Chapter 624

The fleeting warmth on the back of her hand and being called “Your Highness” by Henry made Shirley’s heart flutter.

Though there was indeed a custom of kissing the queen’s hand in the Kingdom of Xyperia, Henry’s gesture had nothing to do with etiquette. Instead, it carried a hint of sensuality. She hadn’t expected Henry to play along with this role-playing game.

Shirley smiled and teased, “You look a bit like you’re proposing to me.”

Henry’s lips twitched in annoyance. He stood up. “No way. Alright, have you had enough fun?”

Shirley smiled softly. “This game is quite interesting.” But it didn’t seem enough. It felt like she wanted to completely subdue this man, to make him obsessed with her.

Henry seemed to see through her thoughts. He narrowed his eyes and said, “I’ve knelt to you on one knee. Aren’t you satisfied?”

Shirley didn’t feel uncomfortable when her thoughts were laid bare. She just smiled and said, “This is nothing to you, is it, ‘brother’?” Her eyes held undisguised desire.

Henry had always hated it when people had ulterior motives towards him, whether for profit or feelings. Once he detected such intentions, he would cut ties with that person.

But ever since he met Vivianus, Henry had always felt a fondness for her. This fondness had nothing to do with her looks but simply came from her personality.

He suddenly noticed that Vivianus was quite like Shirley in some ways, except that Vivianus lived a freer life.

But Henry hadn’t had much contact with Shirley, so he didn’t know what she was like in private. If Shirley were like Vivianus, he might have fallen for her at first sight.

The more he thought about it, the more twisted his thoughts became. His earlier musing was indirectly saying that if Vivianus were a woman, he would like her.

Yet he didn’t dislike Vivianus' ambition, and was even willing to satisfy her demands.

Henry said nothing. He didn’t like having his thoughts seen through, so he simply changed the subject. “It’s getting late. Get some rest early tonight.”

Shirley said, “I’m hungry. I want snacks.”

“I’ll have someone prepare snacks for you. What do you want?” Henry asked.

“Whatever, but you have to eat with me,” Shirley said.

Henry didn’t refuse her.

Shirley took a sexy silk camisole nightgown from the wardrobe and went to take a shower. Henry smiled when he saw it.

Usually, a grown man would feel awkward in women’s nightwear, but she didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable, with a strong ability to adapt.

Later, Henry prepared barbecue, red wine, and staple foods like bread for Shirley to choose from.

Anyway, he didn’t need to go out of this room now. He just waited in the room for Shirley to finish her shower.

About twenty minutes later, Shirley finished her shower. She had used the scented body wash that Shirley usually used, so she smelled nice.

Henry had thought Shirley would find the fragrance strange, but she didn’t.

Vivianus, wearing the camisole nightgown, which looked a bit loose since she had no breasts, let her golden hair fall loose, slipped on her slippers, and sat down beside him:

Henry glanced at her. After thinking, he asked, “Are you really a man?”

“Why do you ask?” Shirley looked calm.

When he had taken off Shirley’s shoes earlier, he had felt her feet were as small as a woman’s.

Now it seemed that, except for having no breasts and her features being a bit deeper and sharper than Shirley’s, everything else about her was quite feminine.

Henry said casually, “Nothing. I just think it’s hard for you to be a top like this.”

Hearing this, Vivianus frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed. She was just a woman who looked a bit like a man. She teased, “One should have dreams.”

Henry scoffed, “Your dream can only stay a dream.”

After sitting down, Shirley started eating barbecue, washing it down with red wine. It was her first time eating like this, and she was amazed by the deliciousness.

“There’s also bread. If you need it, I’ll have someone bring it in,” Henry said.

“No need.” Shirley preferred barbecue with red wine. She lifted her glass, wanting to clink it with Henry’s.

Henry raised his glass too and said, “Vivianus, happy cooperation.”

“Happy cooperation,” she said.

Shirley’s voice, tinged with the aroma of wine, sounded particularly sexy. Henry found it very pleasant.

As he drank, he felt something was off. He didn’t know why he thought a man’s voice sounded so nice. Listening closely, he realized her voice was a lower-pitched version of the queen’s.

Eating barbecue and drinking red wine made it easy to get drunk. Henry had only intended to have a little, but it seemed he was the one who drank the most that night.

When his man came in to clean up, he only saw several empty bottles of red wine on the table, and most of the barbecue had been eaten. The man who looked so much like Shirley was patting Henry’s face.

Looking at this man, the officer thought he must be Shirley, but Shirley didn’t have the queen’s sexy figure.

Henry’s face and neck were red. He was only wearing a black T-shirt and had his eyes closed. With his eyes shut, Henry lost the cunning that showed in them when they were open.

“Henry, get up,” Shirley called to him.

Henry mumbled, “Give me a break.”

Shirley was only slightly tipsy. Henry had drunk the entire bottle of red wine. They had played a game of rock-paper-scissors, and Henry kept losing but refused to admit defeat, so he drank the whole bottle.

Henry probably felt uncomfortable lying like that. He opened his eyes, glimpsed the bed, then staggered over and collapsed onto it.

Shirley said, “This is my bed.”

Henry closed his eyes. “We’re both men. You can make do for one night.”

Shirley pressed her lips together. She wasn’t a man, but she didn’t mind much. She was quite sleepy too. It seemed she was going to return the favor for Henry taking off her shoes earlier.

She took off his shoes. After the others cleaned up the room and left, she lay down on the other side of the bed. But as she slept, she felt a warm body pressing against her.

Shirley opened her eyes and found herself in Henry’s arms. She was lying on her side, and Henry had his chin resting in the crook of her shoulder. Probably because he had been drinking, his breathing was heavier than usual.

Shirley wanted to laugh, but felt too hot being held by Henry, so she pushed him away. But within a few minutes, he hugged her again, so she gave up.

When the sky was bright, Henry woke up on time. He saw himself holding Shirley and smelled the fragrance on her body. At that moment, he was just holding her waist. He thought, ‘Can a man’s waist be this thin?‘

Realizing his first reaction upon waking was that holding Shirley felt extremely comfortable, Henry was so startled he almost rolled out of bed. Then he calmed down.

Henry’s movements must have woken Shirley. She sat up and yawned lazily; she hadn’t slept well.

She wasn’t used to sleeping with someone. Being held by Henry all night had made her very uncomfortable. It was a miracle she had managed to fall asleep. Shirley asked, “Henry, do you like hugging things when you sleep?”

Henry shook his head.

Shirley yawned again. “You hugged me all night.” She slowly accused Henry of his misdeed.

Henry rubbed his throbbing head. “Sorry, I was drunk last night.”

Shirley continued to tease, “So you can be a hooligan when you’re drunk?”

Henry fell silent, unable to defend himself. He stared at Shirley and noticed that one strap of her camisole had slipped off her shoulder. Seeing this, he became more troubled. He didn’t understand how a man could make women’s nightwear look so sexy.

Henry wanted to help her fix her clothes, but the strap was too thin–it broke when he pulled it. Henry was completely speechless.

Shirley looked down at the damaged nightgown. Even though her chest was flat, she was still a woman, so she felt a little awkward. But she kept a straight face and said, “Henry, you really do want to get me into bed.”

Henry was even more at a loss for words. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, “I never thought that. It was an accident.” Shirley took off the nightgown and got out of bed. She said, “Have someone bring in breakfast. I’ll go wash up first.”

Henry got out of bed, too, and quickly left the room.

He thought, ‘Alcohol is a bad thing. That was so awkward. Why did her clothes have to fall down for no reason?"

After leaving, Henry went back to his place and washed his face first. He still remembered that scene, which felt particularly alluring.

Shirley and Henry met again half an hour later. They didn’t mention the awkward incident at all. After breakfast, Shirley followed several sergeants to familiarize herself with her own power and the current situation of the entire Kingdom of Xyperia.

Shirley sighed at how ridiculously many people were scheming to get the throne.

The meeting lasted two hours, and her most important task now was to learn to pilot the queen’s exclusive mecha.

At this moment, they took Shirley to a golden mecha. Upon seeing it, Shirley suddenly felt a strong desire.

She wanted to pilot this mecha. It was as if this mecha had been born to be hers.

A sergeant said, “Your Highness, see if you can operate this mecha. If not, we’ll have someone teach you specially.” To avoid being discovered by others, they now all addressed Shirley as “Your Highness.”

Shirley didn’t reply. Instead, she directly boarded the mecha. Just like when she had driven the fighter jet last time, she skillfully piloted the golden mecha and flew away.