Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Grace was not afraid of what Afro would do, she just wanted to give Afro some time to calm down.

The feeling of those warm hands touching my legs yesterday and the hem of my skirt slowly sliding upwards was so uncomfortable.

But Afulo is a bit selfish.

The numbers gradually shrank to within a hundred, and then became smaller and smaller.

Grace couldn't help it. She forced herself to support her body with her knees, endured the tearing pain with her feet, and climbed into the wheelchair.

Then he turned the wheelchair to the golden palace gate and locked it with a click.

That'll be fine.

Grace clapped her hands neatly, rested her slender arms on the armrests, and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

This way, even if Afulo wants to come in, he won't be able to see me, so the placement is successful.

As for where she wants to live, what does it have to do with me?

Just as Grace was about to turn the wheelchair and return to the bed, there was a polite knock on the door.

"Your Highness Grace, are you in the room? I am Afro."

The soft voice is like water, with its own ethereal echo, full of feminine crispness and softness.

It was obviously Afro's voice.

"I'm not here."

Grace refused with a cold tone that seemed to keep people at a distance.

"Your Highness Grace, I want to apologize to you today..."

The girl's voice outside the door sounded a little guilty, and Grace could almost imagine Afro hanging her head with her index fingers entangled guiltily.

Look at your □□□ and say it again?

Grace felt something was wrong.

This atmosphere... seems similar to the time when Irene promised to go home early but broke her promise and was finally locked out.

She quickly refused cleanly, "No need, I said we don't want to meet again during this period of time."

"But... Your Highness Grace, I'm here today to continue massaging you..."

The weak voice of the girl outside the door was like the voice of a devil, constantly bewitching Grace.

"If you just drink the potion, it will take a week and a half to recover to be able to walk... If you want to run freely after that, you will also need some time to recuperate. Your Highness Grace also wants to walk as soon as possible, right?"

"..."

Grace pursed her lips and pressed the armrest of the wheelchair with her slender white fingers.

To be honest, I'm very excited.

Only by recovering my health can I have the opportunity to do more things.

Find the maid Nora Francis, or discover the flaws of the royal sister in the palace, or even go to the Magic Association to learn magic...

Grace's mood was swaying like a tottering balance.

"Your Highness Grace, and we should make a clear explanation of what happened before, right? Your Highness will need me in the future, right?"

After Afro finished speaking sincerely, he knocked on the door gently again. The knock was like a hammer dropping, which made Grace make up her mind.

Forget it... Afro has already come this far, so just let her come in to speed up the recovery of her ankle.

"come in."

He made his voice deliberately cold, and then, with a click, the door lock was opened with a slight turning sound.

The door was pushed open impatiently, creaking with the sound of an anxious wind, and Afro's worried face appeared in front of Grace.

The emerald green eyes were a little tired, but became hot the moment they saw him.

Unlike yesterday's elaborate attire, Afro wore a simple light green aristocratic dress today. Her golden hair shawl fell on her chest. The emerald gem on her chest was particularly dazzling against her fair skin. In her hand, she held a bottle of green potion.

"Your Highness Grace, that..."

The girl's gaze simply fell on her, and a thin layer of indescribable suspicious red appeared on her cheeks.

Suspicious, very suspicious!

Grace glanced outside cautiously, but had a long silent eye contact with the maid Sarah in the air.

The maid Sarah shook her head, seeming helpless.

"Come in, and talk slowly..."

Grace didn't care about all that. She rolled on her wheels towards the princess bed with goose down mattress.

"Okay." Dong, the door was gently closed by Afulo, and the atmosphere in the air became sticky and ambiguous between the two.

It’s like... like the atmosphere of first love.

It’s weird.

The wheelchair stopped in front of the bed, and Afro's concerned voice came to my ears, "Do you need help, Your Highness Grace?"

"Need not……"

Her index finger and the center of her brow moved slightly together, and Grace rejected it cleanly.

She rolled up her sleeves to reveal her arms as white as lotus roots, intending to climb up by herself.

"Then...then...shall I massage you first? You should know the effect of the medicine. It's very good. Very good."

Afro was speaking incoherently and looked even more nervous than Grace.

Her back was straight as she stood two meters away from the princess, looking like a soldier being reviewed.

"Okay, the massage is over, you can leave once you've said whatever you wanted to say, and we'll keep some distance between us for now."

With her hands on the edge of the bed, Grace stiffly pressed her feet to the ground, trying to endure the pain and push hard to climb onto the bed.

But a certain enthusiastic young lady crossed the line and placed her hands on his hips, using the force to push herself onto the princess bed.

Grace's eyes widened like a wary rabbit.

She was half-kneeling on the bed, but this posture revealed her exquisite hip line under her dress without reservation. At the same time, she glared back at Afro with an extremely bad and angry look.

The strange scene made Afro feel strange. She lowered her head a little embarrassedly and apologized softly.

"I'm sorry... I just saw that you were so tired."

"never mind."

Grace took a deep breath and tolerated Afro's insolence.

Her Royal Highness turned over and carefully pulled up her nightgown.

Grace's face was cold and she had a reluctant look of disgust. She didn't even want to show her round knees that were slightly red like peach blossoms, and only exposed her thin calves.

"Let's have a massage first."

"Ah good."

The scene before my eyes could not help but be linked to the ambiguous dream I had last night. It felt like there were invisible cat claws scratching my chest gently.

Afro's heart was beating nervously for no apparent reason, like a war drum beating and it couldn't stop at all.

Or the blushing princess... is more likable.

She hurriedly took out the almost hot potion in her hand, unplugged it, and slowly walked to the bed.

Grace stretched her straight and slender legs and placed them on the edge of the bed, her beautiful feet gently swinging in the air, and her fair skin was like the shining sun that was impossible to look directly at.

No matter how unhappy or indifferent Her Royal Highness the Princess's expression was, Afro still felt that Grace was in a much better mood than yesterday.

But... why am I so nervous? It feels like something is about to come out of my heart.

Afro could only feel the blood on her face heating up. The more she thought about the image of Her Royal Highness the Princess gasping for breath with wet hair sticking to her forehead, the more her breathing became stagnant, and she was so nervous that she was about to be overloaded.

My face is so hot!!

Afro tried hard to hold back the wonderful emotion that was about to burst out, and the conical flask in her hand was almost crushed.

She concentrated on turning her right palm over, then tilted the conical flask to pour the smoking potion onto her hand...

Of course Grace could feel Afro's nervousness, and her breasts rose again when she took off her skirt!

Moreover, Afro's face was as red as blood jade, his movements were unusually slow, and his breathing was stagnant.

She was very nervous, which made Grace inexplicably nervous as well!

Watching her trembling movements, Grace even suspected that the bottle of potion would accidentally spill.

Grace held her breath for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak, "Afro..."

"Eh?!!"

The nun trembled slightly like a frightened deer, and then the conical flask tilted 45 degrees and slipped out of her hand like an uncontrollable future.

The green liquid splashed in the air like a waterfall, and then slowly seeped into the white nightgown like ink spots.

"what!"

Afro uttered a cry of surprise.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Grace, I...I was distracted!! I! Didn't mean to do that."

"..."

Grace blinked subtly, said nothing, and just looked at Afro quietly.

Her pale face still had a suspicious peach blush on it, but her green eyes were full of fear and apology, and she was at a loss as to what to use to wipe off the dark green stain.

How should I put it? I had a feeling that Afro seemed to be expecting something.

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

Afro paced around the bed in panic, she wanted to put her hands on her shoulders but didn't dare.

Finally, she could only lower her head anxiously, and asked carefully with a clean and harmless face, like a dog that had made a mistake,

"How about I help you change into a new set of clothes? Or take a shower first?"

Watching Afro's blood pressure rise to 75, Grace was almost certain now - Afro, she did it on purpose!

91. Afulo’s □□ value is about to be full!

When abstract feelings are transformed into concrete values, it is not as convenient as imagined.

Grace sometimes finds it annoying to be able to see the rising □□□.

If I couldn't see the numbers now, I wouldn't be so alert and wary of Afulo.

Of course, both parties are women, and Afro will not bring a strong sense of oppression like men.

But now...

The girl raised her hand slightly, and the soft leather material around her swan-like neck was showing herself that Grace was now under Afro's control.

"That control... I won't use it again, Your Highness Grace, you don't have to worry..."

Afro's slender, white fingers tightly grasped the conical flask, and he lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake, his voice as soft as a mosquito.

There was still a suspicious blush on her cheeks.

If you don't need the collar, why don't you take it off?

Grace frowned, her beautiful red eyes narrowed for a long time like a vigilant cat, and she was also judging someone for a long time.

The air was so strange and sticky that one could hear a pin drop. It was absolutely quiet.

"..."

Grace could roughly guess what Afro was thinking without even asking.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

Her Royal Highness lowered her head, looking at the horrifying green liquid on her skirt, and uttered a soft word of reproach from her throat.

In fact, Afro knew that Grace did not mean to blame her too much, but her sharp eyes were like a knife that cut through lies, as if she wanted to uncover the truth in the deepest part of her heart.

Afro held her breath and half-knelt beside the bed. She felt so nervous that her legs were shaking slightly, and her eyes looked like a guilty thief, not daring to look Her Royal Highness the Princess in the eye.