Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Grace's words were enough to freeze everything, and they echoed coldly in the huge alchemy room.

"Your emotions are unnecessary. Didn't I teach you that last time?"

This was an almost one-sided and merciless trial.

Is there no need to worry?

Afro seemed to be ignited by a raging flame, her pupils suddenly shrank, and she repeated it incredulously,

"no need?"

With subconscious movements of his hands, he pressed the cold-mannered Grace onto the soft sofa.

Anger almost filled Afro's wide-open eyes. She pressed her shoulders harder and harder, roughly wrinkling Grace's clothes, while also pushing Grace's back against the sofa.

"Grace, you are simply...just an unreasonable egomaniac!!"

She lost her mind and yelled,

"Don't you know what I'm angry about? How can you be so conceited?"

The girl's golden hair drooped down and invaded her neckline. Waves of angry and burning breath hit her face. Grace was forced to look at Afro, but she still commented indifferently as usual.

"I am just this kind of person. What are you expecting..."

"Shut up!"

Afro's eyes turned red with anger at Grace's attitude. She simply covered Grace's lips with her soft hands, like some subtle, violent kiss.

"I'm telling you, Grace! The reason I'm angry is - you, why can you tell everyone about your plan, but not me?"

"Why is it that even my brother can do it in the end...but I can't?"

Afro became more and more angry as she spoke, as if the flames of hell were constantly burning her head. She lost her mind and simply sat on Grace's lap, asking questions at a very fast speed.

"And... why Nora? Didn't we agree that I'm the only person we trust? Is she really suitable for that position?"

"More suitable than you."

Grace roughly shook off Afro's hand and tried to push her away, but was suppressed by a strange force.

Grace's power is totally not enough in front of Afro.

This sentence was like adding fuel to the fire, crushing all her rationality in anger. Afro's face was gloomy, his eyes pierced directly into Grace's eyes, and he asked loudly,

"Suitable? What is suitable? Is it suitable to bandage your injured hand?"

"Then why didn't she protect you?"

Grace admitted that sincerity is the best killer move, but also admitted that she shouldn't be so confident as to provoke a beautiful and clean heart.

In the long journey of life, people always cannot help but fall into the social network woven by emotions between people.

Just like being entangled in spider silk, Grace tasted the taste of being trapped in her own cocoon.

At this time, Afro was still thinking about his injured hand.

"So, are you so angry now because you're jealous of Nora?"

As Grace spoke, she became more and more indifferent, and the coldness she exuded was enough to freeze all enthusiasm.

The expression on Afro's face was almost shattered as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. Endless disappointment at this moment invaded like a tide, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Her eyes were red again in bitterness and anger, and a hazy mist gradually covered them. She asked in a trembling voice,

"How could you... say something like that?"

"Why not?"

Grace glanced coldly in the direction of the window. Even though her eyes avoided, Grace still had no intention of giving in. She gritted her eyes and pounded her precarious sincerity as if she would never surrender.

"Then you...then you..."

A sense of betrayal that could not be tolerated by heaven and earth came over Afro, and her psychological defenses seemed to have been completely broken. She clenched the girl's dress tightly, trying to hold on to the last bit of her dignity.

She raised her head with tearful eyes filled with anger and despair. Under the dim yellow light, drops of clear tears like rain fell silently on Grace's clothes.

"It was obviously you who took the initiative... Why did you come into my life, why did you say those things to me, why did you go to Nora!"

After venting, Afro took a deep breath, her sobs were as subtle as the cry of a small animal. She asked carefully,

"Grace, do you think it's fun to play with other people's emotions?"

Grace found it a little unreasonable. How could Afro say such a thing?

What she hates most in her life is betrayal. She won't trust anyone, but she won't betray anyone either.

Language is one step ahead of thought. Grace almost didn't even pause before she spoke out her rebuttal.

"That's because she's a subordinate!! And you..."

Her heart suddenly began to pound like an intense drumbeat, her red pupils widened in dismay, and Grace immediately shut her mouth.

"And I...?"

Afro murmured again in disbelief.

After that, smart people can reach the answer tacitly without expressing it in words.

What the princess has not said is - you are different.

122. Stethoscope Kiss Play

No one will hate being liked by the person they like or being cared for by the person they care about. This is the happiest moment in a short life.

Bang! Aphrodite's pupils shrank in an instant, and Cupid's arrow hit the bull's eye.

The cold winter has passed, and the thousands of trees and flowers in my heart are blooming, called the seeds of love

It only takes a few short sentences to go from a dead heart to a shining heart full of tears.

At the same time, the hand that was grabbing Grace's collar slowly loosened as if it was defeated.

Aphrodite's tearful eyes stared at Her Royal Highness the Princess with an indescribable joy.

She longed for a response, so she asked again in a low, cautious voice, "It's different, isn't it?"

The drooping hair fell intimately into the neck, like the spider silk entangled by a lover, binding Grace tightly.

She had no way to escape, and could only use her uninjured left hand to firmly support herself on the sofa, trying to prevent herself from being completely suppressed.

For cute dogs, just a little bit of love will attract them like moths to a flame.

The same is true for Afro now.

The girl's weight pressed down heavily on her, leaving Grace with no escape route behind.

The expression that was originally disguised as coldness is gradually collapsing.

With her left cheek pressed against the dimly lit sofa, Grace fled like a cat with its tail between its legs as the enemy approached her.

There was no way to look at Afro's burning eyes anymore.

He could only stare blankly at the messy sofa on the left, where clothes, medical tools and towels were randomly placed.

She thought that with a kind and pure heart, she would do something beyond imagination.

But I didn't expect Afro's attitude to be so resolute and tough.

Yes, Afro is an unusual...person.

She was clearly holding back tears pitifully in front of him the last second, and she clearly looked like someone who could be fooled by just one word.

Grace was forced into a corner, and like a little animal with nowhere to go, she shrank her pretty face towards her shoulders.

She just wanted to avoid the fresh gardenia scent of Aphrodite and the gaze that was eager for a response.

A strong hand was placed on the cheek, blocking Grace's view. It was the girl's fair and delicate wrist.

And the warm breath gradually approached and hit the sensitive neck. The overly intimate thing forced Grace to face the fact that she was pressed down.

"Grace, why don't you speak? Is it difficult to face your true feelings?"

Afro's gentle voice was like a lover's whisper.

Grace found it a little unreasonable - how could Afro have the nerve to say such a thing?

Didn't she say first that she would not give up her belief in the so-called goddess?

"Ah……"

Grace sulked secretly, still unwilling to meet her gaze.

She lowered her eyes, and without even looking, she could imagine Afro's sparkling eyes, like a dog's.

Then, the next second, Afro's cheek moved to the left again.

There was a faint yellow chandelier on in the room, but Afro couldn't hide the star-like sparkling light in her eyes.

The desire for a response is written on almost every inch of the girl's face, even if the final result is no response.

Grace let out a long breath from her nose, pursed her lips, and shifted her cold and sullen face to the other side.

The alchemy room was very quiet, the howling of the cold winter wind was blocked out, and Afro's heartbeat was pounding.

The slightly cold body coupled with a few subtle movements makes people unable to help but indulge in the ambiguous atmosphere.

The cherry-colored lips almost brushed against Afro's chin in the process of turning her head, which was extremely heart-warming.

Because Aphrodite used her legs as the boundary of the prison, Her Royal Highness was trapped in the small cage like a lamb to be slaughtered.

In Afro's field of vision, Grace's cheeks were clenched, her eyes were flickering, her eyelashes were trembling, and her body was pressed against the sofa.

There was a blush on the girl's tender and immature profile, which was not sure whether it was anger or shyness, and she looked like she was ready to be picked by anyone.

The white neck was stretched out, the blue veins were visible, and it looked so fragile that it seemed like it could be broken with a slight twist.

From a bird's-eye view, Grace is completely different from her superior self. She is so weak that she seems like a weak person who can be easily controlled.

Her Royal Highness is in a very weak condition...

But Afro's throat rose and fell unconsciously. She finally understood why vampires that sucked human blood were born in fantasy stories...

But the skin on Grace's neck was not as flawless as before.

Under the black and red collar used for control, the white gauze that deliberately concealed the scars under the halter neck of the black gauze dress looked particularly shocking.

Grace also suffered an injury to her neck.

How could Nora be like this? How on earth could she do her job as a personal maid?

Afro's brows drooped nervously. She slowly reached out to undo the halter around her neck, while moving her face closer to observe Grace's expression.

When her white and delicate hand was about to touch the halter neck, Grace finally grabbed Afro's hand impatiently.

"That's enough! Isn't it time to end this farce?"

With her thin eyebrows raised, Grace looked at Afro angrily, like a little tiger on alert with its fangs and claws bared.

She almost gritted her teeth and squeezed out, "Afro! Don't be too pushy!"

Afro was not lost. The so-called gloom and all the tears had long been swept away.

She was just filled with empathy and pain, and she said with some grievance as if she was whispering,

"I... saw that you had an injury on your neck... I wanted to take a look..."

Her beautiful eyes blinked twice, and she looked pitiful, as if Grace was the pervert who was on top of her.

In the second when Grace paused, Afro quietly moved his cheek closer to hers, reaching the perfect distance for kissing.

The ambiguity reached its peak, between the girls, between eyes, between cold and hot bodies.

And Aphrodite is so clean and pure...she is undoubtedly melting the ice in Grace's universe like a spring breeze.

How could I say no to Afro?

Grace almost couldn't bear it, her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, she hurriedly closed her eyes, but frowned and uttered cold words,

"Just a little scratch."

At the same time, he put his hand against Afro's forehead, trying to push her away.

The current situation is terrible.

In silence, two people who have a good impression of each other being alone is the best catalyst for ambiguity, not to mention the posture that allows them to kiss at any time.