Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Having no experience in kissing, she had no idea how to respond and almost suffocated. Now she could only breathe in big gulps of fresh air.

Grace closed her eyes, feeling her pounding heart. A warm current surged in her heart, but her mind had never been so clear.

A kiss, just a kiss. I have kissed Victoria before.

I hate intimate physical contact, I hate betrayal, I hate the beast of desire, I hate Afro at this moment...

There are too many things in this world to hate, and no matter how painful the past was, we have already endured it.

It was just a kiss, and the personality named Grace would never lose her soul because of such a kiss.

"You...you clearly said you liked me...you're a liar."

At this moment, Afro, who was completely drunk, was murmuring in a barely audible voice against his neck.

At this point, Grace no longer needed to ask Afro to easily know that Afro had had a wet dream about her.

Therefore, her □□□ would rapidly grow to 90 points.

There is no doubt that Afro did not relieve himself in the bathroom.

But judging from the current results, the task of relieving Aphrodite's desires does not seem to have any serious consequences.

So far, Grace has not tasted the punishment brought by the system.

Therefore, the remaining task tonight is very simple, just coax Afulo to sleep.

Just pay a little attention to Aphrodite's emotions, and she can use the Ring of Reason to control her body to do things beyond her control.

The mind of a drunk person is the most difficult to guess, and there is basically no idea what to do next.

Grace doesn't want to keep a distance from Afro for the time being.

Such things are not good for Afuluo, and may even cause her spiritual heart to be shattered and her worldview to completely collapse.

Afro, you must not have the courage to face the changes in your beliefs now.

Grace thought for a long time, then gently placed her hand on Afro's back, patting him gently as if she were comforting a child to give him affirmative support.

She lowered her eyes, feeling the moisture of the other person still on her lips, and whispered softly into Afro's ear,

"No, Afro, I didn't lie to you...I like you very much."

"Um?……"

Afro nodded affectionately on her shoulder to show her approval. Her lips pressed hotly against her slender neck, and she whispered like a wronged dog,

"Then you...next time...next time, don't kiss me again."

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97. Rewards of the Night

Who kissed her first?

Afro's huge and soft body pressed against her chest.

Grace kept her body stiff, feeling the limp body of the drunk in her arms, and frowned in annoyance and helplessness.

Hated contact, but who could really be mad at a drunk?

"Well...I promise, I won't kiss you anymore."

She held back all the discomfort, and like an adult coaxing a kindergartener, she deliberately stretched out her voice, trying hard to hold her throat to make it sound less cold.

"Then can we go to sleep?"

Afro's soft body trembled slightly, and her disobedient claws pressed directly on Grace's slightly flat snow hill, trying to prop up her own body.

Grace's cheeks became slightly hot, her expression was not very friendly, and there was a kind of patient murderous intent in her embarrassment.

This guy must have done it on purpose.

Grace gritted her teeth and suppressed the irritability in her heart.

The girl's head was shaking, and in the dim moonlight she could just barely make out Afro's pouting lips, drooping eyes, and an aggrieved and pitiful expression on her face.

With watery eyes in her hazy drunken state, Afro rejected her in a coquettish voice.

"Sleep...? No."

Afro's appearance is holy and warm, and anyone who comes to see her will praise her as a perfect beauty.

Afro's drunken cheeks and clingy attitude made her look like the cutest pet dog in the world, with a tenderness that was irresistible.

Grace would not hate Afro because of her insolence, but she would feel so angry that she wanted to clench her fist because of her excessive demands.

The corners of Grace's mouth twitched.

The ambiguous passion of the kiss just now turned into a subtle, offended anger.

But Grace herself behaved very patiently. She lowered her voice and tried to communicate with Afro in a baby voice.

"Aphrodite, can you please take a closer look out the window?"

Grace held Afro's shoulder with one hand, and pointed the slender index finger of her other hand at the moonlight on the glass outside the window.

"It's already very late, huh? If I stay up too late, the goddess will be angry, right? I'm very sleepy today, so let's go to bed first, okay?"

Grace tried hard to communicate with Afro. All she wanted now was to go to bed early and spend this chaotic night in peace.

If we delay any longer, who knows what she will do?

"But...I'm so hot."

Afro's misty eyes were filled with confusion. She moved her beautiful hands from Grace's chest and tugged at her left sleeve as if she was going to take off her pajamas.

A large area of ​​shoulder skin as white as mutton-fat jade was exposed in the moonlight, and the white mixed together made people feel like the white snow under the moonlight.

From this, we can see how attractive Afro's beautiful and delicate body is under that thin pajamas.

Grace looked out the window. The biting winter wind was strong enough to turn into a sharp blade and scrape her cheeks red.

Stupid Afro! Are you still sending out ○ even when you are drunk?

Grace's drunken trance had long since disappeared under Afro's unexpected kiss.

"No, you're not hot, go to bed early."

She remained indifferent, like a monk in a temple who had been abstinent for a long time, and lifted someone's sleeve calmly.

But if he didn't use that sticky and coaxing tone, Afro would cry out like a wounded animal.

"Woo..."

She sat astride Grace, grabbed Grace's slender arms, and was about to cry.

"what happened again?"

Grace's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch, she slowed down her posture and coaxed softly.

The little golden beads slowly slid down the girl's cheeks and dripped into the messy whiteness of her collar like warm raindrops.

Grace clearly felt Afro's tears.

Are you that sad…?

"Woo woo, you were so mean to me just now..."

Afro lowered her head completely, like a tulip that had wilted due to not being moisturized for a long time.

What made her angry just now?

Grace had no idea what a drunk was thinking.

Now, she was like a straight man who was at a loss what to do when facing his girlfriend's anger. She could only dryly wipe away Afro's tears gently.

"I'm not cruel to you. How could I be cruel to you..."

I didn't care whether to wear gloves or not, or whether to touch or not.

There's no point in talking about this now.

But Afro quickly got into the mood, she mumbled childishly and vaguely,

"You...you told me to get out and said you hated me..."

The two aggrieved index fingers pointed gently, like a child who had done something wrong.

Why is it so annoying?

Grace, who rarely coaxed people, was now conscious of her rationality. She gently patted Afro's shoulder and coaxed him,

"No, no, you remembered it wrongly."

"Uh-huh..."

Afro, who had completely entered the hangover mode, let out an unwilling hum from the back of his throat.

She drunkenly moved her face closer, cautiously, as if trying to observe her own expression.

"Then why...why...why don't you eat my candy?"

Grace glanced at the cute face that was almost touching hers, with tears in her eyes, as if she had been severely bullied.

Who is bullying whom?

Grace couldn't help but complain wildly in her heart.

Now it was Afro who was suppressing me, and now I have to take care of her...

For some reason, she sighed with a hint of pampering and annoyance, and acted in a way that was inconsistent with her inner thoughts.

She explained softly, "Because I don't like sweets."

"Why!?"

Afro suddenly raised her voice and asked angrily,

"The candy is so delicious... Can you try a little of the one I gave you?"

"Sweet...sweet. You'll be happy if you eat it."

And the pair of beautiful hands that deserved to be treasured once again unscrupulously pressed against Grace's cheeks. She squeezed them hard and begged like a spoiled child,

"Don't be so... so cold to me. Smile at me more..."

Am I really so cold to her?

Why does she still miss it so much?

"Ha...Okay."

Grace didn't understand, but she could only let out a helpless sigh.

Then, in order to fulfill Afro's wish, she slightly raised the corners of her lips, revealing a somewhat forced smile that contained an expression of indulging someone's pampering.

She didn't know why she did this.

It’s just to please a drunkard anyway…right?

"Hehe~"

Afro's rosy face was curved with eyebrows and eyes, revealing a cute and honest smile.

She rubbed against me like an enthusiastic little animal, left a wet kiss on my cheek, and then made a vague humming sound of happiness from her throat.

"Grace~reward."

Kissing yourself again?

Grace touched the moisture on her cheek in astonishment, and her anger level rose slightly.

How come she's like a stupid dog? ! ! I can't stand it anymore, I have to coax her to sleep.

Grace wiped someone's saliva calmly and patted the soft bed. "We've kissed, should we go to sleep first?"

"don't want……"

Afro shook his head like a stupid kid, and his dishonest hands began to wander around Grace's waist.

"Where is my candy..."

She murmured to herself, as if she really wanted to find something from Grace.