Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

This was necessary to draw a line in the sand so that Grace wouldn't mistakenly think he had any strange ideas about her.

Grace spoke equally coldly and falsely.

"I do not know either."

The slender hand stretched out slowly. Grace's hands could deftly wield a dinner knife in the air, making a loud sound of breaking through the air, but at this moment she seemed so hesitant.

It's like fighting a life-and-death battle with the beast within.

Afro couldn't help but ask with concern, "What's wrong?"

"nothing."

She was more reserved and cautious than usual, like a alert rabbit in the jungle, as if any movement would scare her away.

Finally, the cold hand completely wrapped around his arm.

Because of the silk pajamas material, it felt like there was no direct contact, and the contact with Aphrodite was not so unpleasant.

At this point, Grace breathed a sigh of relief. "This should be enough. Let's go to sleep."

"Is this really okay?" - Is this what they call a warm bed?

"Yes……"

Grace closed her eyes and gave a helpless reply.

It was as if she had just completed a earth-shattering compromise with her own heart.

To be honest, spending the night with my good friend who is also a young lady is more intimate than this.

Afro lowered her eyebrows slightly, somewhat unbelieving, but she still lay down as Grace requested.

Because Afro's arms were tied, she had to look Grace in the eye.

Those beautiful red eyes were full of reluctance, as if they had mistakenly entered Grace's restricted area, which caused her to be so panicked.

She didn't escape either, but just looked at herself with some confusion and reluctance.

Afro was not used to eye contact and subconsciously avoided it with her eyes.

Boom, boom, boom. In the silence of the night, Afro could hear the sound of her own strong heartbeat.

I feel so strange, as if I'm filled up and expecting something.

She had never experienced such a feeling before.

Come to think of it, Her Highness the Princess is a real beautiful girl...

When people are in a dark field of vision, their other four senses tend to be more acute than at other times.

With a rustling sound, Grace's left hand began to move slowly in the quilt.

She didn't mean to do it, but did it on purpose, as if she wanted to hug herself!

Afro's heart was about to jump out. She held her breath and concentrated, and all the muscles in her body were as tense as a bowstring.

……

However, Grace's hand finally stopped five centimeters away from Afro.

As long as you move forward, you can feel the burning body temperature.

The system requires me to sleep with Afulo in my arms, but I can't do it at all.

She couldn't overcome her inner barriers and hug others like an ordinary person.

I've never been able to have such close contact with others.

Grace hesitated with her throat moving slightly. She saw Afro's eyelashes trembling slightly, and the snow-white moonlight just scattered on her holy face.

Looks beautiful and peaceful.

Maybe... we can look at it from a different angle.

If you can't do it yourself, you can give this right to Afulo.

This would be considered respecting Afro's opinion, and she even seemed to enjoy it.

"Aphrodite..."

Grace finally couldn't help but whispered the girl's name.

"Ok?"

Afro opened her eyes and responded with a lazy voice, which seemed particularly ambiguous in this snowy night.

Grace gritted her teeth and held her facial expression tight. Although her face was cold, her cheeks were faintly stained with a cherry red from the surge of blood.

"Aphrodite, warm the master's bed...I need you to hold me."

The cold voice was small and icy, and against the backdrop of the atmosphere it sounded like a strange act of coquettishness.

This feeling is so weird, I have never experienced it before.

The emerald eyes blinked a few times in confusion, and Afro stared at Grace's face in disbelief.

Afro felt as if something was hidden in his chest, beating wildly because of these words.

Grace must hate physical contact...but I don't mind it.

You should say something to ease the awkwardness.

"If you were afraid of the cold, my maid Meilin would have hugged me like this before."

Afro spoke calmly with the tone of someone who had experienced it.

Grace closed her eyes, but Afro sensed an inexplicable sense of tragedy from her.

"Well... you just have to do your duty."

Why are you so nervous?

But in reality, Afro's actions were not as smooth as imagined.

The movement of his arms was so stiff that Afro even felt like a puppet.

It was just a hug, but it made me so nervous.

Finally, the arm got close to a cold existence. Grace's body was shorter than a normal person, so she really needed a warm bed.

Is it because of illness?

Afro hugged the soft body, and almost at the moment of contact, she noticed that Grace's body kept shrinking back.

The paper between his eyebrows was crumpled and then unfolded.

Is it that annoying?

"How about just forget it?"

Aphrodite asked with concern.

"what……"

Grace sighed, her eyes tightly closed and her eyelashes trembling, but her voice still retained the arrogance of her status.

"Without my order... don't let go."

It's okay, just simply cuddle together and sleep.

It's just simple caring for the patients.

Besides, Grace smells good and the quilt is warm, so it doesn't matter.

Afro thought so and gradually accepted the fact that she had to sleep in the arms of someone she hated.

Brother will definitely release him tomorrow, right?

Good night, goddess.

Afro closed her eyes and said goodnight to the world in her heart.

Oh, and good night, my strange princess.

Before falling asleep, she suddenly remembered one thing - she had been following Grace's rhythm and had completely forgotten about the excessive things she had done to her!

Since she is afraid of physical contact, can I use this as revenge?

Afro's clever little head finally got it!

44. Dirty Father and Son

In the snowy night, the sound of bells could be heard from afar.

The banquet in honor of Ambassador Cardan finally ended, and the royal banquet hall, which had been bustling with cheers, was now deserted.

Only empty wine glasses and food remnants were left on the magnificent dining table that was about ten meters long.

The immortal emperor of the Rhine Empire, Kevin O'Neill Ryan, sat on the king's throne, his eyes following the swaying glass candlelight on the table.

All you see is luxury followed by corruption.

He liked to send away all the servants and appreciate the sense of decay after the prosperity alone.

Because it always reminds people of the corpses strewn across the battlefield.

As the emperor of the Ryan Empire, he was born to kill everyone on the battlefield!

It’s just… my body is no longer able to fight on the battlefield.

The aging emperor raised the goblet in his hand and saw through the clear white liquid that the wrinkles on his face were sunken like solid lava, and the curly golden hair on the crown on his head had begun to turn slightly gray.

Today, Ambassador Richard from Cardan actually sent a magic potion for longevity and health.

He said, "This is a potion made by the most famous potion master, Master Valentine, who spent three months refining it. It has the effect of prolonging life."

Can we really not resist the passage of time?

Kevin's brows dropped suddenly, and his eyes burst out with the majestic will of a lion.

He stood up, drew a sharp sword from his waist, and slashed it through the air with a loud sound. At the same time, he shouted loudly to the empty palace:

"I'm not old yet!"

"Father, of course you are not old yet!"

A young man's voice began to echo in the huge palace.

"Father, you will always lead the Ryan Empire like a lion."

A tall and heroic young man walked out from the gate.

He walked with his head held high, his short golden hair neatly styled, and the bright yellow Royal Army uniform that fitted him closely made him look tall and handsome.

Of course there is also the iconic feature - the eye patch.

It was the second son, Karta.

Kevin's eyes were sharp and gloomy. He didn't say anything, but walked slowly to the center of the hall.

He pulled out a long sword from behind the pure gold statue that was modeled after himself and threw it to Karta.

"Then, Karta, fight me."

"Yes, Father."

Karta quickly took the blade, held his breath, and held the sword upright in front of his chest, ready for a duel.

"Please begin."

Ding, with the sword tips touching as a signal, a fight between father and son officially begins.

As a male member of the royal family, every one of them needs to learn swordsmanship and magic.

Even though Kevin was old, the sharp blade braved the cold wind and reached his chest.

Swift and fierce, this is the aura contained in Kevin's moves.

So fast!

Karta's red eyes widened and he turned his wrist, trying to use the sword to block the attack.

But Karta's speed was completely insufficient, and the sharp blade flashing with cold light stabbed towards his chest mercilessly.

The aura of death enveloped Karta in an instant, and he could even feel the cold touch of the knife tip against his skin.