Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Not knowing why he felt so strange and uncomfortable, Avro held in his breath and agreed in a low voice.

With the help of Miss Sarah, the maid, the change of clothes had been quietly placed in the clothes basket next to the bathroom door.

A smooth and soft silk nightgown, a shaping bra that fits the shape of a girl's breasts, and soft white panties are lying quietly in the basket.

Next, she was responsible for handing the clothes to Grace and asking her to put them on.

Avro turned around and looked at the smooth and white back openly and unscrupulously for the first time.

The water droplets on the wet hair slid down wetly along the snow-white skin, and the slender arms like lotus joints were lazily resting on the shore, which made people feel wet.

Avro approached the girl step by step, a certain question always hidden in her heart. She held the basket and half-crouched and asked Grace who was only one step away,

"If you don't like me, why do you keep me at a distance?"

Grace's cold face was slightly red from being soaked in the steam, and her beautiful earlobes were also stained with this crimson color, which was as red as a hangover, which made people excited.

"Because it's you who need to keep your distance from me."

The muscles of his arms stagnated in place, Avro's eyes widened, and his heart beat violently as if the earth was shattering.

"How, how, how could it be?"

The crouching figure shook, and the girl's slender fingers holding the basket turned slightly white.

"Then tell me, why don't you dare to look at me now? Then why is my attitude so important to you?"

Grace said, carefully covering the shallow snow mounds and raising her head.

The words that are not straightforward leave enough room for imagination.

Do you... really... really have strange thoughts?

For Her Royal Highness... For my future sister-in-law...

How could I not dare to look at Grace...

Avro's dilated pupils seemed to be scattered by a siege ram. She shook her shoulders slightly in disbelief and forced herself to look at Grace.

The face was separated by less than forty centimeters, and the delicate red pupils were as clear as starlight.

On the wet cheeks of Her Royal Highness, the beautiful cherry lips were moist and moist as if they had been kissed, as exciting as fresh roses ready to be picked.

It's so unbearable that I can't help but think about what I did in the dream.

Avro's breathing was stagnant, and he couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

Are you dreaming?Is it a dream?

She stared at the girl in front of her, as if she had fallen into a deep whirlpool. She could no longer hear any sound in her ears. The sound of water flow, breathing, and heartbeat all disappeared.

Grace's moist lips moved slightly.

Her Royal Highness seemed to have said something, but Avro could no longer hear clearly.

She only saw Grace lift her other smooth white arm from the water, open her soft and moist palm, hook her fingers, and move her cheek forward, her long eyelashes flying like butterflies, as if Like kissing yourself.

Like an invitation.

Avro was in a daze and heard a clear gurgling sound in his throat.

She closed her eyes as if escaping, her white fingers tightly grasping the corners of her clothes to resist the urge to replay the scene in her dream, and her lips unconsciously moved forward.

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Little Gracie opened a painting studio, hoping to be exposed to different colors.

But her guests seemed to be people from different worlds.

A socially fearful rock girl.

A vigorous horse girl who aims to be undefeated and win three championships.

A seriously injured and dying bunny from Rhode Island.

A boy filled with hatred.

A great teacher who cares about the world.

The True Lord Crane who doesn’t know how to chat.

Uncle Aizen looks very warm-hearted.

93. How to spend the night?

Whispering, the water flowed quietly into the calm bath.

But the imaginary moment of soft lips touching did not actually happen.

But a clear question, "What are you doing? Avro?"

As if a heavy hammer hit his forehead, Avro woke up from a dream and opened his eyes in panic.

Grace was looking directly at herself with serious eyes, the corners of her mouth drooping, as if she was examining a heinous prisoner.

The wet water stains slowly slid along the side of the girl's face, on the white and tender skin, and flowed into the delicate collarbone.

? ?

I, I, I, I, what am I doing?

"That...that..."

His heart was pounding, and his body was red and hot as if he was immersed in boiling water. He was so panicked that he wanted to run away. Afro's half-crouched body fell straight backwards. In panic, he used his hands to support the wet body. It was on the ground that he wouldn't fall down.

Grace was not surprised. She tightly covered her petite chest that exuded feminine charm and pointed at the changing basket.

"Get me a towel."

"Ah... yes."

Avro's brain was overloaded and he nodded sluggishly as if he had lost his soul. His white and slender hands tremblingly reached into the basket.

What's wrong with me? Why do I think about these things that shouldn't happen every day?

Could it be that I...really...really like Grace?

Terrible thoughts are like nameless seeds planted in my heart, waiting to sprout when spring comes.

No, no, impossible!

Avro tensed up his muscles in fear at the thought.

No, no!Why did you approach Grace in the first place?

It's because she slandered the goddess and humiliated herself, and then...

How come I am rushing to serve Her Royal Highness the Princess to take a bath, and how come I am like this now?

Why?What kind of feeling is it...

The special emotion that broke the existing cognition made Avro feel unprecedented panic.

She wanted to run away, but her instinct told her to stay.

And a bad brain will always have endless itchy thoughts after experiencing last night's fantasy.

Even if he looked at Grace quietly, he would become anxious.

fine!fine!calm!calm!

Picking up the soft blanket with his fingertips, Avro lowered his head and handed the towel to Grace.

His slender arms were stained with water and he took away the towel cleanly.

How could it be possible that Her Royal Highness wanted to kiss...?What were you thinking about just now?

Avro couldn't bear to close his eyes and scolded himself for his frivolity.

The long eyelashes were trembling like timid butterfly wings, Afro's face was covered with an ambiguous flush, and Grace glanced quickly without saying anything.

The moment Avro closed her eyes, she already understood - the girl was asking for a kiss by posing like that.

And as long as Grace opens someone's panel, she can find a huge, pink [○○中?] prompt next to the title box of [Saint Afro].

For any lover, as long as he caters to her, the water of love will already splash out in the bathtub.

But Grace wouldn't do that.

She licked her lower lip gently, wiped her arms, and said nonchalantly:

"Don't worry about what I think, I won't fall in love with Avro... you. I just treat you like a family member."

"Yes, we will be a family in the future..."

Of course, this is just Grace's superficial calmness. There are more touching secrets under the iceberg that no one can see.

She was more entangled than Avro. She actually couldn't refuse Avro's request, but her reason reminded her to stay away.

She didn't want to be close to Afro anymore, but fate urged invisible power to bring the two together.

Emotional conflicts make people feel awkward, and it seems that they can never be their original selves again.

Such a ridiculous explanation did not make Avro feel at ease. Instead, she opened her eyes anxiously, eager for the answer to the question, and asked:

"Why do you keep talking about marrying your brother...? Didn't you tell me that you don't need to marry your brother?"

Grace didn't even raise her eyes, she continued to wipe gracefully and slowly, brushing against her thin arms like a lover's touch.

“Sometimes things are out of your control, so be prepared to face the tricks of fate.”

He had spoken so confidently before, but now he suddenly changed his words, which made Avro feel a little unreasonable.

I hate Grace's way of treating herself as sister-in-law, and her inexplicable attitude.

"I won't like Her Highness Grace either! Me! I will only dedicate everything I have to the goddess. Her Highness Grace, please stop having any strange thoughts as it will cause trouble."

With a dull feeling, Afro curled his lips and repeated it loudly and swornly.

Yes, that's right!

It was only a strange adolescent dream that led to my current state, and I forgot about it in a few days.

According to the rules of the church, those who have unethical thoughts about their future sister-in-law will be burned in hell when they go to hell.

"Then let's draw a clear line."

Grace raised her head tacitly and said the same words unwilling to be outdone.

The ambiguous atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle, and some invisible sense of victory overflowed childishly between the two.

The two of them were comparing each other for some reason, as if they were locked in a life-and-death duel. Once they bowed to each other, they would fall into the eighteenth level of hell and never be resurrected.

Avro took a deep breath and frowned, clenched his fists angrily, and said bravely:

"I just treat you as a good friend and someone to repay my gratitude to. Grace, you must not like me either."

"how could be?"

Grace snorted coldly and raised her lips with a smile, "The most I can do is bully you, ah, I will still be your sister-in-law in the future. So, you can't resist."

"is it?"

Hearing the word "sister-in-law", Avro's eyebrows and his heart skipped a beat. He bit his cheek and glanced at the girl's neck.

"...Is your collar still around your neck?!"

"It's ok."

Grace touched her swan-like neck and stared back coldly, "There are too many things that the collar can't do. I can still do whatever I want."

Everything is back to where it started, nothing has changed, but something seems to have changed.

"Turn around, I'm going to change clothes."

Grace's expression was slightly annoyed, and she waved her hand to Avro, asking her to turn around.

"..."

The atmosphere was no longer sticky, Afro stood up, turned around impatiently with slightly bulging cheeks, and kept tapping the slightly wet ground with his toes, like some kind of urging.

He said it as if he knew how to pronounce her ○!

The rushing water sounded again, and the girl's white body jumped up on the edge of the bath, followed by a rustling and ambiguous sound.