Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

My wandering thoughts inevitably drift to the same scene.

Bah! What are you thinking about?

But this time, even if Afro had any wrong thoughts, she would be forcibly stopped - she used the flesh of her thighs to protect her invisible dignity.

"By the way...Aphrodite, you will also take a bath in the bath later."

Grace reminded casually while changing her clothes.

"Ok?"

Afuluo was a little confused. She wasn't planning to stay here today, so why should she take a shower?

"Remember to get rid of your bad thoughts."

What do you mean? Grace is too much!

As if she was caught reading a pornographic book, Afro's ears turned red, and her holy voice became a little crazy.

"I don't have any weird thoughts!! A nun can't have weird thoughts!"

But the only response Afro got was a soft sneer.

The girl was getting more and more crazy, how could she do such a thing! !

"I do not care."

Grace's cold voice demanded in an unyielding tone, "You'd better do it."

……

On the cobblestone path lit by yellowish street lights, the carriage gradually disappeared at the end of the road.

Admiral Welsh's carriage drove away, the military meeting ended, and Victoria was about to have some rest tonight.

"By the way, where is Grace? Did you give her the key to the study?"

Victoria leaned against the windowsill on the second floor, looking out the window at the darkening night and suddenly asked.

Secretary Caroline, who was standing beside her, nodded reliably and replied:

"Yes. Her Highness Grace is bathing in the bathtub now."

"Really? Since she's in the shower, wait in the bedroom."

Victoria's scarlet eyes drooped tiredly, and she turned her slightly sore shoulders. Victoria glanced diagonally and found an unfamiliar carriage in the stable downstairs.

The family crest of a silver griffin prominently reveals the owner's identity.

"Argerich? Why are you stopping here so late?"

Victoria frowned grimly, "Aphrodite is here?"

"Your Highness Victoria, half an hour ago, when you were in a meeting, Miss Afro came to visit Your Highness Grace."

Putting her hands heavily on the window frame, Victoria exhaled a puff of displeasure into the cold air.

"She's here again?"

Victoria's attitude towards the Argerich faction, which is not in her own camp, is very subtle.

Scratching the wooden window frame gently with her fingernails, Victoria whispered, "What about Afro?"

"Her Highness Victoria, Miss Afro Argerich... is now in the bath with Her Highness Grace."

Why was she with the emperor's younger sister again? And they had to take a bath together?

Victoria instinctively wanted to expel Afro, but when she thought of Grace questioning her with red eyes a few days ago, she couldn't help but feel conflicted.

If a motherly desire to over-control Grace was the reason for her misunderstanding...

Should we be decisive and cut it off now?

And now we need to test the relationship between Argerich and Grace, we need to play the long game.

With her brows drooped in doubt, Victoria's deep eyes swept across the night scene framed by the four windows.

"Your Highness Victoria, are you troubled?"

Caroline's mechanical questioning voice interrupted Victoria's thoughts.

She raised her eyebrows and asked carefully,

"Caroline, tell me...how can we change our liking for something?"

Caroline, the top secretary, had a subtle white light flashing in her glasses. She then pinched her chin and pondered for two seconds before giving her advice:

"It's okay to divert your attention or take some time off. Just like a child's toy, no matter how much he likes it, he will gradually like it less if a new toy appears."

"Yeah?……"

That makes some sense, Grace needs to make some friends.

As the night falls, the cold winter wind blows on your face, making you feel sober.

Victoria suppressed the strange feeling in her heart. She looked up at the clock on the wall which pointed to half past nine. She thought for a while and whispered,

"It's already nine o'clock. Go and ask the maids to make a bed on the floor in Grace's bedroom so that the two of them can have a detailed talk."

"Yes, Your Highness Victoria."

Caroline was accustomed to Victoria's almost self-destructive behavior and obeyed without changing her expression.

……

When Grace returned to the bedroom first accompanied by Sarah, she saw the maids eagerly making a comfortable mat on the cashmere carpet next to her.

The maids explained while they were busy, "This is what Her Royal Highness Victoria wanted."

Grace fell silent for a moment.

Afro accepted the idea of ​​staying here more quickly than Grace had imagined.

One could even taste a hint of joy from the upturned corners of her mouth.

Of course, she was not afraid of what Afulo, who was fully loaded, might do.

In the bathtub, Afro was trembling and her face was flushed, and she dared not move. How could she cause any trouble in the bedroom?

Afro poses no threat at all. To put it simply, Afro is an absolutely weak and delicate 0!

It’s the system that Grace fears.

The girl rubbed her temples in annoyance and leaned against the head of the bed and suddenly let out a long sigh.

Why is it Butter World? Why does Avro's □□□ grow so fast?

No, I have to find a way to get through tonight.

……

It was almost ten o'clock when Afro returned to the bedroom, smelling fragrant after taking a bath.

This time, Grace didn't read a book, but leaned against the bed with her arms folded.

She was wearing a light black nightgown, with her jet-black hair falling in front of her chest. Against the backdrop of the dazzling glass chandelier, she looked like a dark elf in the night.

At this time, Afro also changed into a white silk suspender nightgown. Her bare shoulders were round and white, exuding a bit of childish charm.

The suspicious blush was like semi-permanent makeup, fixed on the cheeks.

Afro whispered with anticipation in her green eyes:

"Now lift up your skirt...massage?"

Looking at Afro who poured the potion into her palm and rubbed the potion with her beautiful tender hands, Grace looked at the girl's body with a frosty face.

88! Good fellow! He didn't listen to me at all!

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94. Afro's Drunken Confession

After bathing, her smooth blonde hair drooped down her silky white dress. Afro half-knelt on the bed with her beautiful feet resting on the edge of the bed, like some kind of cute canine creature.

Didn’t you say you don’t like yourself?

Why are you rushing up here again?

Grace didn't know whether to be happy or worried. She sighed softly, glanced at Afro subtly, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"you……"

"Hmm? I'm just helping you with your treatment."

Afro leaned forward, her blushing face showing a clear expression. She frowned slightly and looked at Grace carefully.

"What's wrong...? Are you afraid of pain? I'll be gentle, it won't hurt much this time."

As she spoke, she pinched her index finger and thumb together as if coaxing a child, trying to dilute the bad impression of the massage with a cute gesture.

"understood."

Grace answered with a straight face. She slowly lifted the quilt, stretched out her weak legs, and lifted up her black lace nightgown.

Afro, on the other hand, was watching all these actions with a burning, blazing gaze, which made Grace feel a little embarrassed.

Do you feel like it's an invitation?

Grace had gotten used to Afulo's ever-expanding attitude without knowing when. Even though she was extremely unwilling, her body had already taken the initiative. She could only maintain a serious expression and guard the last bit of her dignity.

"As long as the effect is restored, I am not afraid of pain."

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle..."

Afro spoke gently and innocently with a soothing look on her face, rubbing her knees forward, her warm, white palms about to fall on the bare feet with bulging ankles.

But under Afro's eyes that sparkled with a strange brilliance, Grace always felt like a rabbit caught in a trap.

Weird, very weird.

It was like arriving in the scorching summer in an instant, and the body that had just taken a bath began to warm up.

A special emotion lingered invisibly, and even eye contact became cautious and evasive.

Afro bit her lower lip lightly, then began to massage it gently.

The white fingertips first touched the smooth instep, and then the hot potion began to be applied on the skin.

In the winter, her earlobes were so hot that she needed to cool them down with ice water. Grace held her breath and picked up the book on the pillow.

She twisted the paper, lowered her head, and let the pain and tenderness invade her step by step starting from her legs.

"If it hurts, you can tell me, you don't have to endure it..."

Afro was still comforting Grace, but her eyes had begun to blur, and the black words on the book were like blurry ants merging into a ball.

"It may be painful next, just bear with it for a while, and I will reward you later."

A piercing feeling suddenly hit her, her consciousness became hazy, and a hazy white light flashed across her vision. Grace gritted her teeth and tried her best to hold it back.

She could no longer hear clearly what Afro said. The girl's body huddled up into a ball, her face pressed against the cold, carved wooden headboard of the bed. Her beautiful fingers tightly gripped the edge of the book, and her breathing was gasping like a dried fish.

"Hello? Does it hurt?"

Afro came forward worriedly and patted Grace's back gently to help her breathe more.

"I've already lowered it to the lightest setting... Really, I was so afraid of pain, I don't know how I had the courage to jump down from the building."

It took a long time for the light in Grace's pupils to gradually gather.

"It doesn't hurt, it's nothing serious."

She was panting with pale lips but still trying to be strong. At the same time, she pushed Afro's hand away and quickly covered her exposed skin under her nightgown.

His movements were smooth and neat, as if the girl in front of him was some kind of monster.

Afro fell backwards due to inertia, and finally sat steadily on the soft princess bed in a duck sitting posture.

She raised her hand and looked at her beautiful five fingers, and realized one thing - she was being disliked...

But having long been accustomed to the way of getting along with Her Royal Highness the Princess, Afro picked up the candies wrapped in colorful sugar coating that had been prepared long ago from the bedside table and handed them to Grace, who kept patting her chest to calm her breathing.

"award."