Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

The voice was lingering and sounded a little aggrieved.

"A little? Not at all."

Grace finally resisted the urge to smooth down her fluffy hair, and nagged like a mistress.

"Why don't you drink the hangover soup? Didn't I ask Nora to help?"

"I don't want her to feed me..."

After getting drunk, under the influence of alcohol, some people's behavior will become childish and uncontrollable, and Afro happens to be the most dangerous one.

But now...Afro's droopy almond-shaped eyes look so pitiful, and I feel even more sorry for her.

Why do you have such an expression?

"Is that why it spilled all over your neck?"

Grace looked down at her, sighed helplessly, and took out a clean handkerchief to gently wipe the soup on Afro's neck.

If it was the previous Afulo, he would definitely come up to him excitedly and enthusiastically, like a family dog.

She was quite quiet today.

Afro shook his head, his cheeks red from the alcohol, and his voice dropped.

"I don't want to drink."

Then he raised his head again and looked at himself eagerly.

Are you angry because you danced with Miss Doris?

Grace stared at her and thought for a few seconds. The alcohol made her bolder and her thoughts became more straightforward.

For the first time ever, no, it should be that she always chose to compromise and picked up the hangover soup from the bedside table.

"I'm telling you, you can't drink, why do you have to act tough at the party?"

Grace complained as she stirred the slightly brown soup with the spoon and pressed it against Afro's lips.

Afro pursed her lips tightly, now even quieter than before, just looking at herself, about to cry.

"drink!"

Grace raised her voice slightly and tried to put the spoon into Afro's lips.

"Drink early and sober up early."

"Um……"

Afro groaned drunkenly and tilted his head coquettishly like an angry child.

The slightly puffy cheeks make her look childishly cute.

Afro herself is only about 17 or 18 years old...

What can a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child understand?

Grace deliberately rubbed Afro's cheek with the back of her hand, hoping that a slight movement would make Afro open his mouth.

"You're so drunk that you'll have a terrible headache tomorrow morning. I don't know what you're thinking..."

Afro seemed to be moved by the half-pushed, sticky rubbing, and was about to open her mouth, but when her eyes fell on the crown bun on Grace's head, she bit her mouth tightly.

"I am happy to..."

Just like a child! Annoying!

Grace was a little confused. She put down the hangover soup and touched her head, but she touched a magnificently blooming tulip.

Hmm...? What is this?

Pinching the flower stem, Grace finally remembered that this seemed to be the flower that Miss Doris had inserted into her hair on her own initiative.

It seems that in the culture of the Rhine Empire, giving flowers to each other is actually an ambiguous thing related to love.

Well, maybe he was angry because of dancing?

Grace knew it all, and she deliberately threw the tulip in her hand onto the bed in front of Afro with great force, as if throwing it away like a worn-out shoe.

At the same time, he coughed lightly, revealing the rose that Afuluo had given him before, and patted Afuluo's cheek, urging Afuluo to open his mouth.

"Look at you now, can you still go home?"

The more this happened, the more aggrieved Afro felt. Her straight and slender legs fluttered unwillingly under the sheets for a while, and she replied in a muffled nasal voice,

"If you go back after drinking, you'll be scolded, so it's better not to go back."

Afro can still communicate with others with a clear mind, proving that his current condition is actually quite good.

Grace has plenty of ways to deal with this unreasonable idiot.

She pulled her hand back neatly and swiftly, and put the bowl on the bedside table with a thud.

"Then don't drink the hangover soup. Just rest here."

Grace said these words briefly and mercilessly, then walked towards the door where Nora was waiting without looking back.

Tap, tap, tap, she deliberately slowed down her steps so that the sound of her heels tapping could be heard clearly even by Afro who was far away in the bedroom.

Five, four, three...

Grace counted silently in her mind and stopped at the entrance of the corridor.

She knew that with Afro's clingy personality, he would definitely rush out to find me.

Second, there was still no movement behind me.

hold on?

The door was not closed, and Grace looked at Miss Nora, the eternal iceberg who had never changed.

She stood in the shadows, witnessing every moment of Grace like a camera.

"Um……?"

Nora tilted her head obediently.

Hasn't Afro come yet?

Grace instructed Nora, "Go find some clean, warm winter clothes for Afu..."

Before she finished her words, Nora's eyes changed subtly, and then the sound of staggering bare feet came from behind her.

"No."

The overwhelming drunkenness and the hot mood that could burn everything, mixed with the girl's excessive body temperature, stuck to her back like an impact.

Grace's eyes suddenly widened, and her body was filled with the strong smell of alcohol.

Along with it came an indescribably soft chest, rising and falling with rapid breathing, thus constantly rubbing the cold back softly and warmly.

No, it's like challenging the bottom line that I abide by.

In contrast to the intense movement, the soft head rubbed Grace's shoulder lovingly, and the warm breath fell on the wound that had not yet healed.

The tightly wrapped hands were like a rope around the body, not letting the girl leave.

Such a passionate and strong emotion shocked Grace. She winked at Nora, thinking that if she asked Nora to help, and changed Afro's clothes and gave him sobering soup, Afro would feel better tomorrow.

But before Nora could utter the word "yes", the perfect maid who was as hard as wood became particularly tactful.

She slammed the door shut as if she was trying to get away from the crime scene.

The strong wind brought by the closing door and the empty entrance made Grace feel an inexplicable sense of uneasiness.

It is more accurate to say that it is the confusion caused by the unknown future than to say that it is anxiety.

The girl's warm, delicate hands were placed on his shoulders, but they were resting dishonestly on his waist, with her five fingers tightly clenched around his waist, as if she was afraid of losing herself.

The touch was like an electric current, and Grace, who had been abstinent for a long time, couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Grace...idiot."

Some warm drops of water are slowly invading the neck and gradually flowing to the chest.

Grace didn't struggle, so logically, she should have been able to escape easily.

"Why drink?"

After a long while, Grace only asked this question.

"Then why... did you leave... why did you want to dance... with others, why... did I..."

Afro spoke in a aggrieved voice with a tearful tone, and mumbled a lot, but unfortunately Grace couldn't hear it all.

The white porcelain ears were turned red by the girl's words. She rubbed back and forth from behind deliberately as if to seduce her. Grace had to stretch her neck to avoid her inner thoughts.

But even at such an intimate distance, such... uncomfortable contact, Grace didn't have the strength to push Afro away.

It seemed like something had changed silently.

An indestructible city wall may be able to withstand the huge rocks from a catapult, but it cannot stop the trickle of spring rain.

Penetrate, and then the ice will melt.

Grace sighed and placed her soft and cold hand on Afro's hand, trying to persuade her gently.

"There's no need to be angry."

There was no sobbing, just letting the tears flow slowly down her face, and Afromin felt like fragile porcelain.

Alcohol corrodes the brain, allowing the originally depressed Afro to face his own weakness and sincerity directly.

All the words that should have been kept in my heart were spoken out under the influence of alcohol.

"I saw you dancing with someone else on the dance floor, and you were holding her hand like that... I wanted to be with Grace."

Afro's voice trembled slightly, and the hands around her waist gradually let go weakly.

Is it true that a love that is too direct and too obvious will never be accepted?

Grace turned around and saw Afro clearly looking aggrieved in the candlelight in the corridor.

Her hands were nervously intertwined with her fingers, like a misunderstood child who was at a loss as to what to do, and there were some faint traces of tears in her hazy eyes.

Grace supported the girl's shaky body, and pressed Afro's shoulder with her injured hand without feeling any pain.

"Don't worry, there's nothing going on between Miss Doris and I. We just talked about drinks. Don't be too jealous."

But there is still a hurdle that she cannot overcome, but all those sharp self-escapes have been smoothed out in the gentle tone.

"Don't think too much about those things, or drink the hangover soup first."

Just a final touch.

Afro's face was full of pity and tears. Her wet eyes were filled with disappointment. She stomped her bare feet in a state of collapse.

"Do you think I'm jealous? It's not that! Or does Grace think I'm just jealous and shamelessly approaching you?"

The more she spoke, the sadder she felt. Her green eyes were once again covered with mist, like a turquoise lake with uneven ripples caused by the wind.

"I, I, I found an investor on the way here, Mrs. Linda, the vice president of the Roland Union, and she will invest 50,000 gold coins."

Afro's soft body leaned against the wall, her slender, beautiful fingers gesturing back and forth in the air, tears streaming down her face, as if to drain away the grievances and unwillingness in her heart.

"I'm not causing any trouble, I just...I, I..."

"I was terrified... because Grace had never done anything like this to me..."

"I was very good and didn't call your name... You even went to the rooftop with her. I saw it all... We only go to the rooftop for candlelight dinners."

"Even if it's disgust, even if it's hatred, even if it's just a little bit of liking and loving, I don't care, but don't let others get close to your heart easily."

Afro grabbed Grace's shoulders, buried his head in Grace's arms, and said unwillingly in a weak crying voice,

"Even if it's for my sake, don't be too nice to others...otherwise I'll be very sad."

Afro's speech was halting and incoherent, but it made Grace burst out with unprecedented strong emotions at this moment.

She thought of her clumsy self a long time ago, who gave her heart as sincerely as a child.

The question is, with a heart that is already shattered and cannot be put back together, is it possible for it to still trust others?

How can someone who doesn’t understand love become so clingy…?

How could he give his true heart to me so easily?

How could I... not bear to push her away?