Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Afro didn't know why he agreed to Grace like a madman.

Just looking at her captivating red eyes, I couldn't say no, even if it was a bad word.

Grace is just a weird, slightly weird, lonely person, and her biggest bad thing is...

She used a collar to control herself and took off her clothes, and then she was subjected to strange humiliation.

What was the reason for her anger at that time? It was the disappointment after she failed to live up to her expectations, and the outburst of grievance and anxiety.

If such an incident happened again, Afro thought he would not be angry.

"Yes, Your Highness Grace."

There is a difference in status, so Afro doesn't feel uncomfortable when being called.

"Yes - Master."

Grace emphasized this by patting the table childishly.

"Yes, Master."

Afro once again indulged Grace's request.

"Where's the water?"

Like a villain, Grace cast a cold look at Afro.

The look in her eyes was actually no different from usual, but once she entered the role of a maid, she had the illusion of wanting to overthrow Grace immediately.

Completely overturned.

"immediately."

Afro smiled politely and poured half a cup of warm water into the glass.

Grace only took a light bite and then deliberately criticized, "It's too hot."

Afro could see the mockery in her raised eyebrows.

So she added some more cold water to Grace's glass.

The cherry lips were slightly parted, and the water moistened the girl's beautiful lips. This time, Grace commented expressionlessly, "It's too cold."

Afro poured it again with the patience he used to appease his followers, and the final evaluation he received was - "Too hot."

Grace was completely amusing herself.

Afro took a deep breath and tried her best to calm her chest. She planned to endure it a little longer.

Play with her for a while longer, after all, Grace is indeed her brother's savior.

When, for the fourth time, the glass touched the wooden table with patient anger, Grace did not dislike the temperature of the water.

Instead, he was extremely aggressive, holding up his glass and commenting with a straight face,

"Aphrodite, your technique is terrible."

"..."

Afro couldn't help it and almost knocked over the metal teapot in her hand.

Of course, there is more to Grace’s fun.

She would pull books off the shelf one by one, read them briefly, and then ask herself to put them back.

This is nothing, but what makes Afro more embarrassed is that Grace would ask her to read some incomprehensible third-rate novels.

"Damn it! If Princess Turandot dies, I will bury the entire Principality of Rebaka with her!"

These novels are suitable for younger girls.

But for Afro, just reading it out loud was like being run over by a four-wheeled carriage, giving him goosebumps all over his body.

Grace was enjoying her awkward expression at this moment. The girl, who was originally as cold as ice, had a happy and joyful smile on her face that never faded.

At this moment, she was really happy, but...

My brother had also shown a smile like this before, as bright as gold and incredibly precious.

Afuluo thought, forget it, I'll just endure it one last time and accompany her for one last time.

She is my younger sister, two years younger than me, and all these things have to be paid back.

Afro could only comfort himself with some lame excuses.

……

Finally it was getting late at night and almost time to go to bed.

According to the general procedure, Afro needs to change Grace's clothes throughout this period, replacing her heavy winter skirt with light silk pajamas.

To be honest, Grace didn't really want Afro to come in.

So at the door of the dressing room, Grace folded her arms and still gave orders as a princess,

"You go out, I can change it myself."

"I heard from the maids in Her Royal Highness's palace that the most important thing for a maid is to take care of all the tedious matters regarding the master's food, clothing, housing and transportation."

Afro folded her hands in front of her stomach and smiled gracefully.

"We've come this far, so there's no reason to turn back."

Grace didn't care. She pushed the door open and ordered them to leave. "We've almost finished playing the maid game. Let's stop here today."

"No, no."

Afro's holy voice rejected it cleanly and neatly, and at the same time she placed her hand on the back of Grace's fair hand.

Playing pranks on people is fun, but Grace wants to see more changes.

Things beyond imagination and unexpectedness are fascinating, just like the random challenges in a game.

"I always feel like Your Highness Grace, you are expecting me to do something excessive."

Afro closed the door gently, "Can I do something extreme now?"

64. I want to see her panic

Grace moved to Victoria's bedroom, and Afro, who was playing the maid game with her, naturally followed.

As a powerful princess, Victoria's dressing room was divided into four areas, with dresses neatly arranged on slender golden hangers, countless treasures and exquisite high heels.

Countless unknown secrets can be hidden behind the high and low clothes, whether they are ostentatious or everyday.

Afro blocked the exit of the dressing room door with her slender body.

Her emerald green eyes were as quiet and clear as an ancient well. Her expression was never frivolous, but always content and holy.

It was as if the words that had just been spoken were just like a mayfly leaf floating on the vast ocean, not enough to cause any waves.

"Something too extreme?"

Grace couldn't help but repeat the girl's words.

To be honest, I can't imagine that such a kind nun could do anything excessive.

It's not so much that I expect her to do something excessive.

She can be very tolerant no matter what happens. Where is the bottom line of her kindness?

Those who walk with light and darkness and only show the bright side are the most frivolous beings in the world.

People are not defined when they are born. There is no born good person, only goodness after choice.

Grace wants to see Aphrodite's dark side.

With such anticipation, she folded her arms and glanced at the girl in the maid outfit with a strange look in her eyes, half-believing and half-doubting.

Then, he chuckled softly and asked unscrupulously:

"Miss Afro, do you have the guts to do something excessive?"

Afro approached slowly and gently, "Your Highness Grace, are you trying to provoke me?"

Dong, dong, dong. The tips of two shoes, one black and one white, were less than twenty centimeters apart on the wooden floor.

Miss Afro came closer, and her appearance didn't give off much of an offensive vibe.

It's better to say that this is just "revenge" for the prank just now, a special game that belongs to the two of them.

There are so many strange things said, it's normal for Miss Afro to learn a little.

What could someone as innocent as her do?

Facing Afro, who was a little taller and older than herself, Gray commented nonchalantly,

"I just simply thought about the nature of Miss Sister, and I felt that you would never do anything excessive..."

She raised her head and looked straight into Afro's eyes, and reminded him with a slight movement of her red lips:

"And remember to call me Master now, the maid game is not over yet."

After a few days of getting along, someone had completely seen through the girl.

Of course, Afro seemed to be immune to such arrogant and condescending attitude.

Afro, while running her hands over the soft satin and colorful silk fabrics to search for the most suitable nightgown for tonight, pricked up her pointed ears and listened patiently.

The slender fingers suddenly stopped on a black gauze skirt with shining sequins. Afro's green eyes widened in surprise and she couldn't help but sigh:

"Sure enough, Her Royal Highness is looking forward to it?"

In fact, Grace didn't care whether she was called Master or not, because to Afro, this title was no different from His Royal Highness or Miss.

Grace also lost the fun of chasing something that could be done without any resistance.

“How do you read expectations?”

She frowned, and the other half of her long and thin eyebrows drooped slightly, with a slightly strange expression on her face.

"It's better to say that I know Miss Afro very well. After all, I gave you choices many times."

This is it, a translucent nightgown that not only sets off her fair skin but also allows her to spend the night comfortably.

Afro nodded slightly with satisfaction, then took it off. She turned her head, looked into Grace's eyes, and said with a smile:

"But this time, Her Highness Grace may be disappointed."

"?"

Grace's curiosity was completely aroused, and her clear red eyes looked at her as bright as stars.

So what is excessive?

"Your Highness, why do you look like that?"

Afro held the soft cloth in her arms. She blinked in surprise and smiled.

"Right now, it's like you have expectations written all over your body."

Grace said nothing, but just stood there, watching the girl gradually approaching her.

Afro held her nightgown and stared at herself with an innocent look in her eyes. She brushed a few strands of blonde hair behind her ears and raised her hand.

As a nun, perhaps because of her prayers, her fingers are distinctly jointed, exceptionally slender and long, with just the right amount of delicacy and rosiness.

Even without wearing a ring, you can feel the preciousness in the texture of your skin.

Very nice hands.

The final landing point seemed to be her shoulder. Grace noticed this keenly and subconsciously took a step back.

"Her Highness Grace's weakness is that she hates physical contact, right?"

But the hands were firmly placed on the shoulders, and then he continued to whisper in a soft, saintly voice.

The servants were dismissed from the dressing room and it was unusually quiet. Afro's soft and tiny voice seemed particularly abrupt and ambiguous at this moment.

She didn't do it on purpose, but followed the etiquette of a maid, moving slowly from the shoulders to the neck.

"It's just changing clothes for Her Highness Grace. There's nothing special about it."

Grace subconsciously blocked it with her arm, her brows drooped and she lost some interest.

"If it's just a change of clothes, I don't think it's necessary."