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The Prince of Wales gritted his teeth.

The monarch is a woman who is really difficult to deal with.

Welsh doesn't think there are many good birds who can customize cheongsam at Zara.

In addition, if you want to seal the monarch's mouth, at present, the only way is to have a fight with her.

"My lord, I agree to your request to compete. However, you also have to promise me that no matter what the result is, you will never tell anyone about the racing girl's uniform!"

"A word is settled!"

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After half an hour.

The panting Prince of Wales was gulping down a bottle of iced happy water thrown by the monarch, apparently exhausted.

On the other hand, although the monarch is also sweating, the rhythm of drinking and breathing is very gentle.

The outcome of this competition is already obvious.

"I didn't expect you, Wales, to be able to persist for so long under my bullet screen. It seems that I really underestimated you before." The monarch handed a disposable dry towel to the Prince of Wales while drinking water.

"Hmph, this is not my full strength."

After receiving the towel, the Prince of Wales directly covered him on his face: "The next time the White Eagle sisters are present, I will definitely show you!"

As the Prince of Wales said this, he secretly swore in his heart that starting tomorrow, he would investigate the news about Reno.

She believed that if Reno had been there just now and turned into a cheerleader to cheer herself up, even if she couldn't beat the monarch, she wouldn't be able to let her win so easily!

"Then, I'll just wait and see."

Regarding Wales' statement, the monarch did not feel that she was bragging.

We are all old sisters who have been together for several years, and we know each other well. Welsh's ability like a white eagle is obvious to all.

With a cheerleading squad as impressive as Reno's, the Prince of Wales could really be unbelievably powerful.

By the way, the Sovereign won, but she didn't insist on the Prince of Wales calling her sister.

The monarch doesn't care about titles. In the battle just now, he just wanted the Prince of Wales to remember that besides George V, she had another sister.

But it's strange to say that the monarch's starting point at the beginning was just to let Wales know that besides George V, she can also try to rely on herself.

But as I said this, it seemed to change the flavor.

'It seems that in the future, I have to take some time to ask the commander about the art of speaking. '

Thinking of this, seeing that the Prince of Wales had almost rested, the monarch stretched out a hand and pulled her up from the bench by the roadside:

"We both sweat a lot, how about taking a bath together in the big bathhouse? I heard from the commander that as long as you rub each other's backs, it's considered a life-threatening friendship."

"A fateful friendship...?" Feeling the warmth of the monarch's palm, the Prince of Wales smiled slightly: "We already did it when we wiped out those sirens together four years ago."

"However, you can have a bath!"

Straightening his body, the Prince of Wales, who was as tired as a salted fish before, stood up from the bench all at once.

Even the corners of his mouth slightly outlined an evil arc named 'An Lun'.

Sovereign, lord, get ready to be washed every corner of your body by me with the eyes of a gentleman!

"correct."

Walking side by side towards the big bathhouse, the monarch seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and asked the Prince of Wales:

"Wales, I heard from the Commander that proper massage can keep the pectoralis major in shape and elasticity. Unfortunately, I have never tried it, and I am sorry to ask the Commander to help me... Later, we will try each other How about trying?"

"Massaging each other... this..."

Hearing this, the eyes of the Prince of Wales straightened.

She, who was following behind the monarch, immediately quickened her pace.After keeping up with the pace of the monarch, he held her arm very affectionately:

"My lord, please give this task to my little sister!"

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In the big bathhouse, mist lingered.

Unfortunately, the Sovereign and the Prince of Wales have never been able to find a chance to massage each other because there are so many destroyer sisters.

But don't worry, the two of you have already made an appointment, and we will press another date.

At the same time, in another corner of the bathhouse, a short-haired beauty in a headscarf is constantly changing her position, so as not to be discovered by the Prince of Wales.

"Damn it, why did Wales come to the bathhouse!"

At this moment, Royal Ark almost regretted it—why did he swear at Wales before, saying that he was going to compete with Ruihe!