Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

I can only sigh.

I can't look at each other anymore. Just looking at each other seems to burn myself.

Grace remained rational and leaned over to turn off the glass chandelier in the bedroom.

She had no way to respond to the girl's expectations, so she simply let the darkness swallow up those eyes that were as dazzling as the sun.

Everything is good in the dark.

But the alcohol in his breath hit me unexpectedly.

As the bright moonlight filtered through the window and filled the bedroom, the beautiful green eyes moved closer, and the distance between the eyes was only twenty centimeters.

The mattress on the left side of the hips collapsed slightly, which was the point where Afro's slender arms supported his body.

The girl's warm and soft body came closer, and she asked with dissatisfaction,

"Why did you turn off the light? You haven't answered my question yet."

The slightly shaking head after being drunk even reminded Grace all the time that Afro would kiss her in the next second.

The ambiguity in the dark night is even more thrilling.

Grace's mind was slightly shaken, but she decisively put her hands on Afro's shoulders, and once again pressed down on her thin shoulders, trying to push her down.

"Afro, you are drunk, so go to bed early."

"Do not."

Afro interrupted Grace's actions with a loud voice, and at the same time, she pressed her slender arms against the head of the bed to avoid being pushed down.

She used the weight of her own body to counteract the resistance against her shoulders.

Beneath the soft body is a pure heart that has never deviated, as heavy as a mountain and unshakable.

"I didn't. I am sober! I want flowers to bloom in the swamps and wilderness."

What a girl...she is as dazzling as the sun.

Grace looked at Afro's slightly shining eyes in disbelief, which were brighter than most of her life.

The attraction between people is very subtle. It will produce incredible chemical reactions, including miracles of filling the sea and moving mountains, as well as falls that tear the soul apart.

The task forced by the system is to make Afro fall completely, but Grace doesn't want to do that.

The question is how to control people’s emotions?

Afro is a real person. She may occasionally say dangerous things, but she will treat others with equality and respect, and she will stand up in dangerous moments.

She is a kind, sincere and brave flower in this troubled world, a true treasure that should not be trampled upon.

Grace did not push Afro away again, because even if she pushed her away, the girl would just climb up again and again.

Afro is a woman who is gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, and she has a stubborn spirit that refuses to admit defeat.

Grace slowly closed her eyes, turned her face away, leaving the side of her face illuminated by the moonlight to Afro, and said softly,

"Aphrodite, never put unrealistic expectations or attach unrealistic values ​​to the things that matter to you."

"Don't give your sincerity to others easily again."

The clear and cold voice is as quiet and beautiful as a bedtime story in the night.

But Afro, whose alcohol gradually infected her rationality, only heard Grace's cowardice.

"Could it be...Could it be that Grace is not someone worthy of my true love?"

"I can feel it. Grace, Grace...you are clearer and more beautiful than most people, and you deserve all the true love in the world."

The voice is like a bell and the heart is like steel.

It really makes people look sideways.

“But feelings can be deceiving!”

Grace opened her eyes, frowned, and reminded loudly with a hint of anger.

She wasn't angry at Afro, but at herself for having revealed everything so easily.

Miss Irene, who was as beautiful as a rose, said countless touching love words.

She can pluck the stars from the sky for herself, but she can also reduce herself to a prisoner in shackles.

Just because you love someone doesn't mean you can deceive, conceal, or hurt others, or do something excessive.

People who pursue love often have fearless courage and can live and die for love. Most of the time, the person you meet at your weakest time is not a good person.

Love is not a strong feeling, but a responsibility and a rationality.

Everything I have done for Afro has never been worthy of being firmly chosen.

Grace looked at the holy face that was naturally divided into flickering light and shadow by the moonlight, and reminded rationally and cruelly,

"Afro, I'm not a good person. I'm... despicable. Even more despicable than you can imagine."

"I have done many things that are hard for you to accept and that you have never known, but this is not something that can be healed by forgiving or ignoring me."

"So, Afro, you should accept that things are not going as you wish, and you need to wake up in time."

"In a world full of deception, people like you...who are pure and sincere, are outliers who give their wholehearted love and sincerity to others."

"You don't have to spend too much time on my affairs. It's better to pursue what you really want to do." - Yes, if there is a chance, let Aphrodite become the dazzling light, become the saint she longs for, and save the people she loves.

Grace's voice in the dark night was icy cold, enough to extinguish any passionate emotions.

"You, you coward!"

Afro, who was gradually getting drunk, couldn't help cursing. Her cheeks were getting redder and redder. She sat astride the girl's legs, her pretty face looking down at Grace, her scattered blonde hair drooping ambiguously to the girl's neck.

Her hazy eyes had begun to blur. Her full chest rose and fell. She slapped the head of the bed vigorously and asked loudly with a little impatience,

"I have my own firm ideals and beliefs, and I also have things I simply want to explore. None of this conflicts!"

"Why...why is it wrong to want to understand Grace? Why am I...why am I an outlier if I give my heart to her?"

Her blurry eyes looked at the somewhat dim red pupils in the darkness. Even though she was hungover, she remained indomitable, like an explorer who wanted to seek the truth.

"Why...are you scared?"

Afro firmly and directly gets to the root of Grace's inner avoidance.

With a loud crash, Grace heard the sound of the high wall breaking slightly in the long silent night.

The frantic blinking of eyelashes could not hide the panic in my heart.

Grace couldn't look at the determined and persistent face in front of her anymore. She was silent for a long time. Finally, she gently pulled the quilt and said something irritating to herself as if to announce the end of the negotiation.

"Go to bed, Afro, you're drunk."

"You... are such a stubborn guy!"

Afro glared at Grace angrily with his hazy and slightly drunk eyes, and cursed her in a tender voice, while using his fleshy and soft thighs to completely clamp the girl's legs to prevent Grace from escaping.

The alcohol that gradually took over her rationality also made Afro make an unusual decision. She slapped her beautiful hands roughly on Grace's cheeks.

"You are such a liar... idiot! I am so annoyed."

"What on earth can...what can't be said?! I hate you...I hate your ambiguous way of speaking! It's so annoying! Is it so difficult to express your inner thoughts frankly?"

"Afro, you...you are completely drunk!"

Grace's pupils widened in astonishment. She pushed away the warm, white hand on her cheek and moved her legs to try to break free from the suppressed state.

But Grace was injured a few days ago, and Afro possessed an irrepressible brute force after drinking.

As if she was nailed to the head of the bed, Grace had no way of breaking free from Afro's arms.

"You! Don't talk!"

Afro scolded in a tender voice, and at the same time, put her strong hands on Grace's face again.

She held up her pretty face domineeringly, the alcohol gradually took over her reason, and her drunken brain controlled her moist lips to utter incoherent nonsense.

"You're such an awkward person... Even if... Even if the goddess comes, I'll find you annoying! You're so annoying, and you act so pretentiously...!"

"Smile at me, be nice to me... is that too much? Is it hard to return someone's kindness?"

"Sorry……"

Grace lowered her head and couldn't help but apologize softly. She was not prepared to respond to such a passionate feeling.

"I still feel sorry... Was this really just a dream?"

Afro squinted his eyes dazedly and mumbled incoherently.

Although Grace had planned to get Aphrodite drunk so that she wouldn't have to satisfy her desires, she didn't expect the result to be like this.

It backfired.

Grace's unbearable eyebrows twitched in annoyance.

In contrast, Afro raised his beautiful eyebrows slightly with impatience, and tried to focus his scattered pupils in a trance, and continued to speak incoherently:

"Is it a big deal to be at fault? I...I...I broke a plate before and lied to mother...I said it was my brother who broke it."

"And I had dreams that I shouldn't have had... and because of you... I didn't even attend the church prayers! I even secretly sold my father's treasured wine and donated it to the welfare home..."

"I watched you scold the goddess... Everyone has done something wrong. I have done many, many, many, many wrong things, but what does it matter?"

"Why don't you cry out even when it hurts? Why are you so afraid of pain that you come back to save me? Why... why do you always reject other people's kindness?"

"Hey, Grace, tell me, can I... be the one who breaks loneliness?"

Afro lowered his head, his cheek getting closer and closer, and his drunken breath spread across Grace's face in waves.

Close, so close, so close that Grace could clearly see her own slightly red, nervous face in the drunken green eyes under the moonlight.

Afro bit her lower lip in grievance. The suspicious blush on her cheeks overlapped with the drunken blush, making people wonder if she would pass out in the next second.

"Hey, Grace, why, why can't you be a little... a little more honest with me... why can't you show me... show me your soft side?"

"I really...really want to know...can't I?"

Like a pet that is afraid of being abandoned, it gently rubbed its owner's trouser leg, and Afro blinked pitifully with her sparkling eyes.

Grace sighed helplessly.

I can't go on like this any longer...

She broke the boundary and reached out to touch Afro's flushed face for the first time. She straightened her slightly tilted head, stared at her seriously, and spoke in a long and soothing tone as if coaxing a child.

"Look at me, Afro. If nothing unexpected happens, I will marry your brother later. I will be your sister-in-law, and we will be a family."

"Ok?"

Afro tried hard to open his slightly narrowed eyes and looked at Grace in a trance and motionlessly.

Grace thought she was listening carefully, so she continued to persuade her earnestly.

"You don't need to come close to me, we will always have a long-lasting relationship, you..."

Legend has it that people in love will have the same pupil frequency, and long periods of staring at each other will make couples in love unable to resist kissing.

Afro, who had been in a state of delirium for a long time, lost her reason and consciousness in the confusion brought by alcohol. She could only hear the word "sister-in-law" and Grace's determination to get rid of her.

The hazy feeling of the world spinning made Afro think she was in a dream.

In a trance with her heart pounding and her whole body burning, Grace's slightly moist, kissable lips were slightly open as if she was saying something.

My legs were eager to cross and rub against each other, and the stirring feeling in my heart, stimulated by the burning alcohol, turned my delusion into reality.

"What sister-in-law? It's so annoying! Stop talking!"

Afro rode on the girl and cursed her, then blocked her cherry-colored lips with an irresistible and strong attitude.

Grace's back rested against the soft headboard, her frail body imprisoned by the girl's weight, unable to escape.

The clear moonlight in front of my eyes was occupied by the flushed face, and the alcohol mixed with the fragrance of gardenia suddenly invaded my body. The surprising softness was transmitted from the lips to the mind like an electric current.

Grace was no longer drunk at once, and her pupils dilated into an incredibly shocking shape.

The tense muscles all over her body and the wet feeling on her lips were reminders that Afro was kissing her forcefully.

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I felt that this chapter was unusually difficult to write. I thought it would be easy.

Okay, write 500 words about the kissing scene tomorrow.