Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

It can only be a sigh.

There is no way to look at each other anymore, just looking at each other seems to burn yourself.

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

She couldn't respond to the girl's expectations, so she simply let the darkness swallow up her eyes as dazzling as the sun.

All is well in the dark.

But the smell of alcohol in his breath hit him unexpectedly.

As the bright moonlight shines through the window and fills the bedroom, the beautiful green eyes move closer, and the distance between the eyes is only twenty centimeters.

The mattress on the left side of the hip sank slightly, which was where Avro's slender arms supported his body.

The girl's warm and soft body got closer, and she asked dissatisfiedly,

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

The slightly shaking head after drunkenness even reminds Grace all the time that Avro will kiss her in the next second.

The ambiguity in the dark night is even more thrilling.

Her mind was slightly swaying, but Grace decisively put her hand on Avro's shoulder, pressed her thin shoulder again, and tried to push her down.

"Afro, you're drunk, just go to bed early."

"Do not."

Avro interrupted Grace's movements with a loud voice. At the same time, her slender arms chose to press the head of the bed in order not to be pushed down.

She used the weight of her body to resist the resistance on her shoulders.

Underneath the soft body is an innocent heart that has never swerved, as heavy as a mountain and unshakable.

"I'm not, I'm sober! I want flowers to bloom in the swamps and wilderness."

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

Grace looked at Avro's slightly bright eyes in disbelief, which were more radiant than many times in her life.

The attraction between people is very subtle, it will produce incredible chemical reactions, there are miracles of filling up seas and moving mountains, and there are also falls that tear apart souls.

The task imposed by the system is to completely destroy Avro, but Grace does not want to do this.

The question is how to control people's emotions?

Avro is a living person. She will occasionally say dangerous things in a sinister manner, treat others with equal respect, and stand up in dangerous moments.

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

Grace didn't push Afro away anymore, because even if she pushed down, the girl would just climb up again and again.

Avro is a woman who is soft on the outside but strong on the inside. She has a stubbornness in her heart that refuses to admit defeat.

Grace slowly closed her eyes, turned her face aside and left the profile of her face illuminated by the moonlight to Avro, and said softly,

"Afro, never put unrealistic expectations or attach unrealistic value to the things you value."

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

The clear and cold voice is as quiet and beautiful as a bedtime story at this night.

But Afro, whose drunkenness gradually affected his rationality, could only hear Grace's timidity.

"Could it be...isn't Grace someone worthy of being sincere?"

"I can feel it. Grace, Grace... you are clearer and more beautiful than most people. 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 have to pay attention to it.

“But feelings can be deceiving!”

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

She was not angry at Avro, but as angry as herself who had once told everything so easily.

Miss Irene, as beautiful as a rose, has spoken countless touching words of love.

She can pick the stars from the sky for herself, but she can also reduce herself to a shackled prisoner.

It's not that you can deceive, conceal hurt, or do excessive things in the name of love.

People who pursue love often have fearless courage and can live and die for love.Most of the time the people you meet at your weakest moments are not good people.

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

Of all the things I have done for Avro, there has never been one worthy of firm choice.

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

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

"I have done many things that are difficult for you to accept and that you don't know about, but this is not something that can be healed by forgiving or ignoring me."

"So, Afro, you should accept that things go against your wishes, and you need to wake up in time."

"A clean person like you... in a world full of deceit, someone who gives his passion and sincerity to others is an alien. "

"You don't need to spend too much thought on my things. It's better to chase what you really want to do." - Yes, if there is a chance, let Avro become a dazzling light and become the saint she expected. To save the people she loves.

Grace's voice in the cold night was cold enough to extinguish any warm emotions.

"You, you coward!"

Avro, who was getting drunker, couldn't help but curse. Her cheeks became redder and redder. She sat astride the girl's lap. Her delicate cheeks faced Grace in a condescending manner, and her loose blond hair hung down ambiguously. The girl's neck.

Her hazy eyes had begun to trance, her full chest was heaving, Bangbang slapped the head of the bed hard, and asked loudly with a little impatience,

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

"Why...why is it wrong to want to know Grace? Why...why am I an alien if I give my sincerity?"

Her blurry eyes looked into the dim red pupils in the darkness. Even if she was hungover, she remained unyielding, like an explorer who wanted to seek the truth.

"Why...are you afraid?"

Avro firmly and to the point gets to the root of Grace's inner flight.

There was a crash, and Grace heard the sound of the high wall cracking slightly in the long silent night.

The frantically blinking eyelashes could not hide the panic inside.

Grace couldn't look at the firm and persistent face in front of her anymore. She was silent for a long time, and finally gently pulled the quilt, minding her own business, leaving an irritating sentence as if to declare that the negotiation was over.

"Go to sleep, Avro, you're drunk."

"You... a tough-talking guy!"

Her hazy and drunken eyes glared at Grace angrily. Avro cursed softly while completely clamping the girl's legs with her voluptuous soft thighs, preventing Grace from escaping.

The alcohol that gradually invaded her sanity also made Avro make an unusual decision. She slapped her beautiful hands and put them roughly against Grace's cheek.

"You're such a liar... idiot! I'm really annoyed."

"What on earth...is there anything that can't be said! I hate you...hate your ambiguous way of speaking! It's so annoying!!! Is it difficult to express your heart frankly?"

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

Grace's pupils widened in astonishment. She pushed away the warm, white hands on her cheeks and moved her legs in an attempt to break away from the suppressed state.

But Grace was injured just a few days ago, and Afro had an unstoppable brute force after drinking.

As if being nailed to the head of the bed, Grace couldn't break free from Avro's arms.

"You! Don't talk!"

Afro scolded in a sweet voice, and at the same time, his strong hands were placed on Grace's face.

She held up her delicate face domineeringly, her drunkenness gradually taking over her reason, and her drunken brain controlled her moist lips to speak stumbling nonsense.

"A person as awkward as you...even...even if the goddess comes here, you will find it annoying! It's so annoying, so pretentious...!"

"Is it too much to smile at me, be nice to me? Is it hard to reciprocate the kindness of others?"

"Sorry……"

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

"You can still...still be sorry...is it really a dream?"

Avro narrowed his eyes in confusion and muttered vaguely.

Although Grace had the idea of ​​getting Avro drunk so that she might not need to relieve her desires, she did not expect that the result would be like this.

Self-defeating.

Grace's uncomfortable eyebrows jumped in worry.

On the other hand, Afro raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly impatiently, her dilated pupils tried hard to condense in a trance, and continued to speak incoherently:

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

"Also, I had dreams that I shouldn't have... and because of you... I didn't even host the prayers in the church! I also secretly sold my father's collected wine and donated it to the welfare institution..."

"I also watched you scold the goddess... No one has done anything wrong. I have done many, many, many, many wrong things, but what does it matter?"

"Why don't you scream even if 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?"

Avro lowered his head, his cheeks getting closer and closer, and his alcohol-smelling breath spread on Grace's face.

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

Avro bit her lower lip in grievance. The suspicious flush on her cheeks overlapped with the blush after being drunk, making people wonder whether she would become drunk in the next second.

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

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

Like a pet that was afraid of being abandoned, it gently rubbed its owner's trousers, and Avro's sparkling eyes blinked pitifully.

Grace sighed helplessly.

There is no way to continue like this...

She broke the boundary and reached out to touch Avro's red face for the first time. She straightened her slightly tilted head and stared at her seriously. She spoke in a long and comforting tone like she was coaxing a child.

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

"Ok?"

Avro tried his best to open his slightly narrowed eyes and looked at Grace in a trance, motionless.

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 who love each other will have the same pupil frequency, and long-term gazes will make lovers who are deeply in love unable to stop kissing.

Avro, who had long been in a state of insanity, lost her reason and consciousness in the confusion caused by alcohol. She could only hear the word "sister-in-law" and Grace's determination to get rid of herself.

The hazy feeling of the world spinning around made Avro think he was in a dream.

In a trance where her heart was pounding and her whole body was on fire, Grace's slightly moist lips that were suitable for kissing were slightly opened as if she were saying something.

His legs wanted to cross and rub against each other impatiently, and the eager feeling in his heart was stimulated by the heat of alcohol, making the delusion become a reality.

"What kind of sister-in-law is not a sister-in-law? It's so annoying! Don't talk!"

Avro was riding on the girl's body and scolding her, and with an irresistible force, she blocked the girl's cherry-colored lips.

Grace's back pressed against the soft bedside backrest, and her thin body was imprisoned by the girl's weight, unable to escape.

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

Grace was completely drunk for a moment, and her pupils expanded surprisingly into an incredibly shocking shape.

The tight muscles all over his body and the wet feeling on his lips were all reminders that Afro was kissing him forcefully.

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

Let’s write [-] words for the kiss scene tomorrow.