Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Not knowing why she felt strangely uncomfortable, Afro held her breath and agreed in a low voice.

With the help of Sarah, the maid, the clean clothes had already been quietly placed in the clothes basket beside the bath door.

A smooth and soft silk nightgown, a shaping bra that perfectly fits the girl's breasts, and soft white panties lay quietly in the basket.

Next, she was responsible for handing the clothes to Grace and letting her put them on.

Afro turned around and looked at the smooth and white back openly and unscrupulously for the first time.

Water droplets on the wet hair slid down the snow-white skin, and the slender arms like lotus roots were lazily resting on the shore, which made people feel wet.

Afro approached the girl step by step, with a question lurking in her mind. She held the basket and half-knelt to ask Grace, who was only one step away,

"If you don't like me, why do you keep me at a distance?"

Grace's cool face turned slightly red in the steaming water, and her beautiful earlobes were also stained with the blush, as if she had a hangover, which was very heart-beating.

"Because it is you who needs to keep your distance from me."

The muscles in his arms froze in place, Afro opened his eyes wide, and his heart beat violently as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting.

"How, how, how could it be?"

The squatting figure swayed, and the girl's slender fingers holding the basket turned slightly white.

"Then tell me, why are you afraid to look at me now? Why is my attitude so important to you?"

Grace said, carefully covering the shallow snow mound and looking up.

The words that are not straightforward leave enough room for imagination.

Could it be that I... really... really have these weird thoughts?

To Her Royal Highness... To my future sister-in-law...

How could I not dare to look at Grace...

Afro's dilated pupils seemed to be shattered by a battering ram. She trembled her shoulders slightly in disbelief and forced herself to look at Grace.

The faces were less than forty centimeters apart, and the delicate red pupils were as clear as starlight.

The princess's wet cheeks and beautiful cherry lips were slightly moist and glowing as if they had been kissed, making her look like a fresh rose ready to be picked.

It makes people unable to help but think about what they did in the dream.

Afro's breathing stagnated, and she could no longer tell whether this was reality or a dream.

Is this a dream? Is this a dream?

She stared at the girl in front of her, as if she had fallen into a deep whirlpool. She could no longer hear any sound in her ears; the sound of flowing water, her breathing, and her heartbeat all disappeared.

Grace's moist lips moved slightly.

The princess seemed to have said something, but Afro could no longer hear it clearly.

She only saw Grace lift her other smooth white arm from the water, turn over her soft, wet palm, hook her fingers, and move her cheek forward. Her long eyelashes fluttered like butterflies, as if she wanted to kiss her.

Like an invitation.

Afro was in a trance and heard a clear gurgling sound in his throat.

She closed her eyes as if to escape, her white fingers tightly grasping the corner of her clothes, resisting the urge to re-enact the scene in her dream, and her lips unconsciously moved forward.

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Little Gray opened a painting studio, hoping to be exposed to different colors.

But her guests seemed to be from different worlds.

A socially anxious rock girl.

A spirited horse girl who aims to win the triple crown.

A seriously injured and dying bunny from Rhode Island.

A young man with a heart full of hatred.

A great and wise teacher who cares about the world.

The Immortal Crane Lord who can’t chat.

Uncle Aizen looks very warm-hearted.

93. How to spend the night?

The water flows quietly into the tranquil bathing pool.

But the moment when the imagined soft lips touched, they did not actually fall.

Instead, it was a clear question, "What are you doing, Afro?"

As if a heavy hammer hit her head, Afro woke up from her dream and opened her eyes in panic.

Grace was looking at him with serious eyes, with the corners of her mouth drooping, as if she was examining a heinous criminal.

The wet water stains slowly slid down the girl's face, across her fair skin, and into her delicate collarbone.

? ?

What am I, me, me, me, doing?

"That...that..."

His heart was pounding and his body was burning red as if it had been soaked in boiling water. He was so panicked that he wanted to run away. Afro, who was half squatting, fell straight back. In fear, he used his hands to support himself on the wet ground to prevent himself from falling.

Grace was not surprised. She covered her feminine chest tightly and pointed to the laundry basket.

"Help me get a towel."

"Ah... yes."

Afro's brain was overloaded and he nodded dully as if he had lost his soul, and his white and slender hands reached into the basket tremblingly.

What's wrong with me? Why do I think about things that shouldn't happen every day?

Could it be that I...really...really like Grace?

The terrible thought is like an unknown seed planted in the heart, waiting to sprout in spring.

No, no, impossible!

Afro tensed his muscles in fear at the thought.

No, no! Why did you approach Grace in the first place?

Because she slandered the goddess and humiliated herself, and then...

How did I end up having to help Her Royal Highness the Princess take a bath, and how did it end up like this?

Why? What kind of feeling is this...

The special emotion that broke the existing cognition made Afro feel unprecedented panic.

She wanted to escape, but her instinct told her to stay.

And after last night's fantasies, the bad brain will always produce endless and itchy thoughts.

Even if he secretly made eye contact with Grace, he would become anxious.

It's okay! It's okay! Calm down! Calm down!

Grabbing the soft blanket with her fingertips, Afro lowered her head and handed the towel to Grace.

The slender arm took away the towel cleanly with water stains on it.

How could it be possible that Her Highness wanted to kiss me...? What on earth was I thinking just now?

Afro closed his eyes reluctantly, cursing himself for being frivolous in his heart.

The long eyelashes trembled like timid butterfly wings, and Afro's face was covered with an ambiguous blush. Grace glanced at her quickly and said nothing.

The moment Afro closed her eyes, she understood - the girl was asking for a kiss by posing like that.

And as long as Grace opens someone's panel, she can find a huge, pink [○○ in?] prompt next to the [Saint Aphrodite] title box.

If any couple were in her place, as long as they responded to the request, the bathtub would be splashed with water of love.

But Grace wouldn't do that.

She licked her lower lip lightly, wiped her arm, and said nonchalantly:

"Don't worry about what I think. I won't fall in love with Afro...you. I just treat you as a family member."

"Yes, we will be a family in the future..."

Of course, this is just Grace's superficial calmness. There are more moving secrets beneath the iceberg that no one can see.

She was more conflicted than Afuluo. She actually had no way to refuse Afuluo's request, but her reason told her to stay away.

She didn't want to get close to Afro anymore, but fate used invisible forces to bring the two together.

Emotional conflicts make people feel awkward, and it seems that they can never be their original selves again.

This absurd explanation did not make Afro feel at ease. Instead, she opened her eyes anxiously, eager for the answer to the question, and asked:

"Why do you always talk about marrying my brother...? Didn't you tell me that you don't have to marry my brother?"

Grace didn't even raise her eyes, and continued to wipe it with graceful and slow movements, rubbing across her thin arms like a lover's caress.

"Sometimes things are beyond your control. You must be prepared to face the tricks of fate."

He had been so confident before, but now he suddenly changed his words, which made Afuluo feel a little unreasonable.

I hate Grace's talk of calling herself my sister-in-law, and I hate her inexplicable attitude.

"I won't fall in love with Grace either! I will only dedicate everything I have to the goddess. Grace, please don't have any weird thoughts, it will be very troublesome."

With a sense of irritation, Afro pouted his lips and repeated it loudly and confidently.

Yes, that’s right!

It was just a strange teenage dream that led to my current state. I will forget about it in a few days.

According to church rules, if you have incestuous thoughts about your future sister-in-law, you will be burned in hell.

"Then let's draw a clear line here."

Grace raised her head, knowing what was going on, and said the same words without giving in.

The ambiguous atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle, and a certain invisible desire to win childishly spread between the two of them.

For some reason, the two people who were competing with each other seemed to be stuck in a life-and-death duel. Once they bowed to each other, they would fall into the eighteen levels of hell and never be resurrected.

Afro took a deep breath, frowned, clenched his fists angrily, and said stubbornly:

"I just treat you as a good friend and as someone I can repay my gratitude to. Grace, you must not like me."

"how could be?"

Grace snorted coldly, and curled her lips with a fake smile, "I can only bully you at most. Ah, I will be your sister-in-law in the future. So, you can't resist."

"is it?"

When he heard the word "sister-in-law", his eyebrows jumped. Afro bit his cheek and glanced at the girl's neck.

"…your collar is still around your neck?!"

"It's ok."

Grace touched the swan-like neck and stared back coldly, "There are so many things that the collar can't do. I can still do whatever I want."

Everything is back to the starting point, nothing has changed, but it seems like something has changed.

"Turn around, I need to change my clothes."

Grace looked slightly annoyed and waved at Afro, asking her to turn around.

"..."

The atmosphere was no longer sticky. Afro stood up, her cheeks slightly puffed as she turned around impatiently, her toes tapping the slightly wet ground continuously, as if urging her.

She talks as if she can send ○!

The sound of rushing water began again, and the girl's white body supported herself on the edge of the bathtub and jumped up. Then, an ambiguous rustling sound was heard.