Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"..."

Grace sighed softly and stared at Afro with her dark red eyes for a long time.

That gaze lingered on the edge of hesitation, as if it was just one step away from success.

Maybe...? Her Highness will be frank at this moment?

Afro was looking forward to it. Finally, Grace opened her red lips and said, "You go back first..."

Eh?

Afro's expression was as if petrified.

Her Highness Grace is extremely awkward, maybe we should find a reason for her?

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Grace..."

Afro couldn't help but look at the collar that was restrained around her slender neck.

A bright blue light flashed, and body control was activated.

The red pupils suddenly contracted in shock, and Grace's originally reluctant body began to move.

Use both hands to pinch the hem of the skirt and pull it up a little bit.

Grace, who could see what her body was doing, looked at Afro with red eyes as if she wanted to eat a child.

The cold cheeks also turned slightly red like cherry blossoms due to the surge of blood.

"Don't worry, it's just a massage with medicine."

Afro controlled his hands and stopped at the part where they reached his knees.

God gave Grace a beloved face and skin, and also did not skimp on her love for other parts of her body.

The feet are small and delicate in shape, the skin is as white as jade, and the calves are slender and thin.

There is a deformed bulge in the ankle, which is caused by a fracture.

Under someone's murderous gaze, Afro poured a little of the smoking potion into her hand.

Afro rubbed the hot potion with his slender fingers, and deliberately gave Grace the right to speak with a bit of malice.

She thought Grace would grit her teeth and look at her cutely and blushingly like last time.

But she just remained silent, with a look of murderous intent and consideration in her eyes.

Are you really thinking about how to kill yourself?

Afro quickly threw this boring idea out of his mind.

She said this softly, "If it hurts, you can say it."

Then, Afro's hand touched the calf, which was as cold as a human's. It was so cold that he thought he was touching snow.

Even though he was controlling Grace's body, he could feel her trembling.

Afro asked cautiously, "Does it hurt?"

There was no answer, but judging from the sudden frown on Grace's face, it seemed a little painful.

According to the method my brother taught me, I haven’t even started yet.

Afro originally wanted to teach Princess Grace a lesson for her stubbornness, but she couldn't help but slow down her movements.

The delicate skin is massaged on the calf muscles, ankles and other places.

Because no one was talking, the ambiguous rustling sound of skin against skin seemed noisy.

Afro was concentrating on applying the potion to the magic lines on his lower body, with little energy devoted to other things.

When she looked up by chance, she saw that the princess' face was as red as blood, and even her delicate earlobes were stained with this deep red.

The atmosphere seemed to have changed.

Afro suddenly felt the blood boiling on her face. When she looked at Grace's ankle again, she could no longer take it calmly.

She raised her right calf slightly and asked, "Your Highness Grace, does it hurt?"

"..."

Grace wouldn't answer, so Afro could only look at Grace's expression.

Her Royal Highness the Princess lay on her back on the bed, half of her face pressed against the headboard, her pupils were red, and a layer of fine, enduring sweat formed on her forehead.

And I was holding her calf...it was a bit bad no matter how I thought about it?

But what comes next is the most painful. I have to apply the potion to my ankle with special magic and then connect the broken bones.

Afro took a deep breath and tried to make his movements quick, accurate and ruthless to reduce Grace's pain.

There was a “click” sound—and then, “Hmm…ha…ha…”.

A painful gasp was heard in the bedroom, and the princess finally gasped in great pain.

The girl immediately fell sideways into the soft bedding beside the bed. Her half-exposed eyebrows were like a crumpled ball of paper, wrinkled, and her eyes couldn't even glare at herself fiercely.

Cold sweat broke out on his cheeks and his whole body was pale.

Oh no... I used too much force.

Afro released his control over Grace's body, pulled the girl's sleeve with some distress, and said softly while helping her calm down:

"Your Highness Grace, if it hurts, you can scream."

"There is no shame in pain. You don't have to endure it alone. As a friend, I will always be by your side."

"Ha ha……"

Grace lay in the quilt like a dead fish for a long time, and finally got up after a while.

Afro pulled her up and asked with concern, "Are you feeling better?"

Grace did not answer. She sat up straight with her back erect. Even though her cheeks were still flushed and sweaty, there was an indescribable solemnity in her red eyes.

"Aphrodite, if one day... No, don't you feel that you are betraying your faith and your beloved goddess?"

"Ok?"

Does this matter? Afro wondered.

Grace frowned and stared at Afro's eyes intently.

"In other words, do you have special feelings for me? Are you willing to give up your faith for this?"

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88. Do you like me?

Faith has become a habit.

Stepping out of your comfort zone is difficult for anyone.

Apparently the same goes for Afro.

Grace patted her chest and breathed slightly to calm her breathing, waiting for Afro's answer.

"Special feelings...?"

The expression on the nun's face froze for a moment, her pupils dimmed, and the hand that was patting Grace's back to relieve her anger also stopped where it was.

She sat on the bed in a duck position, as confused as a child who was asked for the first time which one of her father or mother she liked better.

What would she think of? The fields? The starry sky? Or the chase in the cornfield?

Grace didn't know.

However, the places on the feet where the potion was applied were constantly heating up, and the places where Afro's hands had caressed seemed to still have a feeling of hair standing on end and electric currents flowing through them.

Grace felt a different kind of fear, as if something was about to break.

Grace was angry because Afro was completely out of her control.

Afro wants to seize the initiative in the relationship.

Grace must cut off quickly anything that is out of her control.

Afro's behavior was undoubtedly an act of provocation.

Now Afro must learn a lesson.

The conflict between the thoughts in her mind and her subconscious defense mechanism has resulted in Grace's extremely contradictory behavior now.

Seeing that Afro was still hesitating, Grace clenched her fists slightly and pointed out directly in a cold and emotionless tone:

"To put it simply, do you like me? Like a lover."

“Like, like, like, like…?”

The voice became stuttering, the jade-like pupils like lake water suddenly shrank like a stone falling into a pond, and the long eyelashes blinked rapidly like the wings of a fleeing butterfly.

The emotions spread out layer by layer, and Afro didn't know what he felt in his heart in a panic.

She has never liked anyone, naturally has no lover, and doesn't know what it feels like to be in love.

Although recently someone did say that I seem to have a lover...

But as a nun, I will never betray my beliefs and fall in love with someone else.

These are the true words from the heart uttered while bathing in the blessings of the Goddess in front of the statue.

It took Aphrodite a long time to come back to her senses. She didn't know why she began to avoid the princess's burning, judgmental gaze.

So she had to shrink back a little, looking at the quilt embroidered with gold thread, and whispered:

"Your Highness Grace, I don't think we have that kind of relationship."

“I hope we can keep…”

What is the relationship?

Afro lowered her head, and the index fingers of both hands were entangled like a tangled spiral.

She was at a loss for words for a moment.

If I have to describe it, it should be similar to the relationship between good friends.

We can be honest with each other, hold hands and rely on each other, and share our favorite and interesting things with each other at all times.

We can see more of the lovely side of Her Majesty the Princess as before.

Of course, it also feels good to hold Grace in my arms and chat in bed at night.

I should say that as long as we are together, we will feel very happy...

"You just don't like me, right?"

Afro's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a cold and distant voice.

She raised her head and looked at Her Royal Highness.

Both his eyes and the expression on his face were still freezing cold, but she felt a different aura.

It seems like I will be completely hated in the next second.

For the first time, Afro felt a sense of panic.

"It's not that I don't like you! It's just that I don't like you in the same way as a lover..."

Like a dog that had a premonition that it would be abandoned, she anxiously lowered her eyebrows and gestured with her hands.

"I like you like my best friend! There is no way I can develop any forbidden feelings for you and betray my goddess..."

However, such an explanation did not ease the atmosphere between the two, but instead developed in an extreme direction.

"I see."

Grace seemed to have made up her mind. She sat up straight, folded her arms in a gesture of isolation, and swept her eyes over herself with a cold look.

"Do you have anything else to say today?"

"what?"

Afro's ears twitched alertly. Being naturally sensitive, she noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere at the moment.

"If you have nothing to say, you can leave now."