Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

The alcohol comes quickly, and not long after Afulo started drinking, a layer of misty alcohol covered his clear eyes.

She came closer, her cute cheeks were a little round and fleshy, and her tone became a little soft, as if she was acting coquettishly.

"Do you feel the warm light surging in your heart?"

"No……"

Grace shook her head with a hint of regret and looked down at her heart.

All you can feel in here is a burning warm current, but you can't see the magical light ball.

"Your Highness Grace, you really don't have any magical abilities..."

The blush on Afro's face became more obvious because of the alcohol. She exhaled slightly when she spoke, spraying the ambiguous alcohol invisibly like a mature woman teasing.

"But how did Your Highness perform the Holy Flame Technique?"

So close!

Grace quietly stepped aside to prevent Afro's head from resting on her shoulder, and couldn't help but take a sip of the wine.

"secret."

Afro seems to be the type who can drink very little, but will always want to drink after drinking.

"Speaking of which, there are always many special things about His Highness that make people feel very far away."

Afro leaned against the bedside holding a goblet, her eyes pitiful like a pet that was about to be abandoned, "I still don't know what Your Highness likes?"

After that, she poured herself another glass of Amontillado sherry. She swirled the goblet, looked at her reflection in the yellow wine, and murmured,

"Piano? Reading? Or something else?"

She turned her head and blinked her slightly rippling eyes, confusedly trying to get an answer.

Amontillado Sherry is a relatively strong wine, and drinking too much can be disastrous for heavy drinkers.

The frail Grace drank half a cup and felt a little dizzy, but she was not drunk. Instead, she felt very sober and as light as a swallow.

"I like……"

She stared at Afro, whose cheeks were flushed, and her moist lips slightly parted, but she seemed to be hesitant to speak.

But when someone like Grace says such words in a trance and in a tipsy manner, it is impossible not to imagine.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

Afro's eyes darted around as if she had been electrocuted, and her ears felt as if they were burning. She couldn't help but drink up the wine in the glass in one gulp to relieve her heat.

But this is no longer something that can be suppressed simply by drinking water or alcohol.

Desire is like a dam that keeps getting higher and higher. It would be great if it could be channeled, but Afro can't find a way to relieve it at all. He can only wait for the moment of the dam bursting in confusion and ignorance.

"I like a challenge..."

After a long while, the cold voice slowly spoke out her answer.

Swallowing with a gurgling sound in her throat, Afro tilted her head and looked at the moonlight outside the window. Her soft voice became slightly hoarse due to her nameless endurance.

"Really? I like to challenge life, which is also a kind of fun."

"I'm actually curious about one thing. What did you do yesterday? Why did you blush so much when you saw me?"

Grace's cold voice was like a torture hammer. Although her voice was small, it reached the part that was most difficult for Afro to face.

Afro crossed her legs nervously. Under the influence of alcohol, she felt her whole body burning hot and she needed something cool to relieve the heat.

Afro's body trembled slightly.

Like a spark that ignited a blaze, Afro's face suddenly turned as red as a cooked lobster, and it was a heat that could not be blown away by even the biting cold wind.

She closed her eyes and tried to suppress her shyness, and even wanted to cover herself with the quilt.

"If Your Highness Grace tells me, I will tell you your secret."

The atmosphere was as sticky as a slippery south wind. Everything was wet, even the bed.

My heart was beating even faster, as if it was accompaniment to the last dance of my life.

It seemed like something special was going to happen next, and Afro had a particularly strong premonition.

"Hey, Afro, are you thinking about...any weird things?"

Grace's questioning voice came to my ears.

She also drank wine, and her cold voice was like the softening of winter snow in spring, with a soft tone and lingering ending.

"No."

With only the remaining sanity in his body, Afro covered his entire face with his elbows, and his rebuttal was weak.

Alcohol also softened Grace's frozen heart, and for the first time she began to take the initiative to ask about Afro's past.

"Have you ever betrayed anyone?"

"no!"

This time the answer was particularly firm because I had the confidence.

Afro opened her eyes hazily and saw Grace leaning against the head of the bed, hugging her thin legs.

Grace no longer looked like a high-ranking princess, nor a crazy yet calm lawbreaker. It was as if...

It's like a kitten that has been hurt by someone, so it can only huddle in a small street corner, waiting for death silently.

But she is different from a cat. She is more difficult to deal with than a cat, but also cuter than a cat.

Her tipsy eyes were a little cloudy, her cheeks were a charming blush, Grace put her cheek on her knees, tilted her head slightly, and said:

"Then don't trust others too much next time."

"What do you mean?"

"nothing."

Grace took a sip of the wine with her kissable lips and rubbed her knees as if she was in someone's arms.

"I just think that a child like you is easy to be deceived... Next time, don't trust others too much, and I don't want to trust them either."

Afro found it a little unbelievable. She patted her chest, and her clear eyes were as fascinating as the bright stars.

"Will I be deceived? Your Highness Grace underestimates me too much. I have never made a mistake in judging anyone."

She looked at the cute face of the princess who was slightly drunk, and could not help but whispered softly with love:

"I can see a beautiful white flower hidden in your Highness's eyes."

"Are there white spots in your eyes?"

Grace blinked as if touched, the corners of her mouth drooping, as if she didn't care about her words, but those eyes that could speak contained emotions that only she understood.

“That’s a beautiful meaning.”

Grace's pupils dilated slightly, and for the first time she smiled sincerely, like a beautiful night-blooming cereus quietly blooming in the moonlight.

"It's the first time in my life that I've heard such a special comment."

Afro's heart was beating violently, and her eyes were wide open in disbelief. For a moment, she felt as if she had touched the princess' true heart.

A strong intuition told me that if I didn't seize this opportunity, I would be wiped out from the world like a fleeting meteor.

"Your Highness Grace, no... Grace, can you tell me about your past?"

Afro drank the wine in her hand completely, put it on the bedside table with a bang, and moved closer to Grace.

Grace blinked her bright red eyes, and her black hair fell down on her black tulle lace dress, like a dark ghost that was close yet far away.

"Do you really want to know?"

"I really want to know."

The firm and urgent words are more urgent than ever.

Being tipsy, Afro no longer cared about those childish "whoever likes it loses" breath-holding competitions.

She just wanted to speak her mind, sincere words from the deepest part of her heart.

Afro moved closer to Grace, their arms almost touching her soft skin.

"Grace, you know what? At the beginning, your attitude was really annoying. You were full of empty talk and had no respect for others. I really hoped that the goddess would punish you."

"But actually I don't hate you that much..."

She lowered her head shyly, "I am weird, right? I did something like that. Is it because we are both women?"

"Even if I were a woman, I couldn't do such a thing."

Grace turned her head and spoke, her eyes showing the sober rationality despite her slight drunkenness.

"So Grace, you knew this, can you tell me why?"

Afro also turned his head, and the eyes of the two were completely parallel at this moment, like a satellite and a lonely planet with a unique attraction.

"What are you entangled with? What are you worried about? Why do you look so lonely sometimes..."

No matter how hard Afro tried, it was useless. The heavy hammer could not break through the thick wall of his heart.

Grace chose to look away. "There is nothing. I am not worth knowing. My heart is a wasteland."

She is still the snow in early spring, and she will only wait to die silently when the sunlight shines.

It seems like it’s just a little bit, just a little bit.

Afro clenched her fists, gritted her teeth and exhaled a breath of foul air. This time she chose to take the initiative.

She took the initiative to stretch out her hand and forcibly straightened the girl's cheek, and the hot smell of alcohol warmly rested on Grace's cheek.

"I'm really curious. Please, tell me. I want to know the answer. I want to understand your heart, Grace."

“I want to be the one who walks into the wilderness.”

Afro spoke firmly, word by word, as if no one in the world could stop her from doing what she wanted.

95. Kiss Grace

An overly strong will was revealed in those bright green eyes immersed in drunkenness.

Grace's breathing was disordered due to alcohol, and her pupils were trembling. She pushed the girl's arms away cleanly and turned to look out the window into the deep night.

I didn't dare look at Afro anymore.

She was afraid that her burning heart, which was doing something even though she knew it was impossible, would wait for the iron tree to bloom or for the crow to say sweet words.

I can’t control the relationship, I can’t control the people, and I can’t control this sudden and heart-beating ambiguity.

Grace turned her head away. She should have acted as if she was unattainable, but she hung her head dejectedly.

"Desolation is desolation. There is nothing. No need to make futile efforts."

Perhaps, it is Afro's nature to firmly choose what he wants.

Instead of retreating, Afro took a deep breath as if she was planning something.

Alcohol always gives people the courage to face things.

The quiet and ambiguous atmosphere made Afro's thoughts and ideas particularly clear.

Her drunken body crawled on the bed somewhat recklessly and came into view of Grace.

The burning heart that knew it was impossible to do it but still did it kept refutating,

"But beautiful wild flowers can also grow in barren fields."

The drunken and tender voice sounded deafening to Grace like the ringing of a bell.

Sincere emotions always have the power to move people's hearts.

Those green eyes are always full of sincerity and determination, which makes people feel ashamed.

The ruins of the soul are gradually being shaken in the face of this sincerity that is more dazzling than gold.

Aphrodite clearly didn't put any pressure on Grace, but Grace couldn't help but clutch the bed sheet with her five white fingers.

"what……"

sigh.