Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

The drunkenness came quickly. Not long after Avro drank, his clear eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

She came closer, her lovely cheeks were a little round and voluptuous, and her tone became a little soft, as if she was coquettishly.

"Have you ever felt the warm light surge in your heart?"

"No……"

Grace shook her head with regret and looked down at her heart.

You can only feel the scorching warmth inside, but you can't see the magic light group.

"Your Highness Grace, you really don't have magic ability..."

The blush on Avro's face became more conspicuous due to the alcohol. She exhaled slightly when speaking, spraying the ambiguous alcohol invisibly like a mature woman's teasing.

"But how did His Highness use the Holy Flame Technique?"

So close!

Grace quietly stepped aside to prevent Avro's head from resting on her shoulder, and couldn't help but take a sip of the wine.

"secret."

Avro seems to be the type of person who drinks very little but always wants to drink after drinking.

"Speaking of it, there are always many special things about His Highness, which make people feel very far away."

Avro was leaning on the bedside, holding up a goblet, with pitiful eyes like a pet that was about to be abandoned, "You haven't understood what His Highness likes?"

After saying that, she added some Amontillado sherry to herself. She shook the goblet, looked at herself reflected in the yellow wine, and murmured,

"Piano? Reading? Or something else?"

She turned her head and blinked with slightly rippling eyes, confused and wanting an answer.

Amontillado sherry is a wine with a relatively high alcohol content, and it is something that even a drunkard will overturn if he drinks too much.

The frail Grace drank half a glass and felt a little dizzy. However, she was not drunk. Instead, she felt very sober and as light as a swallow.

"I like……"

She stared at Afro, whose cheeks were red, and her moist lips were slightly opened, but she hesitated to speak.

But when someone like Grace said something like this in a dazed and drunken manner, it was hard not to think about it.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Avro's eyes were darting around like she was being electrocuted, and she felt as if her whole ears were on fire. She couldn't help but drink all the wine in the glass in one gulp to relieve her heat.

But this can no longer be suppressed by simply drinking water and alcohol.

Desire is like a dam that is getting higher and higher. It would be great if it could be channeled, but Afro can't find a way to relieve it. He can only wait in ignorance for the moment when the dam breaks.

"I like challenges..."

After a long time, the cold voice slowly said her answer.

Swallowing with a growl in his throat, Avro tilted his head and looked at the moonlight outside the window, his soft voice becoming slightly hoarse due to his nameless endurance.

"Really? It's fun to challenge yourself in life."

"I'm curious about one thing. What did you do yesterday? Why did you blush so much when you saw me?"

Grace's cold voice was like a hammer of torture. Although the voice was small, it reached the most difficult part for Avro to face.

Avro crossed her legs uneasily. Under the influence of alcohol, she only felt hot all over her body. She needed to touch something cold to make the burning heat subside.

Avro's body trembled slightly.

Like a spark that ignited a fire, Avro's face suddenly turned as red as a cooked lobster. It was a heat that could not be blown away no matter how cold the wind was.

She closed her eyes to suppress her shyness, and even wanted to cover herself in the quilt.

"If Your Highness Grace tells me, I will tell you your secret."

The atmosphere was so thick that it felt as if it were slippery in the south. Everything was wet, including the bed.

The heart was pounding, pounding, as if it was accompaniment for the last dance in life.

It seemed that something special was going to happen next, and Avro's premonition was particularly strong.

"Hey, Avro, are you... thinking of something strange in your mind?"

Grace's questioning voice came to her ears.

She also drank wine, and her cold voice was like the softened spring snow in winter, with a soft tone and a lingering ending.

"No."

With his remaining sanity, Avro covered his entire face with his elbow, and his retort was weak.

Alcohol also softened Grace's frozen heart, and she began to take the initiative to ask about Avro's past for the first time.

"Then have you ever betrayed anyone?"

"no!"

This time my answer was particularly firm because I had confidence.

Avro opened her eyes hazily, and she saw Grace leaning against the head of the bed, hugging her thin legs.

Grace no longer looks like a high-ranking princess, nor is she a crazy yet calm slanderer, just like...

It was like a kitten that had been hurt by someone, so it could only sit in a small street corner and wait for death without saying a word.

But she is different from cats. She is more difficult to deal with and cuter than cats.

Her pupils were a little cloudy due to the drunkenness, and her cheeks were a touching blush. Grace put her cheeks on her knees, tilted her head slightly and said:

"Then don't trust others too much next time."

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing."

Grace took a sip of wine from her kissable lips, and rubbed her knees as if she was in someone's arms.

"I just think kids like you are easily deceived...don't trust others too much next time, and I won't trust you either."

Avro felt a little unbelievable, she patted her chest, her clean eyes were as mesmerizing as bright stars.

"Am I going to be deceived? Your Highness Grace underestimates me too much. My eyes have never seen the wrong person."

She looked at the lovely drunken face of Her Royal Highness, and couldn't help but whisper softly and with hidden love:

"I can see a beautiful white flower hidden in His Highness's eyes."

"Are there white flowers in your eyes?"

Grace blinked as if touched, the corners of her mouth drooped, as if she didn't care about her words, but her speaking eyes contained emotions that only she could understand.

"That's a beautiful meaning."

Grace's pupils opened slightly, and she smiled sincerely for the first time, like a beautiful epiphyllum blooming quietly on a moonlit night.

"This is the first time in my life that I heard such a special comment."

Avro's heart was beating violently, and her eyes were incredibly wide. For a moment, she felt as if she had touched the true heart of Her Royal Highness.

A strong intuition tells me that if I don't catch it this time, I will disappear from the world like a fleeting meteor.

"Your Highness Grace, no... Grace, can you tell me your past?"

Afro drank all the wine in her hand, put it on the bedside table with a bang, and moved closer to Grace.

Grace blinked her bright red eyes, and her black hair fell down on the black dress of tulle lace, like a distant dark ghost.

"Do you really want to know?"

"I really want to know."

The firm and urgent words are more urgent than ever.

Drunk, Afro no longer cared about those childish "whoever likes it loses" breath-holding competitions.

She just wanted to speak from her heart, the sincere words that spoke from the deepest part of her heart.

Avro moved closer to Grace, almost touching the soft skin between her arms.

"Grace, you know what? Your attitude was really annoying at first. You were full of falsehoods and showed no respect for people. I really hoped that the goddess would send down a decree to punish you."

"But actually I don't hate you that much..."

She lowered her head shyly, "I'm surprised, I obviously did something like that. Is it because we are both women?"

"Even if I were a woman I couldn't do such a thing."

Grace turned her head and said, her eyes showing the clearest sense in her drunkenness.

"So Grace, you know, then can you tell me why?"

Avro also turned his head, and their eyes were completely parallel at this moment, with a unique attraction like a satellite and a lonely planet.

"What are you entangled with, what are you worried about, why do you look so lonely sometimes..."

No matter how hard Avro tried, it was useless. The heavy hammer could never break through the thick wall of the heart.

Grace chose to take the initiative to look away. "There is nothing, and I am not worth knowing. My heart is barren."

She is still the snow in early spring, she will only wait for the sun to shine and die silently.

It seems like it's just a little bit off, just a little bit off.

Avro clenched her fists, gritted her teeth and exhaled a breath. This time she chose to take the initiative.

She took the initiative to reach out her hand and forcefully straighten the girl's cheeks, and the hot smell of wine touched Grace's cheeks warmly.

"I'm really curious, please, tell me, I want to know the answer. I want to understand your heart, Grace."

“I want to be the one who walks into the wilderness.”

Avro spoke firmly and word by word, as if no one in the world could stop what she was thinking.

95. Forced kiss on Grace

An overly strong will was revealed from those burning blue eyes that were immersed in drunkenness.

Her breathing was disordered due to alcohol, and Grace's pupils were trembling. She neatly pushed away the girl's arms and turned her head to look out the window into the deep night.

He didn't dare to look at Avro anymore.

She was afraid that her hot heart, which knew it was impossible to do but did something, would wait for the iron tree to bloom or for the crow to say love words.

I can't control relationships, I can't control people, I can't control this sudden and heart-warming ambiguity.

Grace lowered her head. She should have assumed an unattainable posture, but instead she lowered her head in despair.

"Desolation is desolation, there is nothing, there is no need to make futile efforts."

Perhaps it is Avro's nature to firmly choose what he wants.

Avro did not flinch, she took a deep breath as if she was brewing something.

Alcohol always gives people the courage to face it.

The quiet and ambiguous atmosphere made the thoughts in Avro's mind particularly clear.

Her drunken body crawled on the bed recklessly and came to Grace's eyes.

The burning heart that knew it was impossible to do but did it retorted relentlessly,

"But beautiful wild flowers will also grow in the barren fields."

The drunken voice was as deafening as the sound of a bell in Grace's ears.

Sincere emotions have the power to shake people's hearts at any time.

Those green eyes, full of sincerity and determination at all times, are really humbling.

The ruins of the soul are gradually being shaken in front of this sincerity that is more dazzling than gold.

Avro obviously didn't put any pressure on her, but Grace's green fingers couldn't help but grasp the sheets.

"what……"

sigh.