Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Grace's tone became even tougher, as if she was facing not the person next to her but a mortal enemy.

The overly cold attitude made it seem as if the momentary loss of composure just now was just an illusion created by Afro's trance.

Afro felt an inexplicable sense of grievance for no reason.

You're already in that kind of relationship, why are you still pretending to be so cold?

If someone didn’t know, they would think that she and I had a fight yesterday.

Grace, why don't you dare to face your own heart?

"But..." - It was just a chance encounter, we are not enemies.

Afro felt a suffocating breath in her chest, and she couldn't help but move closer to Grace.

Before he could utter the words he wanted to say, he saw Her Royal Highness the Princess take another step back.

"enough!"

The sharp voice interrupted Afro's actions.

"Can you keep some distance from me for now? There is a proper sense of distance between people. I want to calm down first. Is this difficult?"

There were some anxious, sharp voices and an all-too-obvious retreat arc, which made Afro 100% sure that Grace was afraid of herself.

The relationship between the two should be very close, why is she afraid?

Is it because of me? Are you still angry?

The expectant smile on Afro's face was instantly frozen and turned pale. She barely maintained her expression so as not to make her collapse too ugly.

The raised finger stopped awkwardly in the air, like a fly that hit a wall and didn't know where to go.

“You…Grace, are you afraid of me?”

She didn't know how to explain it to Grace.

Is it because the desire caused by liking someone too much that controls you and that’s why you do such a thing?

That's too bad. No matter what form it takes, a rejection is a rejection. You can't do such an intimate thing without consent...

But...but, the strong feelings have reached the right level, so I am eager to kiss and get close.

Afro didn't know how to meet Grace's eyes.

What kind of emotions would those clear eyes, which were always different from her cold appearance, contain as they looked at her now?

"I...I'm sorry, I just...I like you so much that my heart beats like a pounding pounding every time I see Grace."

Afro lowered his head nervously, like a desperate person struggling to climb the edge of a dangerous cliff, and spoke his true feelings bit by bit with great caution.

"I don't want to see Grace getting closer to other people, and I don't want Grace to ignore me. I want to see Grace relaxed and happy after being liked."

"I don't like you living like a cold winter. I don't want to see you walking in the wilderness anymore. I hope that one day you can open your heart and not live so lonely anymore."

Afro's right hand gently tapped the constantly beating heart, and her nervous left hand awkwardly tugged at the corner of her clothes.

Boom, boom, boom. The rapid and intense sounds are declaring a certain fact to myself all the time.

"I'm sorry for doing this. I wanted to restrain myself, but my heart told me not to do it."

Yes, love has turned into a wave in the sunset glow, rising and falling, so passionate that it never stops.

But if you put yourself in Grace's shoes, you would also find it confusing, right?

Liking something doesn't mean you can do whatever you want.

Afro's head seemed to be hanging with a thousand-pound boulder, falling heavier and heavier, and the index fingers of both hands were twisting and entwined like spirals.

The gentle voice became faint because of self-blame,

"I forced you to do something like that the day before yesterday. It was all..."

My fault.

Before Afro could finish her words, a pair of soft hands hurriedly covered her lips.

It was Her Highness Grace's delicate and white palm.

With the elegant and refreshing scent of jasmine and a hint of winter chill, it feels like an ambiguous kiss.

"you!!!"

Grace's voice was rarely so urgent and profound, she kept it sharp but restrained.

what?

Afro looked up blankly. She had not yet gotten over the feeling of self-blame and did not understand the meaning of Her Highness Grace's action.

Not only did she cover her mouth with her slender hands, but the other hand also grabbed her sleeve, as if she wanted to pull her into her arms intimately.

Afro never knew that Grace's body, so weak that it was about to be blown away by the wind, could have such great strength.

Grace What does she, she, she mean?

Afro's brain was working at high speed, thinking about the meaning behind the action, while his eyes glanced at Grace guiltily.

She is always calm and composed, with a faint blush on her cheeks, like the myriad rays of light at dusk.

The scarlet pupils shrank into a needle-like point, with a hint of inexplicable anxiety more than usual.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Grace pulled the man behind the marble column, creating a distinct blind spot between the two of them and the dozens of tables placed in the courtyard.

Behind the stone pillar that the public could not see, Afro's body was inexplicably pressed against Grace's again.

Grace's left shoulder and slightly flat chest, with the immaturity of a young girl, pressed against his right arm in an appealing way.

She is still as strong as before, in an irresistible superior position, always trying to keep others at a distance, but her nature is as easy to tease as a young girl in spring.

The top of the neck wrapped by the collar is exuding an enchanting pink and white color.

"Afro, you really have no sense of shame at all, do you know..."

Like a long-restrained ascetic who was ashamed after breaking a taboo, she lowered her voice and cursed in shame and indignation,

"You are saying these things in front of children, which will teach them bad things. Are you crazy?"

Afro stood there in a daze like a stiff puppet.

She didn't know if the children heard it, but she really wanted to kiss Grace right now.

160. Afro's mind is full of ??

A restaurant with dozens of children gathered is not quiet.

The chattering sounds like the chirping of birds echoed throughout the cafeteria, and Afro's eardrums were completely filled with their tender and clear voices.

The Adam's apple on her slender neck rolled up and down, and Afro could clearly hear the sound of herself swallowing.

Even though she liked him a hundred times and her inner desire was about to explode, she did not take any action.

Because Grace won't like it and she will ignore me.

But why...Grace always escapes?

She tried hard to keep her body stiff as she tried to get closer, as stiff as a piece of wood.

Afro's eager eyes dodged, but her cheeks unconsciously flushed, and she muttered softly:

"How could I possibly hear it from such a distance..."

Suddenly realizing that she was too close, Grace took two steps back as if she had received an electric shock and let go of Afro.

"Then how can you say something like that?"

Grace asked calmly with a straight face.

Unfortunately, she was extremely thin-skinned in front of the children, and the faint pink color like peach blossoms had not yet faded.

Really... I like it very much.

It was exactly the same as the last time when she blushed and asked me to help her go to the bathroom.

It was so light, like a peach petal falling into the lake, and ripples appeared in Afro's heart.

"I'm telling you this because I like you." - Afro secretly looked at Grace and couldn't help but tell her the truth.

Grace's pupils trembled, and she exhaled a breath of turbid air in astonishment. She opened her lips slightly as if she wanted to say something, but she said nothing. In the end, she only uttered one sentence:

"I really can't stand you..."

Afro: "What can't you stand?"

The beautiful ear tips seemed to be bleached with a more attractive pink color, but Grace's eyes were so gloomy that they almost killed people. She gritted her teeth and questioned word by word:

"You deliberately?"

Finally, she suppressed some emotions as if to compromise, folded her arms, and asked:

"Forget it, do you have anything else to say? It's nothing important, I'm leaving first."

"I……"

Before Afro finished speaking, Grace seemed to have a bad premonition.

She announced ahead of time in a quicker, more emotionless voice:

"If you tell me whether you like it or not, I will get in the carriage and leave here immediately."

Afro blinked her innocent eyes, and shook her head as if she was accepting a reprimand from her mother.

"No... I just want to ask why you always pretend to dislike me? Obviously, we can communicate if we just talk nicely."

The voice was as thin as a mosquito's and lacked confidence.

Grace showed an expression of "as expected, hopeless" and raised her hand to signal the end of the conversation.

"This is the end."

"You didn't wait for me to finish..."

Afro glanced at Grace aggrievedly. She carefully observed the changes in Grace's facial expression, like a golden retriever with drooping ears observing its owner.

"I say I love you every day because I feel that if I don't say it one day, you will... leave me, and that feeling is too sad."

Grace's cautious red eyes turned around, and she thought seriously for several seconds. Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she said in a deep voice:

"I won't leave you... This is my promise. The reason why I ignore you is to ask you what's going on in your head."

Grace's delicate eyebrows were twisted into a ball, and her gaze was fixed on Afro's eyes, like some kind of judgment.

The distance between eyes is about 40 centimeters, which is a very safe social distance.

Grace's eyes are always like that, clear, tough, and keeping people at a distance.

But such a straightforward and cold look made Afro's cheeks heat up sharply.

The gaze between lovers is like a whirlpool with the deepest attraction in the universe, making reason fall desperately.

Grace... I like it very much...

Afro was in this state, and his head felt a little dizzy as if he was sleepwalking.

"Don't you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

The girl's voice was like the cold spring water flowing down from the top of the mountain, evoking some pink memories that made people blush and their hearts beat faster.

Afro looked away in panic and stammered,

"Think, think, think about something..."

"You! Are you worthy of your faith?"

Grace raised her hand as if she wanted to knock on Afro's head, but stopped in mid-air because she couldn't restrain herself.

What do you mean by sorry for faith? It's obviously Grace's fault!

Afro pursed his lips sullenly, suppressed all the charming thoughts, and said seriously:

"Of course I deserve it, and I deserve you too."

Grace remained silent again because of Afro. It was really like... a dead duck talking stubbornly and a dead pig not afraid of boiling water!

"never mind."