Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

But Afro is like this. No matter how many times she is defeated, she never gives up and shows her true heart to others.

Grace, who was still recovering from a cold, had no way to push away the strange power and was completely restrained by Afro.

But it's not forced.

A warm force was coming from across the air, and at the same time the injured hand was infused with inexplicable power.

Grace opened her eyes and found that Afro was carefully performing magic to restore vitality through the air.

She lowered her head and did not look at him. She was meticulous and serious, like a devout pilgrim.

Selfish yet respectful.

"It hurts to be injured..."

She passed the fluorescent blue light over, while muttering in a tiny voice,

"If I were here... you wouldn't get hurt at all. Ah..."

Afro seemed to remember something and seemed a little annoyed about what she had said, but she continued to complain softly like a nagging wife.

"If you hadn't acted on your own during that illusion last time... you wouldn't have been hurt at all."

"Grace, you must need someone who can hold you back."

After saying that, Afro raised her head and smiled faintly, her intoxicating tenderness spreading silently, like bathing in the warm spring sunshine.

Grace really felt that she had met her nemesis and there was really nothing she could do to Afro.

What on earth is this guy thinking?

She was so reckless at the beginning, and so angry and upset just now, how come she deflated like a punctured balloon?

The atmosphere even began to become soft and ambiguous.

Grace took a deep breath, and her rising and falling chest would brush against Afro's soft and plump female breasts at a very close distance even between breaths.

The relationship between her and I was already on the edge of ambiguity.

Now I don't even reject intimate, warm contact.

If this continues, Grace is afraid that her heart will really become unstable.

Grace exhaled the breath, grabbed Afro's slender wrist, and decided to lay everything on the table.

"Aphrodite."

"Ok?"

Afro, who was always available at the call, suddenly dilated her eyes and responded immediately, while leaning forward with her cheeks, like a dog waiting for its master's orders.

This was the first time today that Grace took the initiative to slow down and call Afro's name.

Afro, with blushing cheeks, was a little nervous.

"Do you know what you are doing now?"

Grace calmly removed Afro's hand, then moved her body that was pressed under Afro as a symbolic resistance cover-up.

"You... pressed down on a patient in a forced manner. As a nun in a church, shouldn't you reflect on yourself?"

Afro was completely integrated with the dog's attributes. She sat on Grace's legs and pointed at her cheek in disbelief with her slender index finger.

"I?"

A pure expression that shows no harm to anyone or anything, and no acknowledgement of anything.

"Yes, isn't this completely against your beliefs?"

Grace couldn't help but emphasize the words "faith" and "violation", hoping that the shameless Afro would wake up.

"But I am healing your injured body..."

Afro smiled, her overly resolute and innocent expression, coupled with a little bit of embarrassed blush, made Grace doubt her purity at the moment.

You almost pushed me down to the bed with your treatment! Is this how you treat people in the Holy See of Light?

——Grace really wanted to say this, but she still held back the thought.

Afro is a very special person. She has an innocent and kind heart, but also a dark and naughty childish nature.

"what……"

Grace sighed one last time, rubbed her temples, and tried to end today's farce coldly, saying:

"Let me be frank, Afro. Get off me, go back, take a shower and go to bed early, and do what you need to do."

"Don't cry here, it makes you look weak."

These words were less destructive ones that Grace found from the vocabulary in her mind.

In order to prevent Aphrodite from dropping the little pearls, Grace has been very restrained.

The smile on Afro's face froze.

She reluctantly and slowly lowered herself from the girl's legs.

Looking down at the disheveled Grace, Afro said, as if waiting for her to stay,

"Grace, I... have one last question. I'll go back after I finish asking..."

If... it was just answering questions, Grace didn't think there would be any difficulty.

Grace adjusted her collar and asked, "What's the problem?"

“Am I different?”

Afro's green eyes sparkled with bright stars, like a child seeking knowledge, waiting for a response.

Grace was slightly startled as she adjusted her collar. This was a question that she had not responded to before.

In fact, Afro already knew the answer, but she still wanted to get a positive answer from herself, just as the purpose of her coming here.

"No." - Grace answered the question almost without thinking and without changing her expression.

"Liar."

Afro frowned gloomily, leaned down and looked into Grace's eyes again.

Even if they don't force themselves onto the sofa, the two of them can still be very close.

This time Grace no longer avoided the question. She looked him straight in the eye and responded with a cold face, "I never tell lies."

She seemed to think that with such a tough attitude, Afro would admit defeat.

As if she was determined to find out the truth, Afro slowly picked up the stethoscope on the left side of the sofa, then put the earpieces into her ears, holding the sound pickup part in her hands.

His cheek slowly moved towards Grace, and his slender left leg invaded Grace's legs, and he pressed his knees on the sofa to support his center of gravity.

Under the astonished red eyes, the cold microphone part pressed against Grace's surprisingly soft chest.

"What about this?"

Grace's body trembled like a frightened cat, and the layers of coldness on the mask began to crack, revealing her lovely part.

In the uncontrollable and intense atmosphere of ambiguity, the faint pink color spread from the neck to the entire cold face almost like ivy.

"Aphrodite! What are you doing?"

At this point, Grace still maintained her pretentious fierceness and tried to put her injured palm against Afro's chest to end this ambiguous distance.

But it's too late.

The mouth may lie but the heartbeat cannot.

The passionate heartbeat like a drum is reaching my ears.

But heart-beating doesn't just come from one person. The heart-shaped opening and closing of the lips and the ambiguous blush are the right state for kissing.

Grace, her Royal Highness, was panicked after being intruded upon, and her lovely blushing face after the ice broke...

Under these conditions, it is almost impossible to tell whose heartbeat it is.

So fast.

Afro's blood was flowing rapidly throughout his body, the hormones in his body were increasing rapidly, and his heartbeat was running like a hurricane, exceeding unprecedented limits.

So hot.

The long, trembling eyelashes tickled the burning chest like fluff.

Gulp, she saw Grace's throat floating up and down involuntarily.

Her Royal Highness the Princess did not push him away.

It was too late to withdraw the temptation - because the fire was ignited.

What about this?

She asked silently in her heart. Afro closed her eyes, pressed the stethoscope firmly against Grace's chest, and gently covered it with her lips.

123. Desire and □□ Value

There is no need for a reason to like someone, and there is no need for a reason to kiss someone.

Sometimes the atmosphere is just right for a kiss.

The feeling of kissing for the first time is more exciting than I imagined.

Afro had no other kissing experience, and the warm touch of the unusually soft cherry lips made her blush.

Boom boom boom boom boom…

The sound of Grace's rapid heartbeat heard through the stethoscope was even more intense than before, stimulated by hormones. It was a biological instinct, a celebration for the person she loved.

A calm yet passionate kiss.

Afro felt light and hot, as if her body no longer belonged to her.

The breath sprayed out from the nose was rapid, disordered and hot as the deer rushed around.

My ears are burning and my cheeks are red.

At this moment, Afro finally understood why love had kept people committed for thousands of years and why it had made countless people bow down.

Every beating echo from the stethoscope responds to the answer to the question - I like you too, you are different.

She thought that beautiful flowers would grow in the barren fields, starting from this moment.

In just two seconds, Afro's brain was occupied by the joy of intimate contact. She couldn't think of anything and couldn't do anything.

Wanting to get closer, Afro instinctively took a step forward and pressed down on Grace's soft and slender body.

Her Royal Highness's body was cold, but the fire in her heart could only be extinguished by greater contact and closer contact - a fire that only Grace could extinguish.

Although she was confused and passionate, Afro learned how to moisturize Grace's fans' lips with softness.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, just right, along the peak of the lip...

Afro's chest was pushed hard by the force of resistance, and Grace woke up from her trance and tried to push the girl in front of her down.

"Afro!!!! Are you crazy!!!"

The astonished, out-of-control voice had lost the coldness and rationality that it once had.

Grace shrank her neck and leaned against the sofa. Her ruby-clear eyes trembled and widened. The red crimson color spread over almost every inch of her fair skin, from the tips of her ears that were almost bleeding to her hot and red cheeks.

The soft chest was under the right hand, rising and falling rapidly, and the breathing was slightly rapid.

The beauty of Her Royal Highness the Princess is a kind of brokenness that could disappear at any time, just like the snow. This is a fact that Afro can be sure of from the first sight.

But she rarely thought that after the ice melted, it would be so lovely and so heart-warming.

Just like a cat...

Afro suppressed her restlessness and excited panting, her cheeks flushed, she licked her lower lip subconsciously, and argued in a somewhat unconvinced manner:

"Am I really not special? You didn't even push me away, and your heart... was beating very fast."

"you……?!"

Grace blinked in panic at first, then adjusted her state in an instant, staring at Afro intently, almost wanting to torture him to death, while gritting her teeth and growling angrily,

"Aphrodite, where are your hands? What did you just do? This is betrayal! Think about it, as a nun, can you do such a thing?"

People are always reluctant to admit their own thoughts, and Afro understands Grace's emotions.