Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"Good afternoon, Your Highness Grace."

Grace wanted to raise her eyes to look at her, but she lowered her head inexplicably arrogantly. Her eyes were forced to focus on the words of the long book - the royal family of the Principality of Ibro possesses forbidden power...

The footsteps gradually stopped in front of the bed. Avro lowered his head and deliberately waved in front of Grace with his long, white hands.

"Why are you ignoring me? Your Highness Grace?"

"I'm reading a book." Grace didn't even raise her head, she just answered coldly.

To be honest, she was thinking about how she should tell Avro - Hey, you play the chair and I sit on you?

Anyone who hears this will raise a big question mark and call the police, right?

Grace began to wonder if the system was torturing her.

But Afro, who didn't know this, was innocently concerned about herself. She smiled and put her hand on the book.

The white and slender five fingers are as clear and slender as peeled onion roots, like some kind of treasure worth collecting, and there is an astonishing beauty in the clear bones.

It is very friendly to hand control...

But now, Grace only feels that this hand is like the kind of dog's paw that forcibly blocks the work after being ignored by the owner.

"I brought you a special potion today? This will help your ankle recover quickly."

This was a topic that interested Grace. She raised her eyebrows slightly and closed the book neatly.

"Ah! Grace, you pinched my hand."

Who told you to put your paws randomly?

Grace glared at her, then quietly opened the book and released the girl's hand.

"How long does it take to get out of bed after drinking?"

Afro sat beside the bed, her green eyes brighter than a spring day.

"Brother said seven or eight days, I'm not sure."

If you're not sure, do you dare to give me a drink?

Grace sighed and finally whispered her thanks, "Thank you, Afro."

Avro raised his head proudly, his long eyelashes blinking like butterfly wings, and his slender legs were half-draped on the edge of the bed, swaying back and forth happily. "You're welcome, it's as it should be. After all, it was you who saved me."

She seemed to have remembered something and moved her body closer, and asked curiously,

"By the way, do you need my help with your physical problems today?"

"..."

Did she not understand, or did she do it on purpose?

Grace was silent for a moment, the veins on her forehead popped out, and she couldn't help but squeeze her fists.

Thinking of yesterday's scene of embarrassment and loss of self-esteem, Grace felt that her ears were about to burn and turn red.

Because she had never lost, and because she had only enjoyed victory, Grace found it difficult to accept such shameful things.

Her eyes turned to the blond girl, and she couldn't help but asked softly,

"Aphro... have you ever felt that you resemble a creature sometimes?"

"If it is a creature, it should be a pigeon, right? In fact, I am not sure myself, but I know very well what kind of creature Her Highness Grace is."

Avro also glanced at Grace's cold and alienated face with burning eyes, and made a comment with a smile on his face,

"It's a cat. It's the kind of ferocious, cold wild cat on the roadside, but it's very cute."

The instinct of memory returned to the modern era where steel forests are everywhere. Grace thought of her ex and said with love in her beautiful eyebrows.

——"Actually, it's even cuter than a cat. Can you imitate a cat's meow? That would be very exciting."

"As long as you do as you say, sister, I will do what you like, okay?"

That woman! !Treat yourself completely as her cat!A pet that you love when you are happy and abandon when you are unhappy!

The instinctive resistance makes people want to end this topic.

Grace gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then spit it out in small mouths, her chest rising and falling to calm down her emotions.

I feel bad, just thinking about her makes me feel bad.

Grace was too lazy to care about Avro's thoughts.

"Afro, did I tell you that if you come to see me, I will bully you?"

She pointed at the desk chair unreasonably and gave orders to Avro in an indifferent tone like a wicked woman.

"Can you pretend to be furniture now? For example, let me sit on that chair?"

79.? Grace is soft and blushing? Hehe

"Eh?"

The freely swinging calves beside the bed stopped for an instant, and the smile on Avro's face froze.

She blinked her green eyes, locked her slender eyebrows in disgust, and looked at Her Royal Highness as if she were looking at a weirdo.

"Your Highness Grace, do you know what strange words you are saying?"

Grace was not surprised by Avro's look.

Sometimes, she even feels that her words and deeds are inconsistent... But people are such twisted and tangled characters.

Grace was lying on the bed with a calm face, her fingers crossed in front of her abdomen, and her right thumb tapped anxiously and quickly.

She felt a little nervous, but she thought that she should be able to calm down and do what she wanted to achieve.

You can even endure the pain of a broken ankle, and you are not afraid of death. Why are you afraid now?

Just use it.

The wall of her heart was repaired by her inner determination, and Grace regained her original arrogance.

She raised her head and looked up with a frosty face, facing the condescending Avro. Her sharp aura filled the quiet air with invisible thorns.

"I've told you twice before, it doesn't matter. I don't want to repeat it again."

The girl said, glancing at the closed golden door with gloomy eyes, "Just go out if you don't want to."

There was no trace of friendliness in his tone.

Her Royal Highness's body seemed to be surrounded by a layer of frozen frost, and a bone-chilling coldness hit her at the slightest approach.

But Afro has completely deciphered Grace's behavior.

That's duplicity, plus a little bit of bluff.

Like an obedient puppy that was pushed inexplicably by its owner, not only did it not get angry, but it turned over. Avro frowned and gently rubbed his slender calves under the quilt with his elbow.

"It's so sudden...why do you look so reluctant every time I compliment you?"

She came closer without mercy, her eyes were sincere and clean, enough to purify all the hypocrisy in this world.

"Isn't it shameful for a girl to be praised? Grace is so awkward."

Grace's heart had calmed down due to her strong self-control, her eyes were half lowered, and she spoke a few cold words from her lips unmoved.

"Are you going to do it?"

The questions he asked softly, word for word, seemed ambiguous and dangerous in the atmosphere where there were only two of them.

"Um……?"

Avro frowned, tilted his head and took a step closer to look at Grace.

Her body, half lying on the bed, was almost falling on top of her.

"Is it that strange curse again...?"

Afro is in the prime of youth like a flower. Tiny downs are clearly visible on her childish face. Her pores are almost invisible on her body that has been blessed by God, and her skin is like a snowfield.

The naturally upturned corners of her lips and the gentle almond-shaped eyes like a dog endow her with a kind, reliable, compassionate and holy temperament.

But now her cheeks were inexplicably stained with a slight blush.

Let this temperament become a little subtle.

Grace kept the corners of her mouth drooping, like white flowers on an unattainable cliff, and said coldly:

"I'll give you five seconds to think... you can go out if you don't want to, and you won't be here tomorrow."

"Huh? That?"

Avro's pupils suddenly shrank, and her long eyelashes blinked wildly, feeling a little confused.

"Five...four...three..."

Grace raised her beautiful white palms mercilessly, pressing down one by one the time Afro was thinking during the countdown.

Avro's favorability is 62, which is the favor he earned by risking his life to hand over his back to Avro in a life-or-death crisis.

At the same time, it also means that you are more than a friend but not a lover. The emotions during this period are the most itchy and unbearable.

Avro obviously didn't want to give up. Her expression was furrowed, as if she was in a state of intense conflict.

"two……"

The little finger that symbolized the end was about to be pressed, and Afro's wrinkled brows relaxed like a compromise.

"Wait, wait, wait..."

She stopped Grace, scanned the room hesitantly, and asked blankly and a little shyly:

"Then how...how do I do it? How do I act as a chair?"

This expression is far different from the way she initially would rather die than surrender and defend her self-respect to the death.

Sure enough...if you have enough favorability, you can do whatever you want?

The expression on Grace's face is still arrogant, and the slightly raised eyebrows and corners of her mouth represent the current joy, like a proud cat.

"Of course it is..."

The girl's words froze along with her expression.

How to do it?

Grace knows how to love someone and how to kiss someone.

The desire to kiss and touch is, most of the time, genuine.

But to be honest, her education from childhood to adulthood allowed her to maintain the bottom line that a human being must uphold.

The real beating made her understand the unspoken rules of the world.

Even though she is superior, she does not understand these taboo knowledge and does not want to humiliate others without any injustice or grudge.

"Your Highness Grace, don't you think you are right?"

Afro said with a smile on her face. If her face wasn't so clean and simple, Grace would have thought she was laughing at herself.

"Ah."

Grace sneered, she reached over Avro's soft body and picked up the lace gloves placed on the bedside table.

The slightly transparent lace passed through the beautiful and slender fingers bit by bit, covering the delicate skin. Grace looked at the dark brown cashmere carpet coldly and suggested,

"You try lying on all fours on the ground?"

Avro followed her gaze with a serious face. She thought seriously for two seconds and found the loophole.

"If I sit like this all the time, my waist won't be able to bear it, right? But it doesn't matter if I just sit for a while."

Finally, her eyes swept over Grace with concern, and she even began to think about Grace.

"Besides, Your Highness Grace, it's not convenient for you to sit up like this, right? If I'm on all fours, it will be very inconvenient for you to toss your ankles like this."

The gleaming green pupils were shining with anticipation, eager to try.

It's like a big golden retriever that waits for its owner to throw a ball and presses its paws happily.

"..."

Grace was silent.