Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Please, that hypocritical princess always follows my walking rhythm in front of me, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, as if she is afraid that I will let go at some point.

It must be impossible to leave me! Idiot!

Afro likes this feeling very much, but liking it is liking it, so what about the compensation?

Grace's words fell directly into Afro's ears, but they became evidence of her attempt to renege on the debt.

Yes, this is a default.

Afro gently tugged at Grace's sleeve, turned the princess halfway anxiously, and shouted in dissatisfaction,

"Then, what about my compensation?"

"compensate……?"

Grace didn't show any regret on her face. She said confidently without blinking,

"I have already tolerated you to act with me, Afro, you should be content."

?

Didn't he say that the answer would give him what he wanted? He was so cold that he looked like a puppet.

Afro waved his hand in front of Grace in a somewhat unfair manner.

"You promised. I have asked Sister Cavlin to help cover for you. It is a bad thing to be untrustworthy, Your Highness Grace."

She put the emphasis on the word "untrustworthy" in her pronunciation, as if she was a child who had been wronged by adults.

"If you don't keep your word, I won't find any inside information for you."

Can people who are in love be so childish?

Silence, soundless silence, like a terrible storm howling across the dean's lounge.

"..."

Grace was silent for a long time, her pupils slightly dilated, and she stared at Afro expressionlessly for a long time.

"Ok?"

As expected, Afro responded with a serious look, looking completely fearless and domineering...

Grace was a little helpless.

No, it's the kind of bossy stray puppy that will follow you home just because you walk to the side of the road.

I can't really kiss Afro...

This happened the first time I kissed her out of confusion. What about the second time?

The mistake has been made once and cannot be made a second time.

Grace made an exception after a long time and decided to use the [Dark Perception] that the system had given her.

The effect is equivalent to the highlighted yellow prompt after the game is stuck. If there really is a secret passage, it should be able to be found.

Grace began to search. The room was not big, and it took less than two seconds to scan from the bookshelf to the bed.

"Grace, are you planning to look for it yourself? This path is a very hidden place, and ordinary people have no way of finding it..."

"Or you don't need to kiss, just... a hug would be fine too."

Afro said in a persuasive manner, pinching a crack between her index finger and thumb to show that what she asked for could be easily achieved.

In addition, she deliberately circled in front of Grace, her purpose clearly written on her face, and her raised eyebrows made her look like a peacock in heat!

Seeing her anxious look, Grace narrowed her eyes and glared at her fiercely.

Grace also had a dog, and now isn’t Afro the silly dog ​​whose ears would stand up like antennas whenever the words “go out to play” and “eat” were mentioned?

"You have to show some attitude, otherwise you won't be able to find ..."

Afro came up with a smile on her face, tapping the ground lightly with her toes, confident of victory!

But little did people know that Grace had already found the source of the golden light through [Dark Perception].

On the third layer of the bookcase, there is a polished silver button that emits a golden light with the help of [Dark Perception].

Very conspicuous.

Grace raised her eyebrows slightly, walked towards the bookshelf, pulled out a brown-red archive book, and looked back at Miss Afro in surprise.

"Ah, is this the place?"

With your fingertip lightly press the button.

The so-called magic began to surge, fluorescent blue light streaked through the air, and a small door one person tall gradually and slowly emerged on the yellow wall, as if with just a slight push one could step into the mysterious realm.

Grace tilted her head. "It seems to be true. I found it."

"Eh...? How...how did you know? Who told you?"

Afro opened her eyes wide in disbelief. Her original plan was disrupted, and her momentum of winning was completely deflated.

Grace placed her slender fingers against her cherry lips, "Secret."

"Then my..."

Afro slowly moved closer, as if trying to grab Grace's sleeve, and still refused to give up.

Grace stretched out her hand to represent the barrier and demarcation, and refused righteously,

"Stop, Afro! Didn't I tell you to come with me? Why do you have to think of such unrealistic fantasies?"

At this moment, Grace is more like an upright and ascetic nun. She is abstinent and her whole body is wrapped tightly.

Even the often exposed hands are wrapped in black lace, but the faintly visible white skin is more tempting than the seductive teasing.

"But……"

Afro didn't seem to want to give up yet.

But Grace stopped her again, squinting her eyes and scolding coldly,

"Hey...Aphrodite, I think it would be a good idea for you to change your name to Sister Silver Luan."

The simple and not vicious words were like a sharp blade that easily broke through Afro's defense.

"..."

She opened her mouth to say something, but closed her lips again.

Grace didn't even expect that a layer of bright red like the sunset would instantly appear on the cheeks of the shameless Afro.

There is a kind of shyness after the true face is revealed.

"What a mess!"

Afro loudly retorted with his chest puffed out, waving his slender white hands in the air as if trying to prove his innocence.

"You were the one who kissed me first. And you were so happy, but you didn't recognize me when you woke up."

"You keep saying that I'm a mess. You were the one who provoked me in the first place. It's really too much to talk to me like this now!"

After saying this, she turned her body, which looked soft but extremely strong, around, looking like a lonely girl hurt by love.

"I went home yesterday and asked my father if there were any vacancies in any shops in a busy area... I was only thinking about Grace."

"I found a store for you and even raised money for you. You have always been so wary of me. Grace even called me a promiscuous person. This is really too much!"

Afro's voice went from high and sharp at the beginning to gradually become lower and lower with a slight tremor of uneasiness due to excitement, and it was so faint that Grace could hardly hear it.

"If you don't like me, I'll just leave."

……

The air in the lounge froze instantly, as if it had fallen into an ice age.

Grace looked at Afro's lonely figure turning away and felt like the scumbag in the TV series who abandoned her after having fun with her.

Undergoing some kind of strange trial.

I feel a little dazed and my mood is a little subtle.

It is normal for people who are in an ambiguous relationship to have mood swings. Grace can understand that, but the problem is that she has been the victim from beginning to end...

Why is she crying?

Thinking back to when I smeared the cream on Afro's back, she seemed to be very angry at that time...

Afro is a girl of 17 or 18 years old. Under normal circumstances, if she is abandoned by her lover...

This situation is not impossible.

Grace heard the faint sounds of soft sobbing and sniffling.

Once again she was troubled by the emotions deep in her soul.

Otherwise...just coax Afro.

I'm not familiar with this area at all, and I'll need her help later. It would be difficult to act if I really had a crybaby with me.

Grace sighed softly, Afro, what a trouble.

163. Forced Kiss

All in all, how to coax people is still a technical job.

To solve people’s emotional problems, the most important thing is to prescribe the right medicine.

Grace had never been able to coax anyone before.

As for the only one I liked, Irene, she was an emotionally stable person and it was rare to see her sad or upset.

She always smiled gracefully and confidently, as if nothing in the world could overshadow her, just like an omniscient and omnipotent god in heaven.

Grace glanced at Afro, whose head was round and drooping, looking as pitiful as an abandoned dog.

Just like myself at that moment.

How is it possible for a person to not have seven emotions and six desires…?

Liking someone is the mutual satisfaction of emotional values. If scars and sufferings cannot be shown even to the closest people...then what is the value of liking someone?

So, maybe she really never liked herself.

The girl's body trembled slightly, and Grace placed her hand gently on her shoulder.

Wearing lace gloves, the so-called physical resistance had long been worn out by repeated contacts.

"Aphrodite."

She whispered the girl's name but didn't know what to say.

"Um……"

Afro didn't turn around, but buried his head like a cute mushroom.

Grace opened her lips slightly, pursed them and swallowed the words she had formed in her mind, while she withdrew her lace-gloved hand.

She stared at the clean and smooth gray-black slate and said softly,

"There are many absurd delusions in a person's life, but you have to know that delusions are only delusions. You cannot make a final judgment on yourself for something that has not happened."

“You don’t have to abandon right and wrong, abandon your original intention just to fit in with the group, and you don’t have to gain my approval.”

“You just need to stick to what you believe is right and just, and then the results will prove to others whether you are right or wrong.”

After twists and turns, Grace still couldn't say "Actually, I don't hate you."

People always fail to express their true feelings when they want to.

"Ah... Grace is really..."

Afro let out a sigh of sudden realization, his voice a little lighter, as if the depression just now had not existed at all.

She turned her head and came closer, her youthful face full of energy, and she said smartly:

"Why are you suddenly talking about such a profound truth? I really don't understand. Why can't you just talk properly?"

At a distance of less than twenty centimeters, Grace could even clearly see the fine hairs on her fair skin.

"Is this meant as comfort?"

She smiled slightly, her eyebrows curved, like the sun warmly rushing into her arms, "But unfortunately, Your Highness Grace, I am not very sad."