Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Such a simple question? I thought we were going to talk about something else..."

"What's the answer?"

The scarlet eyes, like a cat crouching ready to hunt, were a subtle treat for Doris.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, opened her red lips, and answered sincerely,

"No, that day in the square was the first time I saw you."

Her eyes were not flustered, and she did not make any subtle movements like touching her nose. Grace pushed the bottle over and said in a cold voice,

"It's your turn."

Miss Doris was excited now. She crossed her legs elegantly, showing the amazing curve of her hips, and asked subtly,

"The blonde girl you met yesterday must have a special relationship with you, right? Does she hold a special place in your heart?"

Grace was suddenly startled. She didn't say anything, but just picked up the wine glass silently.

Gulp, gulp, he drank it all in one gulp.

The mellow wine tastes slightly stimulating with the alcohol, but also contains the sweetness of wine.

It is indeed as Doris said, very suitable for non-drinkers.

"You don't want to answer that?"

Doris's eyebrows drooped instantly, and her index finger with pure red nail polish kept rubbing the rim of the cup as if to vent her anger.

But she still held up her head and rolled up the hair around her ears, with an expressionless smile on her face, as if nothing could change her mood.

Grace took out her handkerchief and wiped the wine from her lips, then said slowly,

"It's your turn."

"If you meet Miss Phoenix again, will you choose to help her?"

"have no idea,"

Doris let the silver hair that was rolled up in her hands spread freely, shrugged nonchalantly and said,

"Maybe it depends on whether I'm in a good mood that day."

The hand with nail polish gently covered the goblet and drank it all in one gulp, imitating Grace.

Grace was puzzled, "Why did you drink it yourself?"

Doris glanced at Grace meaningfully, exhaling the aroma of wine, and whispered,

"Because if I'm the only one awake, the atmosphere will be different."

She then put her hands on her cheeks, and asked with her misty and affectionate eyes, as if she wanted to penetrate Grace's heart,

“Why are you afraid of physical contact?”

Grace was slightly startled, and said in a cold manner, "I don't like it."

"What's the reason?"

"No reason, no?"

"you are lying."

Dolly ruthlessly exposed Grace's lies.

It was futile to try to explain anything, Grace simply poured the sloshing wine into the empty goblet.

Doris's hand suddenly and gently pressed Grace's wrist, causing Grace to cautiously pull back.

The red eyes looked at her with caution.

Doris just smiled understandingly.

"Forget it, kid, don't drink so much. If you really can't take it anymore, you can cheat."

"If you're lying, let me continue asking questions."

Grace neither agreed nor protested, she just looked at her.

"Hello~"

Doris stood up from the sofa and sat next to Grace.

The rose-like fragrance invaded Grace's nose again, along with the slightly intoxicating smell of alcohol.

At the same time, Miss Doris's extremely gentle question reached my ears.

"Aren't you afraid to come to a stranger's house like this, Miss Grace? Or is it because I am different from those people?"

The ambiguous words suddenly made the atmosphere feel a bit strange.

Grace remained calm, straightened her body and moved to the side, drawing the line without hesitation.

"Miss Doris probably didn't want anything in particular from me."

The red high heels tapped lightly on the wooden floor. Miss Doris deliberately prolonged her voice, looked into Grace's eyes meaningfully, and said word by word in a whisper,

"That's not necessarily the case."

The excessive suggestion made Grace feel uncomfortable. She stood up quickly, looked down at Doris with a condescending look, and said with a frosty face,

"Miss Doris's question is very boring."

"Prudery."

Doris crossed her legs and just chuckled.

Grace: “How rude.”

Miss Doris became interested, her face was crescent-shaped, and she happily replied,

"Are you that mature, Miss Grace?"

Grace raised her eyebrows, "Ms. Doris, are you so childish?"

As if she was tired of this unbalanced way of looking at each other, Doris stood up and touched Grace's forehead like an intimate elder sister.

"I'm your elder sister in terms of age, so don't act like a big shot in front of me."

With the corners of her lips drooping and her brows furrowed as if a gloomy mountain was pressing down on her, Grace whispered word by word,

"Take your hands away."

Doris let go of her hand with a smile on her face. She was in such a good mood that her eyes narrowed into a slit. She lazily lay down on the sofa again and said happily,

"You know what? The best way to deal with a biting cat is to not give it food, and then wait for it to get tired and turn over on its belly to act cute. Cats are the cutest at this time."

"I'm not your pet."

Grace, who heard the hidden meaning, frowned, took a deep breath and argued seriously.

She also wanted to wipe away the places Doris had touched with disgust, like an animal covering up the smell left by others.

"I didn't say so either."

Doris glanced at Grace with satisfaction, feeling happy and her brows relaxed.

It’s getting more and more fun.

So what's the story behind her?

……

The drinking session didn't last very long, and Grace didn't drink much.

But because of the addition of a special powder, Dream Flower, Grace ended up falling asleep on the sofa unconsciously.

Her whole body was curled up like a cat, lying on the armrest of the sofa. Compared with her usual cold appearance, she was not that sharp, but petite and beautiful.

"It should be quite cute if you are friendly at ordinary times."

Doris adjusted the position of her fluffy mink coat to cover the girl's body so that Grace would not catch a cold.

Then, Miss Doris looked serious. She looked back at the statue of the goddess on the wine cabinet, and then placed her hand on Grace's forehead.

The feeling of soul fusion flowed through the touching skin, followed by a flash of blue light.

Miss Doris entered Grace's memories that she had never let anyone know...

……

The decoration style was completely contrary to the traditional Rhine style. The pure white color was so glaring, and various steel instruments whose names were unknown were placed on both sides of the bed.

Grace lay quietly on her side on the pure white bed, writing something with trembling hands.

There was a transparent glass bottle hanging high beside her bed, and liquid was slowly dripping down and seeping into the girl's body.

No, not just a girl, but it seemed like an older Grace, with a taller, more mature body.

The same sickness, the same cold feeling of living towards death.

Is this Grace's memory? Then what exactly is this place?

A scene never seen before.

Doris frowned.

She couldn't understand the current situation at all.

The body floated back and forth in the room like a ghost. The sunlight outside the window was blocked by the thick curtains, making people feel a dark and damp feeling from the inside out.

Doris first touched the square opaque glass placed beside the bed, then wandered back to the bed.

There was an open book of poetry on the bedside table, with something like a glass pressing down on it. Doris lowered her head and softly read the words from the book.

"Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and roar at sunset;

Scolded, scolded at the passing of light.

Though a wise man at his death knows the truth of darkness,

For their words did not burst out with lightning,

They do not go gentle into that good night.

Kind people, when the last wave has passed,

Shouting how gloriously their fragile good deeds might have danced in the green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

At this time, Grace's hand finally stopped and wrote a sentence crookedly on the white paper.

"I long for someone to love me violently until death, knowing that love is as strong as death, and to support me forever. I long for someone to destroy me and be destroyed by me."

151. Erin, Grace

From an early age, Doris knew she was different from other people.

His vision and wisdom that surpassed his peers, as well as his unparalleled magical talent, once made him realize that the world seemed to revolve around him.

I am the unique moon in the clouds, a giant standing on the top of the mountain, and I have spent the first half of my life in an invincible manner.

Becoming famous at a young age and having stunning beauty, if she didn't have a kind and sincere aunt, she might have looked down on everyone equally.

My aunt loved literature, and fortunately Doris also read many books with her.

Under this influence, Doris firmly believes that every word written by the writer is a living soul that is crying and leaping with blood.

The joys and sorrows of a person's life are also hidden in it.

The two poems are of completely different styles, but Doris can also feel the heavy emotions in them.

The words written by Grace herself made her look like a pure white flower, burning and dying in a raging flame.

That fragile life was unwilling to be depressed before extinction, so it wrote down the black and white words longing to be embraced like a moth to a flame.

Grace, a thin woman, was lying on the bed in a loose hospital gown, staring at the ceiling with clear and firm eyes.

She was too pale and weak, with thin lips and no color, and she looked like a bright but fragile gem on a display case.

When she put down the notebook in her hand, a crisp metal collision sound was heard, and Doris noticed that her slender white wrists were bound by silver handcuffs.

The luster of the metal was cold and dazzling, and the strange iron object that glowed green and red made a dripping sound.