Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Doris lowered her eyes regretfully. "It's true... it's always the same."

She always has a bright smile on her face, and it is still the same now.

As long as she raises the corners of her mouth and maintains the perfect arc, she seems to have become the beloved, confident and free party queen again.

She stood up from the sofa as if nothing had happened, and only then did Grace see that her bare white shoulders had turned red from the cold from opening and closing the door.

The five fingers that had never been touched by women were covered with bloody bruises on their white joints from hitting the door hard.

At this moment, Grace looked at her steadily, and inexplicably felt that she could understand Doris.

Are the same kind.

The same kind of people are also trapped in the dark cave, living a miserable life.

Seeing that Grace didn't move, Doris waved at Grace, urging her freely and casually.

"Let's go and finish the painting as soon as possible."

All previous weaknesses were quickly buried under a strong surface.

"never mind……"

Grace murmured quietly, giving up the fight with her stubborn self.

Not everyone is like Afro, pretending to be a pitiful little dog, but actually acting like a pervert after drinking...

"You can take a sip if you need."

Doris stopped where she was, her dim eyes seemed to gather a tiny bit of light, she was stunned and surprised, her long eyelashes fluttering constantly.

He seemed to be thinking about something rapidly.

Finally, she sighed with relief,

"It really is...always the same."

Grace frowned and glared at her, "What do you mean?"

Beneath the pretended indifference is a soft heart, just like a cat, whose paw pads are always surprisingly soft beneath its sharp claws.

It’s still very cute.

Doris's mood became relieved, and she smiled at Grace from the bottom of her heart.

"It means I am not responsible for being drunk..."

"Miss Doris, I only agreed to drink a little. I have other things to do in the evening."

Grace took a step back and adjusted her collar deliberately, as if trying to look serious.

"But you can tell me your troubles, I won't listen carefully because there is no need."

Children always like to act like adults, and their personalities are like cats, proud and difficult to tame.

Doris opened the wine cabinet and searched for a low-proof wine. She nodded like she was coaxing a child and answered in a drawn-out voice,

"I know, I know. Let's drink first."

"And the portrait?"

"There's no rush for that kind of thing, little sister..."

"What about the money?"

"I'll give it to you when the time comes, and I'll even put my lip print on the card. How about you being happy or not?"

Doris' heart was pounding with excitement when she saw Grace's face gradually becoming gloomy, but she was regretful for having to drink with her because of her soft-heartedness.

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"No, I just need the money."

Grace once again left a cold remark that matched her temperament.

Doris's mood was delicate, neither too good nor too bad.

Some people always like to admire the distorted moments when others are in self-contradiction both inside and outside.

The same goes for Doris. She has to admit that Grace is very cute...

Too direct an invitation or a chat will make people suspicious of your motives.

But if you make a choice against your will after careful consideration, you will feel an indescribable sense of satisfaction from overcoming obstacles with your own strength.

Like a puzzle, the good and bad aspects of Grace are pieced together to make it whole.

Now this balance is just right.

As for the person knocking on the door outside the window, she didn't care.

……

Doris is a woman of elegant taste and artistic atmosphere. She does not allow any filth in her witch-like cottage, and every corner is clean and dust-free.

The exquisite wine cabinet is made of expensive golden nanmu wood, and surrounds the carpeted wine tasting sofa area in the center of the room like a city wall, with a grand and elegant style.

The drinking area is a little dim, and the chandeliers on the ceiling outline the light and shadow ambiguously, creating a subtle atmosphere.

Above the wine cabinet was a sculpture of Aphrodite's favorite goddess. The so-called deity stood with her arms outstretched and her eyes lowered, looking down at the two people drinking.

Grace quietly crossed her legs and walked around. From the wide variety of liquor to the grand layout, she had to admit that this was a paradise for alcoholics.

Doris skillfully took out a glass of dark brown red wine from the wine cabinet, placed it gently on the round table in front of her and asked,

"What's wrong? After looking around, do you think of any wine you want to drink?"

Grace glanced at the labeled wine bottle and the two wine glasses that had been placed in advance, and shook her head as if she were a lady from a noble family.

"I don't really like it."

The prey seemed to have stepped into the trap itself. Doris blinked her charming eyes and asked expectantly,

"Then may I recommend one to you?"

Grace looked at the wine cabinet and felt at a loss as to where to start. She nodded and said, "Okay, a slightly lower alcohol content."

"I know best what the underage kids like to drink."

Miss Doris smiled delicately, turned around and began to search the wine cabinet.

I was looked down upon for no apparent reason.

Grace frowned subconsciously.

Miss Doris bent down in front of the wine cabinet with her graceful and curvaceous figure. She was busy doing something for a while, and finally took out a bottle of red wine with a white label. She put a little fluorescent powder into the bottle where the girl couldn't see, shook it well, and then said nonchalantly,

"Rosa Estate? Have you tried it, Grace? It has a refreshing aftertaste with a slight sweetness. It's a kind of wine suitable for children."

?

"Miss Doris, you shouldn't have treated me like a child the moment you asked me to drink with you."

Grace looked coldly at Miss Doris, who smiled brightly at her with an older attitude, and raised her head to remind her,

"We are partners for now, right?"

Seeing someone slightly raised his chin as if his hair stood on end, Doris curled her lips and smiled, holding the bottle of wine while walking towards Grace, and jokingly said,

"Is it pride that's playing tricks on me?"

The long skirt swayed gently in the steps of high heels. Doris sat lazily in front of Grace, raised her eyebrows and coaxed,

"What's wrong? Are you angry?"

Grace folded her arms and looked at her coldly and said calmly,

"No, shouldn't we create a good environment for conversation?"

Doris popped the cork, poured the gurgling scarlet wine into a goblet, pushed it in front of Grace, and deliberately stretched out her tone to retort,

"Unfriendly now?"

"..."

Grace took a sip of red wine and said nothing.

Doris laughed softly again. She supported her head and sat sideways, showing off her arms as white as lotus roots and her beautiful, bony fingers as slender as a pianist's.

The moment she let go of the goblet and unfolded it, it was as if she could grab everything she wanted.

She stared at Grace lovingly, as if she was admiring a cute animal.

"Is there anything you want to say or ask?"

Grace held the goblet, lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then asked slowly,

"Why did you choose to give up magic?"

She came closer in surprise, raised her eyebrows,

"I thought you cared who was at the door?"

"It's quite rude to pry into other people's secrets, and you won't tell me."

"so smart."

Doris licked her lower lip and praised, her deep eyes constantly scanning the girl's cheeks that didn't know what the sun was.

"But exploring other people's lives is a very interesting thing, isn't it? Sometimes you can't help but explore deeper things..."

She paused, still unsatisfied, took a sip of red wine, and stared straight into Grace's eyes, "Especially for people like us."

The bright red lips left a slightly red mark on the rim of the cup, but it gave people a sense of absurd dislocation as if they were marked.

There are thousands of ways to live, and Grace will not blame others too much for their behavior.

But she had to admit that from that aggressive golden gaze, Grace could sense that Doris was the most difficult person for her to deal with.

If you want to accept her as a partner, you must undertake this curious exploration.

"Understandable."

Grace simply agreed with her and took a sip of red wine as a way to soften the intrusion.

Suddenly, Doris's eyebrows curved, she clasped her hands together, and suggested as if she had a flash of inspiration:

"Then why not play truth or dare?"

"Truth or dare?" - It was a game that Grace was unwilling to participate in.

Doris tangled her silver hair and explained,

"You can only tell the truth. If you don't want to answer, drink. Whether it's true or not depends on the trust between the two people."

Under the dim light, the light and shadow on her face were blurred, but the one thing that remained unchanged was the desire in her eyes to dig something out of herself at any time.

Grace shook her head, sat aside and said,

"But...I only agreed to one drink."

At some point, Doris had finished drinking all the red wine in her goblet. She poured another glass and gently swirled the blood-red wine.

"Then just lie once. Don't you want to know something from me?"

The gentle voice was like the whisper of a devil, inviting Grace to join the game.

Anyway, in the end, I only drank the last glass I promised Miss Doris...

"Deal." - Grace held the goblet.

Doris smiled coquettishly and pushed the bottle of weaker wine forward.

"Sister first."

When people lie, they always have subtle expressions.

Grace planned to keep a close eye on Doris's expression to judge the truth of her words, although this might not work for her who talked nonsense all the time.

"Have you seen me before?"

The question was so simple that it seemed that Miss Doris could not accept it. She blinked her long eyelashes and straightened her lazy body from the sofa in surprise.