Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"No...I really didn't mean it."

The voice sounded weak due to the guilt. Perhaps even Afro herself felt that it was a bit too deliberate.

She bit her lip, sighed and made up her mind. She made the sign of the cross from her forehead and swore sincerely,

"I swear to the goddess Verse that I have never had such thoughts."

Grace tilted her head and frowned, looking like she didn't quite believe what Afro said.

"How do I massage my ankle if the potion spills?"

She tried her best to keep the corners of her mouth drooping, putting on an appearance as cold as frost, staring at the girl in front of her with burning eyes.

What other tricks does Afro have up his sleeve?

"There's still a little bit left... but you should change your clothes first... the medicine won't work after you take a bath."

The girl who was questioned shook the conical bottle in her hand, in which there was some residual potion hanging on the wall.

Afro's fair cheeks were flushed like a cooked lobster. She bit her lower lip awkwardly, glanced at Grace, and stammered,

"Your Highness Grace, and you... haven't bathed in the past few days, right...?"

Yes, because it was inconvenient to wash after spraining her ankle, Grace tried not to let the maids touch her except for necessary physiological activities.

Come to think of it, I haven’t taken a shower for three days.

The winters in the empire are dry and cold, and people rarely sweat. It is normal to take fewer baths in winter.

Especially since Grace had been bedridden, she had no chance to sweat at all, except for Afro's massage yesterday.

To endure the pain, one needs to coordinate the whole body and mind, and of course the body will also produce some sweat.

Grace, who is a bit of a germaphobe, chose to wipe her body with a hot towel that night, but simply scrubbing the body is not enough to make it clean.

When Afro mentioned that she "didn't take a bath", it was like a thorn in Grace's heart, and she felt as if ants were crawling all over her body.

Are you dirty?

"Do I smell weird?"

Grace's pupils dilated incredibly and she became uneasy. She raised her arms, which were as slender as crabapple branches, and sniffed a few times with the tip of her nose, then sniffed her shoulders carefully.

I couldn't smell it. Instead, the faint smell of medicine from the clothes contaminated by the potion covered the smell of my body.

After confirming that there was no peculiar smell, the girl's brows relaxed slightly.

"No."

Afro shook her head, the blush on her face was as eye-catching as if she had a hangover. She tilted her head and said in a low and shy voice,

"Your Highness Grace doesn't have any strange smell...it smells good."

"Yes, it's very clean..."

As if trying to cover up her own mistakes, she repeated it deliberately.

Why are you looking so shy? Grace frowned quietly and disdainfully.

Avro is almost like a teenage girl who is overwhelmed after falling in love.

It's timid yet contains some strange little thoughts.

Grace glanced at her, her emerald green eyes shimmering with strange light like ripples on a lake.

The moment it made contact with the air, it immediately dodged as if running for its life, as if it would explode in the next second.

"Are you thinking of something weird?"

"No...! I'm a nun in the church. I don't think of weird things!"

Afro raised her head and blushed to retort, but it was obviously not convincing at all.

——Isn't this a confession? Afro must be thinking something weird!

Grace saw through the girl's trick immediately.

Grace's scrutinizing gaze is like a smooth and transparent mirror, exposing someone's hidden thoughts to the sun.

Afro's eyes widened, and he became even more panicked and waved his hands quickly.

"If Her Highness Grace is worried, just let the maids serve you."

Of course, if there were no □□□ display and cheeks that were so red that they seemed to be dripping with blood, it would seem quite believable.

Grace wasn't afraid of what Afro might do to her.

Afro was so shy, like a trembling rabbit that had strayed into a tiger's den. It was obvious that she did not have the ability or courage to commit a crime.

The system's clear data shows that Afulo's favorability is 63.

To be honest, I am a little curious about what tricks Afulo has, or to what extent she can go.

And I am dirty too...

Rather than letting those unfamiliar maids touch his body, it would be better to let Avro help.

As a result, Grace, whose mind was completely occupied by the shy Afro in front of her, completely forgot about keeping a distance and controlling the relationship between the two.

She quietly opened a crack in the wall of her heart, allowing the trickle of water to flow out.

"It's okay, you can help me then."

The clear words were like a thunderclap falling into Afro's ears. Originally she had her head lowered and had even thought about how she would respond if she was rejected, but she blinked blankly.

A slightly sweet joy leaked out quietly from the corners of his mouth that couldn't help but rise and his eyes that suddenly brightened.

Why are you so happy?

Grace glanced at Afro and seemed to be infected by her brightness.

She put her slender white fist to her lips to hide her expression and coughed softly.

"Well... Come to think of it... You seemed to have promised me to be a maid before."

"Yes, I was rejected by you..."

Afro pursed her lips slightly aggrieved, as if she had found an outlet for her emotions.

Swish! Grace looked up and glared at her fiercely with a sharp look.

As if surrendering, Afro suddenly closed his mouth, but happiness still sparkled in his bright eyes.

"Then...you sit in the wheelchair first?"

More attentive than ever, Afro cautiously extended his hand to Grace.

Like a dog wagging its tail, eager to try even before its owner gives the order.

Grace couldn't help but sigh, Afro must have been a cute dog in her previous life, right?

The attraction between hearts was inexplicable, so Grace stretched out her hand with a little hesitation as an affirmation of Afro.

"Your Highness Grace, it doesn't feel convenient to just hold hands..."

After getting the affirmation, Afro became more and more bold. She began to slowly cross the line and put her warm hands between the waist and abdomen.

"Um……?"

The unexpected behavior made Grace shudder. The pleasant scent of gardenia and the softness of a woman filled her vision. Then, the whole person was skillfully carried to the wheelchair like a chick.

It only took a few breaths, and the instigator, in order to show his innocence, smiled as warm and clean as the sun, but there was still a suspicious blush on both sides of his cheeks.

"It will be faster this way."

"Don't touch me when I'm bathing without my permission."

Grace gave cold instructions word by word, tacitly agreeing to this contact.

"Yes~"

Afro nodded and agreed honestly. She put her hands on the wheelchair handles and pushed the girl towards the bathroom.

The wheels rolled over the soft cashmere carpet and over the exquisite desk. Afro's vision casually swept across the room...

Finally, it landed on the expensive porcelain vase, on which gorgeous roses and tulips were clustered together and inserted. The carefully designed shape was enough to show the owner's attentiveness.

Afro felt her cheeks getting hotter and hotter... Does Her Highness Grace like her so much?

In this inexplicable, intoxicating sweetness, Miss Afro also forgot the purpose of this trip - to draw a line between herself and Grace.

Until now, she only remembered those slender calves that were so delicate that no pores could be seen, and the cold and cute face of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Now, if I lower my head, I can just see the princess's plump, crystal-clear earlobes.

The itchy feeling became stronger and stronger. Afro didn't understand what it was, so she could only squeeze her hips and straighten her back to prevent herself from relaxing.

……

Regarding bathing, you must first inform Sarah, your personal maid.

She would find suitable underwear and nightgown in the princess' dressing room.

There is no need to run water in Victoria's palace, as the natural flowing hot springs allow bathing at any time.

So Afro pushed the wheelchair all the way across the wooden corridor, opened the door carved with tulips, and came to the bath.

The lingering mist lingered in every inch of the bathroom like an ambiguous atmosphere, and the sound of the splashing water drowned out the thumping heartbeat.

"arrive."

Afro couldn't help but tighten the push handle, stopped the roller, and waited for instructions patiently.

Grace, who had been thinking with her eyes closed, opened them and pointed at the boiling water.

"Just push the wheelchair over a bit and put me on the shore."

The cool sound mixed with the gurgling sound of flowing water makes people's hearts surge.

"it is good."

Afro agreed, holding her breath, and did everything Grace instructed.

The wheelchair stopped in front of the shore, and then Afro put his hands through the soft and slightly cool body of the girl. He clearly felt the body in his arms stiffen slightly, as if enduring something.

The girl's slightly soft chest also pressed against his chest.

Bang, bang, bang...bump!

Her cheeks were flushed and her mind was filled with ambiguous thoughts. Afro felt her head was floating and she was a little confused. Her heart was beating so wildly that she didn't know where it was going.

With his blood boiling, Afro held his breath and placed Grace on the shore, feeling as if he was about to be suffocated by some special feeling.

"Just wait outside now. I'll call you later and you can come in."

Grace gave the following orders with a cold look, and Afro had no choice but to do as she was told. She left in a trance, reluctantly.

The scorching heat of the water hit Grace's face, and she first touched the water surface with her white and tender feet to test the water temperature lightly.

A bit hot for delicate skin.

But Grace didn't care about that, she just wanted to take a quick shower.

With her calves immersed in the water, Grace unbuttoned the collar of her nightgown with her white and tender hands and began to take off the dirty nightgown deftly.

The silky satin slid across her smooth skin and fell lightly to the ground, and then her deft fingers unhooked her bra...

In the large, misty bathroom, Afro walked slowly toward the door with a frown on his face.

Impure thoughts seduce my will bit by bit, and there seems to be something in my chest that is ready to come out, hot and burning my soul.

Familiar scenes, familiar characters, everything seems as unreal as a dream.

It seems that in the dream, I kissed Her Royal Highness the Princess here too?

An unknown desire prompted her to glance back secretly.

Afro's breathing suddenly stopped, and all the blood in her body gathered on her face, as if she was being burned by a scorching flame, which was thrilling.

The last time, I could only see the wet collarbone and the smooth one-shoulder dress covered by the bath towel.

But this time, you can clearly see the girl's beautiful back that is like a work of art.

The body that was pampered by God did not have a trace of fat. The dazzling white back like mutton-fat jade was revealed without any cover. The smooth curve was constricted at the girl's waist and went down to the slightly round buttocks. Just one glance would make people captivated.

Her youthful innocence was sexy and alluring, and her slender body was as fragile as porcelain, which gave rise to a strange desire for violence.

My heart was beating wildly as if it was on the brink of life and death, and the vague desire reappeared in my mind as if it were yesterday.