Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"What's wrong with me……"

Afro was pushed away coldly by Grace.

The emotions that had just calmed down could no longer be suppressed. Over and over again, five times and three times, how many times would it take to make Her Highness Grace realize that she really loved him?

How much more effort should we put in?

Almost for the first time, Afro cursed Grace from the bottom of his heart. He angrily slammed his palm on the wall, his eyes fixed firmly on the girl's gaze.

"You are a coward who is more cowardly than anyone else! Why don't you dare to admit it? Why don't you dare to face your own heart!"

With his hands locked up Grace like a cage, Afro almost pressed her against the wall to force her to answer.

No, it should have been easy for Grace to push away, but she didn't.

She even tried to reason with a drunk.

"Is there anything you need to admit? If you're drunk, just take a good rest. There's no point in saying these boring words. You'll only regret it when you wake up tomorrow."

Afro lowered his head, his fists clenched and trembling, his chest, which was countless times fuller than Grace's, rose and fell violently with emotion.

"If I don't ask clearly now, I will regret it."

——You will regret it if you do something with Afro, right?

Grace's thoughts were not over yet, and her body began to move uncontrollably like a puppet.

Grace watched with her red eyes as her hand touched Afro's cheek like a lover, and then her lips came close again.

Afro, Afro? Afro!

Grace was almost going crazy, and she didn't have to think about it. It was the collar around her neck that was playing a role.

Are you crazy? What is Afro doing?

But she could only watch with trembling eyes as her lips kissed Afro intimately.

Afro! Bold! Too bold! She is totally uncontrollable! It happened last time too. I should have thought of it earlier.

A person who can embark on the path of a saint is a woman who is completely uncontrollable! What will be the result of such a woman?

In the end, it was just a light kiss, as if Afro wanted to confirm some feelings.

"let me go!"

The right to use her body was finally restored, and a rage of having her authority challenged filled Grace's chest. She struggled to shake Afro off and stared at her with extremely ferocious and vigilant eyes.

It looks like a furry cat crouching on all fours.

So cute, blushing, and a little anxious after being offended.

"Your Highness Grace, what I was thinking about the collar just now was - if you like me, come up and kiss me."

Afro seemed to have forgotten Grace's attitude in an instant. Her eyes sparkled with bright stars and had the sweetness of someone who had fallen in love.

She leaned her pretty face forward and asked, "Is it so difficult to admit that you like me?"

Is that like it?

That was just a trance caused by being confused and infatuated!

Grace gritted her teeth and tried her best to defend the last layer of her heart. She pressed against Afro's chest.

"I think you manipulated my body to get this result? You are so shameless, ah..."

Before Afro's name was spoken, the scar on her neck was kissed by something warm and wet, licking it like a puppy's tongue.

Moreover, her resisting hands were firmly grasped by Afro, and the dress that had just been pulled up on her shoulders was roughly pulled off again.

The cat's body begins to soften as it smells the Polygonum multiflorum, losing its original aggressiveness.

Grace finally figured out one thing, that is - Afro seemed to be not just a kind, one-sided child who could only shed tears. Sometimes, she was more determined than anyone else, and possessed the chaotic and dark nature of a child more than anyone else.

Then, the black gauze dress passed over the slender legs and fell to the ground cleanly.

The cat lost all cover.

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I originally wanted to quickly enter Zuo Ai, but if I entered too quickly it would not be consistent with Grace’s character.

The show will only be effective if you keep talking tough and keep being copied.

If you give in too early, it will just be a sweet and sticky love, which seems to be meaningless.

Tired of tasting! Let's have some honesty.

Although I write a little slowly, the good news is that there is a lot to read (I guess there will be another 10,000 words?)

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By the way, I recommend a book by a friend. Her book is very good. If you have any ideas, you can go and have a look.

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140. Grace, who broke up with me after sleeping with me, is a scumbag.

Afro had a long, incomprehensible dream.

In the dream, I was running away in a rage, long tongues of fire were spewing out terrifying heat waves, and no matter how hard I tried, I could not find a way out.

Desperate and helpless.

And when the light of hope was about to be burned out, there was the crisp sound of heels clicking, and Grace, with blood all over her face, walked out of the fire.

She was wearing a princess dress and breathing slightly, her cold eyes were numb as if she was looking down at a dead person, and in her hand she held a long sword that was flashing with cold light.

The knife was raised, the enchanting red pupils flashed, blood splashed on the cold face, and then...

Then, something soft hit his abdomen, and with it came a low roar that went beyond the limit.

"Aphrodite! Get up!"

Ok?

Afro was startled awake and subconsciously shrank back, opening his eyes alertly.

Light finally shone into the dark vision, and Afro's hazy consciousness began to return to reality.

What came into view was the beautiful eyes of the princess, slightly narrowed, staring at him with unprecedented anger, as if she had sentenced him to death.

Oh...it turned out that Grace kicked herself.

Afro suddenly realized and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was just a nightmare.

After a night of tossing and turning, Grace had almost no strength left and was tired and hungry.

In addition, his body was weak and his ankle was sprained. Therefore, even if he tried his best, it was just like a weak cat stretching out its claws to resist.

And the thing that kicked on his flat belly was none other than Her Highness Grace’s soft foot.

Afro was still a little confused about getting up, and the memories of last night flooded into her mind like a mad tide.

“I really can’t help it…Grace, can you show me a cuter side of you?”

"Don't call other people's names. I... hate it."

"Slimy."

"Is it here...will it be comfortable? I'm not sure...if Grace doesn't tell me, I won't know."

"Grace is so cute, I like her so much."

"Grace... her face is blushing. I really like Grace so much."

The overly terrible words and the overly terrible scenes flashed back together, and Afro couldn't help but lift the wrinkled quilt and take a sneak peek inside.

"hiss--!"

Afro gasped. Grace's well-proportioned legs were crossed like a fish's tail, and her fair skin was vaguely visible.

The originally clean and soft sheets not only became wrinkled, but also had large, slightly sticky, dried water stains.

At the same time, the words spoken from Grace's mouth also invaded his mind.

"Ah! Fu! Luo! You are a filthy and traitorous nun!!"

"You!!!! Let go of my grip, Afro!! How many times do I have to tell you that I don't like you!"

"I will never forgive you in my life!"

It turns out...the scenes that flashed back in my mind really happened.

And the princess was the one I subdued? Ahhh, I’m done!

Afro's pupils kept trembling, and there was a subtle sweetness in the disbelief and astonishment.

Cautiously, she used her slender arms to push herself up from the bed.

Like a dog that had committed a crime, he kept rolling up the corner of the quilt with his fingers, trying to grab the quilt and wrap himself up, and his eyes occasionally glanced at Grace.

At the same time, he slowly moved his body closer to Her Royal Highness the Princess.

I slept with Grace in my arms last night. Her cool and soft body gave me an unprecedented surprise and I slept very well.

It seems that as long as I hold her in my arms, I can feel safe at any time.

Grace was on the other side of the bed, curled up cautiously and calmly covered her smooth, white skin covered with marks with the quilt.

Her eyes were as sharp as a sword, and beneath her slender neck, her delicate, bony collarbone was exposed, with a slight blush.

Everything here proves an irrefutable fact.

How could you do such a thing?

The slightly moved gaze was immediately captured by Grace, and he fled as if struck by a sharp lightning.

Afro blinked nervously, feeling a subtle sense of joy and indescribable guilt.

With her fingers intertwined, Afro turned her back to Grace and moved forward little by little.

Grace finally couldn't hold back her emotions anymore and began to judge herself in a low voice.

"Do you know what you did last night?"

Just doing some things that we shouldn't have done with Grace, the girl we loved the most.

Afro felt that she was in the wrong, so she simply lowered her fluffy golden head, and her messy golden hair fell on her white chest like a waterfall.

She tapped anxiously back and forth with her two long, beautiful index fingers, and whispered, "I know..."

The round buttocks moved slowly along the bed sheets, rustling and about to get close to Her Highness Grace, who was colder than the winter wind.

"Are you still feeling wronged?" Grace's hoarse voice was almost funny as she asked coldly.

It seems that the emotions are about to break down.

"Grace, I..."

Afro hurriedly turned her head again, trying to explain, but she saw that the swan's neck, which seemed to be very easy to break, was already full of her marks.

Ahhhh, my head is full of the terrible images of last night.

Grace's black hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her clean face...

The words could not be uttered.

"shut up!"

Grace interrupted with a sharp voice, and at the same time used her elbow to fiercely poke Afro, who was gradually approaching, away. Her face was solemn, like a little tiger leaning down in a hunting posture.

"Don't you dare call me by my name again!"

"why?"

Afro's face suddenly fell, and he was eager to get an answer...

The fingers that had caressed every inch of the girl gently covered her slightly red lips.

The air was almost frozen. Grace did not show any warmth and accused him harshly.

"You don't seem to understand your current situation. Even if Rhine's culture is open, it does not allow you to do such a thing with me."