As a queen who has lost her kingdom, I can see the comments section.

Amelia's boiling point was eventually raised to this level.

Eileen stared blankly at the scene.

She never expected such a dramatic thing to happen. When her own emperor was with her and they had intimate contact, her blood actually boiled.

This shows what?

However, deep down she didn't feel any dislike; in fact, she even felt a faint sense of anticipation...

Eileen dared not think any further, her eyes wandering.

Seeing the change in Amelia and Eileen's expressions, Renee said softly, "You both know the situation, so you should also understand what to do next."

Amelia kept her head down and didn't say anything.

Renee continued, "Perhaps this will make you feel shy, but it's a necessary step. Participating in the competition for elven inheritance is really dangerous, and increasing your blood boiling level will allow you, Miss Amelia, to handle more dangers with ease."

“But…” Amelia hesitated.

“No buts.” Renee said seriously, “I think Miss Eileen will not refuse to cooperate with you. The next step is for you to get over your own mental hurdle.”

Amelia: "..."

"Then I'll be going now. You're in charge of handling everything from now on. I think you can do it."

Renee smiled, got up, and left the room.

With Renee gone, the room fell silent.

Amelia was too embarrassed to look at Eileen, her petite body huddled on the sofa, her face turning bright red.

How did things get to this point?

[Heh heh, Amelia, you can't escape this path of getting stronger just by sticking to someone. Just give in.]

[My opinion is the same as Renee's; I also think Irene definitely won't refuse. Amelia, if you're willing, you can...hehehe.]

[Put them on, put them on everywhere!]

[Eileen says she's fully prepared.]

[Everyone grows up eventually, don't you think? As for what it means to grow up? We all know (doge emoji).]

At this point, the comments section erupted in cheers and jeers.

Amelia dared not look at the comments, her head bowed, her mind in turmoil, completely unsure how to deal with the situation.

Eileen spoke first: "Your Majesty."

"E...Eileen." Amelia looked up at Eileen when she heard the voice.

The silver-haired girl's cheeks were flushed, and her red eyes seemed to dart away.

She said softly, "Anything that can help Your Majesty improve your strength is acceptable. Your Majesty doesn't need to feel too much pressure."

Eileen, as expected, wouldn't refuse.

This made Amelia blush even more.

'Amelia, Amelia, you can't run away anymore. Running away won't solve anything. You must calm down and face this.'

Amelia took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

She said in a serious tone, "Eileen, there's nothing we can do about it now. We might need to have some intimate contact to get my blood pumping."

"I...I'm ready." Eileen was also a little nervous.

Even amidst a vast army and countless enemies, Eileen never felt this tense. This feeling was both unfamiliar and something she looked forward to.

Seeing Eileen's expression, Amelia quickly said, "Eileen, don't misunderstand. It's not that I have any strange thoughts about you. We're both girls, how could I have strange thoughts about you? It's just... it's just..."

Amelia's eyes darted around, and she quickly came up with a reason.

“Eileen, I think you should understand that no matter who it is, once they have close contact with someone, they will feel shy, which will naturally speed up blood flow and cause their blood to boil. Even if the two people are actually the same gender.”

"His Majesty……"

Seeing Amelia's attempt to explain, Eileen had only one thought—Her Majesty's hurried explanation was so adorable.

Amelia spoke more and more fluently: "That's right, that's exactly it. A person's blood boils because of intimate contact with someone, and that person can be anyone, it has nothing to do with feelings. However, I naturally can't just have any intimate contact with strangers. Only you and I are the closest, Eileen, so only you can help me with this."

“Yes, I can help Your Majesty.” Eileen nodded.

"Then... shall we begin?" Amelia asked somewhat hesitantly.

Eileen nervously gripped the hem of her maid outfit: "Let's...let's begin, but I don't know how."

Eileen didn't know what to do, and neither did Amelia.

Especially now that a large number of comments are appearing in front of her, as if they are spying on her, it makes it even more difficult for her to take the next step.

Damn it, why are the viewers still watching at a time like this?

Can't the scenes the audience sees just disappear as they wish? Disappear! Skip this part!

Amelia cried out in her heart, feeling wronged.

Strangely enough, just as Amelia was shouting in her heart, the number of comments in her eyes actually decreased rapidly until they disappeared without a trace.

Eh?

This situation startled Amelia.

So it turns out I really can make certain scenes invisible to the audience?

Was this a feature that was available from the beginning?

Or is this a feature that appeared later?

Either way, this is a great thing for Amelia, as it means she can protect her privacy. No matter what happens, she can keep it from the public eye if she wants.

This situation brought a smile to Amelia's face, and she relaxed completely.

Perhaps the fact that no one was watching emboldened Amelia. She let out a long breath and looked at Eileen, saying, "Eileen, come and hug me."

Eileen walked over.

She didn't know what to do, but since Amelia said she wanted a hug, she could just hug her, right?

Holding Amelia didn't bother Eileen much; after all, she often carried Amelia in her arms before, especially when facing danger and having to run away, she would pick Amelia up in a princess carry and run.

Thinking of this, Eileen immediately followed suit and picked up Amelia in a princess carry.

But after picking her up, Eileen realized that what she was feeling was different from before.

What's going on here?

Even though it's always a princess carry, why do I feel so uncomfortable now? Why does my heart feel like it's racing?

Eileen didn't realize that doing the same thing with different purposes can bring different feelings.

When the goal is to protect Amelia, there's nothing strange about picking her up.

At this moment, Eileen knew very well that what she needed was to be close to Amelia, and her mind naturally became somewhat confused.

While Eileen's heart was pounding, Amelia was also unable to remain calm.

Her petite body was held by Eileen like a small animal; the feeling was truly unique.

'I clearly only said hug, not a princess carry, so why did Eileen choose this method?'

Amelia thought to herself, her cheeks flushing crimson.

Compared to other forms of hugging, a princess carry is obviously more embarrassing.

But since you've already given her a princess carry, is there any need to carry her again?

So, at this moment, what is the boiling point of your blood?

Amelia glanced instinctively at where Renee had been, but Renee was long gone, and she had taken the test panel with her. She couldn't know her boiling level from the accurate values.

However, Amelia could still feel the blood flowing rapidly through her body, and the boiling point must be quite high at that moment.

"Eileen".

"Your Majesty, I am here."

"What's next... what's next..."

Amelia felt somewhat embarrassed to talk about it.

Simply holding on is not enough; they need more than just that to get their blood pumping.

Only by becoming familiar with this exhilarating feeling can Amelia quickly ignite her blood through memories in the future, thereby enhancing her combat power.

Therefore, the next step is one that must be taken!

With a determined look, Amelia closed her eyes and said, "Eileen, I feel my lips are a little dry, but I don't want to drink water."

Eileen: "..."

Hearing Amelia's words, how could Eileen not understand what Amelia meant?

Her gaze unconsciously fell on Amelia's red lips, she swallowed, and felt her mouth go dry.

Is this...is this really okay?

Unlike the time Amelia drowned, and unlike the time Amelia was drunk, this time we have to do this while Amelia is sober.

Is it really... really possible?

Eileen licked her lips and looked intently at Amelia.

Her beautiful face had very soft lines, and her fair cheeks were incredibly delicate, with a slight blush on them. Beneath her long eyelashes were her tightly closed eyes, and the way her eyelashes trembled was captivating. Below that were her high, straight nose and rosy lips.

"Was it really too much to ask?" Amelia opened her light blue eyes after not feeling anything for a while: "I'm sorry, Eileen, for making you do something you don't want to do. If it's really not okay, then forget it."

"No, Your Majesty, that's not what I meant. I was just lost in thought," Eileen quickly said.

"Was it really just daydreaming?"

"real."

"Isn't this forcing yourself?"

“It’s not forced at all, because His Majesty is so adorable that no one would feel forced when facing him.”

Eileen wasn't a talkative person, but she felt she couldn't let Amelia misunderstand this, so she had to explain.