Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"Such a simple question? I thought we would talk about something else..."

"What about the answer?"

The scarlet eyes were like a prostrate cat ready to hunt, which was a subtle enjoyment for Doris.

She squinted her eyes slightly, opened her red lips slightly, and answered sincerely,

"No, that day in the square was the first time I saw you."

There was no panic in her eyes, and there were no subtle movements similar to touching her nose. Grace pushed the bottle over and said in a cold voice,

"It's your turn."

This time Miss Doris became more energetic. She crossed her legs gracefully, revealing the amazing arc of her buttocks, and asked subtly with her eyes,

"The blond kid you met yesterday must have a different relationship with you, right? Does she have a different status in your heart?"

Grace was suddenly startled. She didn't speak, but silently picked up the wine glass.

Gobble, gobble, drink it all in one gulp.

The mellow wine enters the mouth. Although it has a slight stimulation from alcohol, it also contains the sweetness of wine.

Indeed, as Doris said, it is very suitable for people who do not drink alcohol.

"You don't want to answer even then?"

Doris's eyebrows instantly dropped, and her index finger painted with pure red nail polish kept rubbing the rim of the cup as if to vent her anger.

But she still held her head up and curled the broken hair around her ears, with a calm smile on her face, as if nothing could change her mood.

Grace took out her handkerchief and wiped the wine from her lips, and said slowly,

"It's your turn."

"If you meet Miss Phoenix again, will you choose to help her?"

"do not know,"

Doris freely spread the silver hair curled up in her hands, shrugged nonchalantly and said,

"Maybe it depends on whether you're in a good mood that day."

But the hand with nail polish lightly covered the goblet, and imitated Grace's example and drank it all in one gulp.

Grace was puzzled, "Why did you drink it?"

Doris glanced at Grace meaningfully, breathed out the mellow wine, and said softly,

"Because if I was the only one staying awake, the atmosphere would be different."

She then held her chin in her hands, her blurred and affectionate eyes looked over, as if she wanted to penetrate Grace's heart, and asked,

"Why are you afraid of physical contact?"

Grace was slightly startled and said with a cold attitude, "I don't like it."

"What's the reason?"

"There's no reason, can't you?"

"you are lying."

Dolly exposes Grace's lies without mercy.

Still trying to explain everything was in vain, Grace directly poured the sloshing alcohol into the empty goblet.

Doris's hand suddenly pressed Grace's wrist gently, causing Grace to withdraw cautiously.

The red pupils looked at her warily.

Doris just smiled understandingly;

"Forget it, kids shouldn't drink so much. If you really can't do it, you can act shamelessly."

"If you lie, let me continue to ask."

Grace neither agreed nor refuted, just looked at her.

"Hello~"

Doris stood up from the sofa and sat next to Grace.

The rose-like aroma once again invaded Grace's nose, along with the faint smell of alcohol.

Miss Doris's extremely gentle questions reached her ears at the same time,

"Wouldn't Miss Grace be scared to come to a stranger's house like this? Or is it because I am different from those people?"

The ambiguous statement suddenly made the atmosphere uncomfortable.

Grace remained calm, moved her straight body to the side, and drew a clear line without hesitation.

"Miss Doris probably doesn't want anything specifically from me."

The red high-heeled shoes tapped gently on the wooden floor. Miss Doris deliberately lengthened her voice, looked meaningfully into Grace's eyes, and said word by word in a breathy voice,

"Not necessarily."

The excessive suggestion made Grace feel uncomfortable all over. She stood up quickly, looked down at Doris with her eyes condescendingly, and said with a frosty face,

"Miss Doris's question is boring."

"Pretentious."

Doris crossed her legs and just chuckled.

Grace: "How rude."

Miss Doris became interested, crescent moon, cupped her chin and replied happily,

"Miss Grace, are you so mature?"

Grace raised her eyebrows, "Miss Doris, are you so naive?"

Seemingly tired of this unbalanced way of looking at each other, Doris stood up and touched Grace's forehead like an affectionate eldest sister.

"According to my age, I am the older sister. Don't pretend to be in front of me."

The corners of her lips drooped, and her brows were furrowed as if weighing down a gloomy mountain. Grace whispered word by word,

"Take it off."

Doris let go of her hand with a smile. She was in such a good mood that her eyebrows narrowed into slits. She lay lazily on the sofa again and said happily,

"Did you know? The best way to deal with a biting cat is to deny food, and then wait until it can't stand it any longer and then turn up on its belly and act coquettishly. At this time, the cat is the cutest."

"I'm not your pet."

Grace, who sensed the unreasonable person, frowned, took a deep breath and argued seriously.

She also disgustedly wanted to erase the places Doris had touched, covering the scent left by others like an animal.

"I didn't say yes either."

Doris glanced at Grace pleasantly, her mood was happy and her eyebrows relaxed.

It's getting more and more fun.

So what's the story behind her?

……

The drinking time was not too long, and Grace’s drinking amount was not too large.

But due to the addition of special powdered dream flower, Grace finally fell asleep on the sofa unconsciously.

Her whole body was curled up like a cat lying on the side of the armrest of the sofa. Compared with her usual cold appearance, she was not so sharp, petite and beautiful.

"She should be pretty cute if she's usually friendly."

Doris's fluffy mink coat was adjusted to cover the girl's body, so that Grace would not catch a cold.

Then, Miss Doris's eyes were solemn. She looked back at the goddess statue on the wine cabinet, and then put her palm on Grace's forehead.

The feeling of soul fusion flows through the skin of each other, followed by a flash of blue light.

Miss Doris entered Grace's memories that she had not let others know...

……

It was a decoration method that was completely contrary to the traditional Rhine style, with pure white to dazzling colors, and various steel instruments with unknown names placed on both sides of the bed.

Grace was lying quietly on her side on the pure white bed, writing something with her trembling hand.

There was a transparent glass bottle hanging high next to her bed, and the liquid was slowly dripping down and seeping into the girl's body.

No, it's not just a girl, but it seems - an older Grace, with a more slender and mature body.

The same frailty, the same cold feeling of being born towards death.

Is this Grace's memory?So what exactly is this place?

A scene I have never seen before.

Doris frowned.

She couldn't understand the current scene at all.

The body floated back and forth in the room like a ghost, and the sunlight outside the window was blocked by the heavy curtains, making people feel a dark dampness from the inside out.

Doris first touched the square piece of opaque glass placed beside the bed, and then wandered back to the bed.

There was an open book of poetry on the bedside table, held down by something similar to a glass. Doris lowered her head and read out the words in the book softly.

"Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and roar at sunset;

Scolded, scolded at the passing of light.

Though a wise man at his death knows the truth of darkness,

For their words did not burst out with lightning,

Nor did they go gentle into that good night.

Kind people, when the last wave has passed,

To shout how gloriously their fragile benevolence might have danced in the green bay,

Rage, rage against the disappearance of the light. "

At this time, Grace's hand finally stopped, writing a sentence crookedly on the white paper.

"I long for someone to love me fiercely until death, understand that love is as powerful as death, and support me forever. I long for someone to destroy me and be destroyed by me."

151. Eileen, Grace

From an early age, Doris knew she was different from others.

The vision and wisdom of being proud of those of his peers, as well as the unmatched magical talent, once made him realize that the world seemed to revolve around him.

I am the unique moon in the clouds, a giant standing on the top of the mountain, spending the first half of my life in an invincible manner.

Having become famous at a young age, coupled with his amazing beauty, if he hadn't had a kind and sincere aunt, he might have despised everyone equally.

My aunt loved literature, and fortunately Doris also read many books with her.

Under the influence, Doris firmly believes that every word written by a writer is a living soul that weeps and vibrates in life.

The joys and sorrows of a person's life are also hidden in it.

The two poems are completely different styles, but Doris can also be affected by the heavy emotions in them.

The handwriting written by Grace made her like a pure white flower, burning and dying intoxicatedly in the raging flames.

That fragile life was not willing to be depressed before it died, so like a moth to a flame, he wrote black and white words that longed to be embraced.

Lying on the bed, the thin Grace was wearing a large hospital gown, looking at the ceiling with clear and tenacious eyes.

Her skin was too pale and weak, her thin lips were colorless, and her whole figure was like a bright but fragile gem on a display cabinet.

And when she put down the notebook in her hand, there was a clear clanging sound of metal, and Doris noticed that Hao Bai's slender wrists were bound by silver handcuffs.

The metallic luster was cold and dazzling, and the strange, green-red glowing iron thing made a sound.