Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Good afternoon, Your Highness Grace."

Grace wanted to look up at her, but she lowered her head inexplicably and her eyes were forced to focus on the words in the long book - the royal family of the Principality of Ibro possessed a forbidden power...

The footsteps gradually approached, and finally stopped in front of the bed. Afro lowered his head and deliberately waved his thin white and slender hands in front of Grace.

"Why are you ignoring me, Your Highness Grace?"

"I'm reading a book." Grace answered coldly without even raising her head.

To be honest, she was thinking about how to tell Afro - Hey, you play the chair and I sit on you?

Anyone who hears this would ask a big question mark and call the police, right?

Grace began to wonder if the system was torturing her.

But Afro, who was unaware of this, was naively concerned about herself. She placed her hand on the book with a smile.

The five smooth, white and slender fingers were as long and slender as the roots of scallions, and they looked like some kind of treasure worthy of being collected. There was an amazing beauty in the distinct bones.

It is a very hand-friendly hand...

But now, Grace only felt that this hand was like the kind of dog paw that forcibly stopped the work after being ignored by the owner.

"I brought you a special potion today. Your ankle will recover quickly."

This was a topic that interested Grace. She raised her eyebrows slightly and closed the book neatly.

"Ahh! Grace, you pinched my hand."

Who told you to put your paws around?

Grace glared at her, then quietly opened the book again and acquitted the girl's hand.

"How long does it take before you can get out of bed after drinking?"

Afro sat down on the bed, her green eyes shining brightly, brighter than a spring day.

"My brother said seven or eight days, but I'm not sure."

Are you sure you dare give it to me?

Grace sighed and finally whispered, "Thank you, Afro."

Afro raised her head proudly, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, her long legs half draped over the bed, swaying back and forth happily. "You're welcome, this is what I should do. After all, you saved me."

She seemed to remember something and leaned forward, asking curiously,

"By the way, do you need my help with your physiological problems today?"

"..."

Does she not understand, or is she doing it on purpose?

Grace was silent for a moment, veins popping on her forehead, and she couldn't help but clench her fists.

Thinking of the embarrassing and self-deprecating scene yesterday, Grace felt like her ears were about to burn red.

Because she had never lost and had only enjoyed victory, Grace found it difficult to accept such a shameful thing.

Her eyes swept over the blonde girl, and she couldn't help but ask softly,

"Aphrodite... do you ever feel like you're a living creature sometimes?"

"If it's a living creature, it should be a pigeon, right? Actually, I'm not sure myself, but I know exactly what kind of creature Her Highness Grace is."

Afro also swept Grace's cold and distant face with a burning gaze, and made a comment with a smile on his face.

"It's a cat. It's one of those fierce, cold wild cats on the roadside, but it's very cute."

The memory instinctively returned to the modern times where steel forests stood. Grace thought of her ex and said with loving eyes:

——"It's actually cuter than a cat. Can you imitate a cat's meow? That will definitely make people's hearts flutter."

"Just do as you are told, and I will do what you like, okay?"

That woman!! She treated me like her pet cat! A pet that she pampered when she was happy and abandoned when she was unhappy!

The instinctive resistance makes people want to end this topic.

Grace gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then exhaled in small sips, calming her emotions as her chest rose and fell.

I feel very bad, and I feel bad whenever I think of her.

Grace didn't bother to consider Afro's thoughts.

"Aphrodite, did I tell you that if you come to see me, I will bully you?"

She pointed at the chair at the desk unreasonably and gave orders to Afro in a cold and indifferent tone like a villain.

"Can you pretend to be a piece of furniture now? For example, that chair, so I can sit on it?"

79. Grace is soft and blushing. Hehe

"Eh?"

The legs that were swinging freely beside the bed stopped for a moment, and the smile on Afro's face froze.

She blinked her green eyes, frowned with disdain, and looked at Her Royal Highness with the eyes of a weirdo.

"Your Highness Grace, do you know what strange things you are saying?"

Grace was not surprised by Afro's look.

Sometimes, she even felt that her words and actions were inconsistent...but people are so twisted and tangled.

Grace lay on the bed with a calm expression, her fingers crossed in front of her abdomen, and her right thumb tapped anxiously and quickly.

She was a little nervous, but she thought that she should be able to calm down and do what she wanted to achieve.

I could endure the pain of a broken ankle, I wasn't afraid of death, so why am I afraid now?

Just taking advantage.

The wall of her heart was repaired by her inner determination, and Grace regained her original pride.

She raised her head with a frosty face and looked at Afro who was looking down at her. Her sharp aura filled the quiet air with invisible thorns.

"I've told you twice before, three times is the limit. I don't want to repeat myself again."

The girl said as she glanced gloomily at the closed golden door, "If you don't want to, get out."

There wasn't a trace of friendliness in his tone.

Her Royal Highness the Princess' body seemed to be surrounded by a layer of frozen frost, and anyone who got close to her would feel the bone-chilling cold.

But Afro has completely deciphered Grace's behavior.

That's saying one thing and thinking another, plus a little bit of bravado.

Like a well-behaved puppy who was slapped by his owner for no apparent reason, but instead of getting angry, he somersaulted over. Afro curved his eyebrows and gently rubbed the slender calf in the quilt with his elbow.

"It's so sudden...why do you look so reluctant every time I compliment you?"

She came closer relentlessly, her eyes sincere and pure, enough to purify all the hypocrisy in this world.

"Is it shameful for a girl to be praised? Grace is so awkward."

Grace's heart had calmed down under her strong self-control. Her eyes were half-closed, and she uttered a few cold words unmoved.

"Will you do it or not?"

The soft questioning, word by word, seemed ambiguous and dangerous in an atmosphere where only the two of them were present.

"Um……?"

Afro frowned, tilted his head and took a step forward to look at Grace.

Her body, half lying on the bed, was almost falling on him.

"Is it that strange curse again...?"

Aphrodite was in the blooming age of youth. Fine hairs were clearly visible on her childish face. Her body, blessed by the gods, had almost no pores and her skin was as white as snow.

The naturally upturned corners of her lips and almond-shaped eyes that are as gentle as a dog give her a natural temperament of kindness, reliability, compassion and holiness.

But now her cheeks were inexplicably stained with a light blush.

Make this temperament a little subtle.

Grace kept her mouth drooping, like a white flower on an unreachable cliff, and said indifferently:

"I'll give you five seconds to think about it... If you don't want to, you can leave, and you don't have to come tomorrow."

"Hmm? That?"

Afro's pupils suddenly shrank, and her long eyelashes blinked wildly, looking a little dazed.

"Five...four...three..."

Gray raised her beautiful white palm without mercy, and pressed down the time for Aphrodite to think one by one in the countdown.

Afro's favorability is 62, which is the favor he gained by risking his life and leaving his back to Afro in a life-and-death crisis.

It also means that the relationship is more than friends but less than lovers, and the emotions during this period are the most itchy.

Afro obviously didn't want to give up. Her brows were furrowed and she seemed to be in a state of intense struggle.

"two……"

The little finger symbolizing the end was about to be pressed down, and Afro's wrinkled brows relaxed as if in compromise.

"Wait, wait, wait..."

She called Grace, looked around the room hesitantly, and asked in a daze and a little shyly:

"Then how...how do I do it? How do I play the role of a chair?"

This expression was very different from her initial look when she would rather die than surrender and was determined to defend her self-esteem to the death.

As expected... Does it mean you can do whatever you want if your favorability is high enough?

The expression on Grace's face was still arrogant, and her slightly raised eyebrows and mouth corners represented her current happiness, like a proud cat.

"Of course..."

The girl's voice froze along with her expression.

How to do it?

Grace knows how to love someone and how to kiss someone.

The desire to kiss and touch comes from the heart most of the time.

But to be honest, the education she received since childhood has allowed her to maintain the bottom line that she must adhere to as a human being.

The harsh reality made her realize the unspoken rules of the world.

Even though she was in a high position, she did not understand these taboos, nor did she want to humiliate others without any grudges.

"Your Highness Grace, you don't know how to do it, right?"

Afro said this with a smile on her face. If her face wasn't so clean and innocent, Grace would have thought she was laughing at her.

"Ah."

Grace sneered, she walked over Afro's soft body and picked up the lace gloves on the bedside table.

The slightly transparent lace passed through the beautiful and slender five fingers little by little, covering the delicate skin. Grace looked coldly at the dark brown cashmere carpet and suggested,

"Why don't you try getting on all fours and lying on the ground?"

Afro followed her gaze with a serious expression. She thought carefully for two seconds and found the loophole.

"If I keep sitting like this, my waist won't be able to bear it, right? But it's okay if I just sit for a while."

Finally, her eyes swept over Grace with concern, and she even began to consider Grace.

"Besides, Your Highness Grace, it's not convenient for you to sit up like this, right? If I get on all fours, it will be very inconvenient for you to toss your ankles like this."

Her sparkling green eyes sparkled with anticipation, and she was eager to try.

It's like a big golden retriever waiting for its owner to throw a ball, pressing its paws with excitement.

"..."

Grace was silent.