Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Grace's words, enough to freeze everything, echoed coldly in the huge alchemy room.

"Your emotions are unnecessary. Didn't I teach you last time?"

This was an almost one-sided, merciless trial.

Is there no need to worry?

Avro seemed to be ignited by raging flames, her pupils suddenly shrank, and she reiterated incredulously,

"no need?"

With subconscious movements of her hands, Grace, who had a cold attitude, was pressed into the soft sofa.

Anger almost filled Avro's wide-open pupils. She pressed her shoulders harder and harder, roughly clenching Grace's clothes until they were wrinkled. At the same time, she pressed Grace's back against the sofa. superior.

"Grace, you are simply...an unreasonable arrogant maniac!!"

She lost her mind and yelled,

"Don't you know why I'm angry? How can you be so conceited?"

The girl's golden hair drooped and invaded her neckline, and waves of angry hot breath hit her face. Grace was forced to look at Afro, but she still commented coldly as usual,

"I am such a person myself, what are you expecting..."

"To shut up!"

Avro's eyes were red with anger at Grace's attitude. She immediately blocked Grace's lips with her soft hands, like some kind of subtle and violent forced kiss.

"I'm telling you, Grace! The reason I'm angry is - you, why can you tell everyone your plan, but not me?"

"Why can even my brother be able to do it in the end...but why can't I?"

Avro became more and more angry as she spoke, and the fire of hell seemed to be constantly burning on her head. She was dizzy, and simply sat directly on Grace's lap, speaking aggressively at a very fast speed,

"Also...why Nora? Didn't I agree that I am the only one I have trusted? Is she really suitable for that position?"

"More suitable than you."

Grace roughly shook Afro's hand away and tried to push her away, but was suppressed back by a strange force.

Grace's power was completely inadequate in front of Avro.

This sentence was as direct as adding fuel to the fire, crushing all reason in anger. Avro's face was sullen, his eyes pierced directly into Grace's eyes, and he asked loudly,

"Suitable? What is suitable? Is it suitable to bandage your injured hand?"

"Then why didn't she protect you?"

Grace admits that sincerity is the best weapon, and also admits that she should not be so confident as to offend a beautiful and clean heart.

In the long journey of life, people are always unable to control themselves and fall into the social network woven with emotions between people.

Like being entangled in a spider's thread, Grace felt trapped in a cocoon.

At this time, Afro was still thinking about his injured hand.

"So, are you so angry now because you are jealous of Nora?"

As Grace spoke, she became more and more indifferent, and the coldness she exuded was enough to freeze all enthusiasm.

The expression on Avro's face was almost as shattered as the earth was shattering. The endless disappointment invaded like a tide at this moment, making people almost unable to breathe.

Her eyes turned red again from the sourness and anger, and the hazy mist gradually covered her. She asked with a trembling voice, defeated,

"How...how could you say something like that?"

"Why not?"

Grace's eyes glanced coldly in the direction of the window. Even if her eyes were evasive, Grace still had no intention of giving in. She bit her eyes and beat her fragile sincerity as if she would never give in.

"Then you...then you..."

An unbearable feeling of betrayal came over him, and Afro seemed to have been completely defeated by someone's psychological defense. He tightly grabbed the girl's dress, trying to hold on to his last trace of dignity.

She raised her head with tearful eyes filled with anger and despair. Under the yellowish light, drops of clear tears like rain fell silently on Grace's skirt.

"You were obviously the one who took the initiative... Why did you break into my life, why did you say that to me, why did you go to Nora!"

After venting her anger, Avro took a deep breath and her sobs were as subtle as a wailing beast. She asked cautiously,

"Grace, do you think it's interesting to play with other people's emotions?"

Grace felt a little unreasonable, how could Avro say such a thing?

What she hates most in her life is betrayal. She won't trust anyone, but she won't betray anyone either.

Language is one step ahead of thinking, and Grace immediately spoke out her rebuttal without even stopping.

"That's because she is a subordinate!! And you..."

Her heart suddenly beat like a fierce drum at this moment, her red pupils widened in despair, and Grace immediately closed her mouth.

"but me……?"

Avro muttered in disbelief and repeated it.

In the following words, smart people can come up with the answer tacitly without expressing it in words.

The words Her Royal Highness has never spoken are—but you are different.

122. Stethoscope kissing play

No one hates being liked by people who like you and being cared about by people who care about you. These are the happiest moments in your short life.

boom!Avro's eyes zoomed in an instant, and Cupid's bow and arrow hit the bull's-eye.

The cold winter has passed, and thousands of trees and flowers are blooming in my heart, called the seeds of love.

From the bleakness of the heart to the renewed sparkle of tears, it only takes one short sentence.

At the same time, the hand holding Grace's chest and skirt slowly let go as if she had been defeated.

Avro's tear-filled eyes stared directly at Her Royal Highness with an unspeakable joy.

She longed for a response, so she whispered cautiously, "It's different, isn't it?"

The drooping hair fell intimately into her neck, tightly binding Grace like a lover's spider silk.

She had no way to escape, so she could only rely on her uninjured left hand to firmly support herself on the sofa, trying not to be completely suppressed.

For cute dogs, if you reveal just a little bit of love, they will flock to it like moths to a flame.

The same is true for Avro now.

The girl's weight pressed heavily on her body, and Grace's back had no way to escape.

The expression that was originally disguised as cold was gradually falling apart.

With her left cheek pressed against the slightly shiny sofa, Grace ran away like a cat with its tail between its legs as it approached.

There was no way to look at Avro's burning eyes again.

I could only look at the messy sofa on the left with clothes, medical tools and towels randomly placed in a daze.

She had never imagined that such a kind and clean heart would do things beyond her imagination.

But I didn't expect Afro's attitude to be so determined and tough.

Yes, Avro is an unusual...person.

He was holding back tears pitifully in front of him just a second ago, and he looked like he could be deceived with just one word.

Grace was forced into a corner, like a little beast with nowhere to go, shrinking her delicate cheeks to her shoulders.

She just wanted to avoid the fresh gardenia fragrance belonging to Avro, and avoid the sight of such a strong desire for a response.

A strong hand was placed next to her cheek, blocking Grace's sight. It was the girl's white and delicate wrist.

And the warm breath gradually came closer and hit the sensitive neck. The overly intimate thing made Grace have to face the fact that she was pressed down.

"Grace, why don't you speak? Is it difficult to face your true feelings?"

Avro's soft voice was like a lover's whisper.

Grace felt a little unreasonable - how could Avro have the nerve to say such a thing?

Didn't she first say that she would not give up her belief in the so-called goddess?

"Ah……"

Grace was sulking secretly, still unwilling to meet her gaze.

She lowered her eyes, almost without looking, she could imagine Avro's eyes as bright as a dog's.

Then, the next second, Afro's cheek moved to the left again.

The yellowish chandelier was turned on in the room, but Avro couldn't hide the twinkling light in his eyes like stars.

The desire for a response is written on almost every inch of the girl's face, even if there is no response in the end

Breathing out a long breath from the tip of her nose, Grace pursed her lips, then turned her cold, stern face to the other side.

The alchemy room was very quiet, the whistling of the cold winter wind was also isolated, and Avro's heartbeat was pounding.

The slightly cold body coupled with some subtle movements makes people unable to help but indulge in the ambiguous atmosphere.

Her cherry-colored lips almost brushed against Avro's chin in a heart-wrenching manner as she turned her head.

Because Afro was imprisoned with her legs as a boundary, Her Royal Highness was trapped in a small cage like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

In the field of vision that Avro could see, Grace clenched her cheeks, her eyes flickered and her eyelashes trembled, and her body was pressed against the sofa.

On the side face of a girl who is immature and green, there is Xia Hong who is either angry or shy, and has an attitude of letting anyone pick her.

The fair neck was elongated, with visible veins, and was so fragile that it seemed like it could break with just a twist.

From a bird's eye view, Grace is completely different from her superior self. She is so weak that she seems to be a weakling who can be easily controlled.

Her Royal Highness’s body is very weak...

But Avro's throat moved up and down unconsciously, and she finally understood why vampires who suck human blood are born in fantasy stories...

But the skin on Grace's neck was not as flawless as before.

Under the black and red collar used for control, the white gauze deliberately covering the scars under the halter neck of the black gauze dress looks particularly shocking.

Grace's neck was also injured.

Nora, how could she do this?How on earth does she do her job as a personal maid!

Avro's eyebrows lowered nervously. She gently stretched out her hand to pull away the halter on her neck, and at the same time, she moved her face closer to observe Grace's expression.

The moment her white and delicate hands were about to touch the halter, Grace finally grabbed Avro's hand impatiently.

"That's enough! The farce should be over, right?"

With her slender eyebrows raised, Grace looked at Avro angrily, like a little tiger that was on alert and baring its teeth.

She almost gritted her teeth and squeezed it out of her mouth, "Afro! Don't be too pushy!"

Avro was not disappointed, the so-called gloom and all the tears had long been gone.

She just felt the pain in her heart and eyes, and said a little aggrievedly, as if whispering,

"I... saw the injury on your neck... I wanted to take a look..."

Her beautiful eyes blinked twice, looking pitiful, as if Grace was the pervert who overpowered her.

During the second when Grace paused slightly, Avro quietly moved her cheek closer to her, just at the right distance for kissing.

The ambiguity reaches its peak, between girls and girls, between eyes and eyes, between cold and hot bodies.

And Avro is so clean and pure...it is undoubtedly the spring breeze that is melting the ice in Grace's universe.

How could you say no to Avro?

Grace almost couldn't bear it. Her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. She closed her eyes in a hurry, but frowned and spoke indifferent words.

"Just a little scratch."

At the same time, he put his hand against Afro's forehead, intending to push her away.

It's such a bad state now.

In the silence, two people who like each other quite well are alone, which is the best catalyst for ambiguity, not to mention the gesture of kissing at any time.