together the day before yesterday was all..."

My fault.

Before Avro finished speaking, a pair of soft hands covered his lips eagerly.

It is the delicate and white palm of Her Highness Grace.

It has an elegant and fresh jasmine fragrance, with a bit of winter chill, rather like an ambiguous kiss.

"you!!!"

Grace's voice was rarely so urgent and profound, and she lowered her voice sharply but with great restraint.

what?

Avro raised her head blankly. She had not yet been freed from the emotion of self-blame and did not understand the meaning of Her Highness Grace's move.

Not only did those delicate hands cover her mouth desperately, but the other hand also grabbed her sleeve, as if she wanted to pull him into her arms as intimately as possible.

Avro never knew that Grace's body, which was so weak that it was about to be blown away by the wind, could have such great strength.

Grace what does she, she, she mean?

Avro's brain was running at high speed, thinking about the meaning of the action, while his peripheral vision glanced at Grace guiltily.

She was always calm and composed, with a faint blush rising from her cheeks, like the thousands of rays of light at dusk.

The red pupils shrank to a point like needles, and there was a trace of indistinct anxiety than usual.

"What are you talking about?"

Grace grabbed the person behind the marble pillar, so that the two of them had a clear blind spot with the dozens of tables placed under the court.

Behind the stone pillar that the public could not peek into, Avro's body was inexplicably close to Grace's again.

Grace's left shoulder and slightly flat chest, with the tenderness of a girl, touched her right arm heart-warmingly.

She is still as strong as before, in an irresistible position, and always wants to keep others away, but her essence is as easy to tease as a young girl in spring.

At the top of the neck wrapped by the collar, there is an imaginative pink-white color.

"Afro, you really have no shame at all. Do you know..."

Like an ascetic who has been restrained for a long time and feels ashamed after breaking a taboo, she lowered her voice and cursed angrily with some shame and anger,

"If you say this in front of children, you will teach them bad things. Are you out of your mind?"

Avro stayed in place like a stiff puppet.

She didn't know if the children heard it, but now Grace wanted to kiss her.

160. Afro’s mind is full of things??

It’s not a quiet restaurant with dozens of children gathered around.

The chattering sound of discussion echoed throughout the cafeteria, and Avro's eardrums were completely occupied by their young and clear voices.

The Adam's apple on the slender neck rolled up and down, and Avro could clearly hear the sound of his own swallowing.

Even though she had a hundred kinds of likes and the desire in her heart was about to explode at the top of her heart, she didn't take action.

Because Grace will not like it and she will ignore herself.

But why... Grace always escapes?

She tried hard to keep her body as stiff as a piece of wood that she wanted to get closer to.

Avro's longing eyes dodged, but a blush appeared on his cheeks unconsciously, and he murmured softly:

"How could you possibly hear it, from such a distance..."

Suddenly realizing that she was too close, Grace took two steps back as if she was electrocuted and let go of Avro.

"Then how could you say something like that?"

Grace calmly asked with a straight face.

It's a pity that her face is extremely thin in front of children, and the light pink color like peach blossoms has not faded away.

Really... I like it very much.

It was exactly the same as the last time when I blushed and asked myself to help go to the bathroom.

Lightly, like a piece of peach petals falling into the lake, ripples appeared in Avro's heart.

"I just said it because I liked it." - Afro looked at Grace secretly and couldn't help but tell the truth.

Grace's eyes trembled, and she exhaled a breath of surprise. She opened her lips slightly and wanted to say something, but said nothing. In the end, she only said:

"I really can't stand you anymore..."

Avro: "What can't you stand?"

The tips of her beautiful ears seemed to be flushed with a more alluring pink color, but Grace's eyes were so gloomy that they were almost killing people. She gritted her teeth and asked word by word:

"You deliberately?"

In the end, she suppressed some emotions as if she was compromising, folded her hands, and asked:

"Forget it, do you have anything else to say? It's nothing important, I'll leave first."

"I……"

Before Avro finished speaking, Grace seemed to have some bad premonition.

She announced softly in advance in a faster and emotionless voice:

"Besides, if you like it or not, I'll take the carriage out right away and leave here."

Avro blinked his harmless eyes innocently, as if he was obeying his mother's scolding, and shook his head.

"No... I just want to ask why you always pretend to dislike me? You can obviously just talk nicely... and you can communicate."

His voice was as thin as a gnat, and he had no confidence.

Grace showed a hopeless expression, and she raised her palm to signal the end of the conversation.

"It ends here."

"Don't wait for me to finish..."

Avro glanced at Grace aggrievedly, and she carefully explored the expression changes on Grace's face, like a golden retriever with drooped ears observing its owner.

"I say I like you every day because I feel that if I don't say it one day, you will... leave me. That feeling is so sad."

Grace's cautious red eyes turned, and she thought seriously for several seconds. Finally, as if she had made some kind of determination, she said in a deep voice:

"I will not leave you... This is my promise. The reason why I ignore you is to ask what is going on in your head."

Her delicate eyebrows were knitted together, and Grace's eyes were firmly locked on Avro's eyes, like some kind of trial.

The eye-to-eye distance is about [-] centimeters, which is a very safe social distance.

Grace's eyes were always that way, clear, tenacious, and repellent.

But just such an overly direct and indifferent look made the heat on Avro's cheeks rise sharply.

The gaze between lovers is like a whirlpool with the most profound attraction in the universe, causing reason to fall desperately.

Grace...I like it so much...

Avro was in this state, his head was a little dizzy as if he was sleepwalking.

"Don't you think I don't know what you are thinking?"

The girl's voice was like cold spring water flowing down from the top of the mountain, bringing back some pink memories that made people blush and their hearts beat.

Avro looked away in panic and said stumblingly,

"Think, think, think about something..."

"You! Are you worthy of your faith?"

Grace raised her hand as if she wanted to knock Avro on the head, but stopped in mid-air due to restraint.

What does it mean to be sorry for faith?It's obviously Grace's fault!

Avro pursed her lips in a depressed manner, suppressed all her lingering thoughts, and said seriously:

"Of course I'm worthy of it, and I'm worthy of you too."

Grace was silent again because of Avro. It was really...a stupid duck with a tough mouth, a stupid pig not afraid of boiling water!

"never mind."