prince and his shield

I don't know if it's the cursed physique that didn't wake up today, or the magic that really belonged to White Steve played a role.

As Royston stood backstage, allowing the designer to make the last adjustments to the costume on himself, everything went impossibly smoothly.

His makeup is very strong today.

The tails of the eyes were very red, which was very similar to his pupil color.The lip color is also very red, normal male models would not wear such gorgeous makeup, it would look lacking in righteousness and gaudy.

But Royston's appearance is very scary, and when he suppresses the makeup, he can still support a fierce and domineering aura.

Compared with his makeup, his clothes are genuine, colorful black.

The dark red and light gold embroidery threads are looming on the black fabric, and you can see the flying birds and the graceful flowers.Looking at the past from different angles, it is a strange beauty intertwined with movement and stillness.

The opening is a very picky suit with a casual style, which is more flamboyant on Royston.

The blazer was open, and inside was a linen shirt as a base layer, with a long tooth-shaped chain hanging from it.

The cuffs are rolled up to the forearm, and there is order in the unruly.

Male models have strict requirements on legs and body, and Royston's leg length is even more terrifying.

The same standard nine-headed body, his height is not outstanding among male models.However, the beauty under the coordinated proportion is much higher than the average level.

Royston looked at the somewhat dark world beyond the spotlights through the gap in the backstage, looking for a familiar figure in the corner.

Locking onto a shadow, he withdrew his gaze and stood casually with his hands in his pockets.

There are other models waiting nervously.Royston has heard about the legendary models who don't get along with others and can't be taken away by any family.

Five years, he has only been in this circle for five years.

Before that, he had not received any professional training, let alone appeared under the spotlight.

His debut work was just the finale of a commercial show that didn't make it to the stage.But in that show, his appearance was recorded and posted on the Internet, and his suffocating appearance caused a carnival across the Internet.

This warm beginning, which should have been short-lived, won him invitations that followed like snowflakes.And the equally legendary manager beside him forcibly led him to tear a path to a higher place in this seemingly open, but actually very closed circle.

At Paris Fashion Week, where supermodels are the most popular, he walked in the shows of several brands by himself, and all of them were big names that people flocked to.

There is nothing wrong with different styles of design on him, even if it is a completely different style for a second, he can control it steadily.

This terrifying talent is like a demon.

The fashion week's unconventional move made him famous from then on.

Endorsements, advertisements, magazine covers, brand merchants, designers hooked up with him, all seem to be blessed and will shine in the fashion industry.

Not to mention the high and low in design attainments, even the huge profits after being popular are enough to make people envious.

Royston's ability to make money is terrible, and his worth can no longer be directly calculated.Almost all parts of the body were insured, especially the eyes, which cost hundreds of millions of dollars.

Now, except for the videos and figures of him walking the catwalk on Twitter and some international shows, he will not appear in smaller events.But outside the runway, under the public eye, he can still reach the top of the headlines with a little trouble.

Let the people in the circle love and hate.

Chasing an approachable goal is motivated, but looking up to the gods, you can only bow your head.

Royston had long been familiar with the various gazes focused on him. He glanced back at the rest of the models who had voluntarily moved out of half of the backstage and huddled together, and smiled.

One of the models suppressed a scream, and Royston's smile deepened, and he turned his head casually.

It's almost time to play.

He has experienced this kind of scene many times, what he wears, the meaning behind the brand, the design of the runway, the direction of the lighting, the drumbeat of the music, everything.

He has adapted.

On the runway, he is king.

With some laziness in his heart, he slowly walked onto the runway, hearing depressive exclamations one after another.

The eyes are concentrated on the body, and the smell mixed in the air is transpired as desire and desire.

Admiration, love, adoration, admiration, madness—

He stepped on those gazes step by step, plundering the factors of desire and desire floating in the air.Because of satiety, the color of water in the eyes is shining.

The feeling of fullness is wonderful——

With a mocking expression on his face, he walked forward.

Where the lights below the stage couldn't find it, Steve looked at the people on the catwalk walking leisurely, fascinated.

Dazzling, eye-catching.

No amount of feedback can come out of my mind.

He had never had much feeling for celebrity models and the like, but now he felt a sense of excitement that made him shudder.

Royston Bowen, that's his charm.

Steve watched from a distance that he could easily make the whole audience fluctuate with his every move, even living only for him.

My heart is clamoring.

Regardless of the background, he is a wonderful and excellent person.

Steve smiles slowly, very well.

That's fine.

Royston stood at the front of the runway, staring at everyone under his feet, and a special smell came to his nose.Different from the chaotic desires and thoughts, it is a kind of pure appreciation and praise.

His pupils shrunk, and he focused his gaze in a certain direction.

Steve was caught off guard and met his eyes, thinking that he should not be able to see himself, so he raised his hand and gave a thumbs up.

Under the eyes of everyone, the king who had always been cruel, frivolous, and mocking on the catwalk; Royston Bowen, who was the first and had no second existence at all, showed a smile.

The ice and snow melted, the roses bloomed, and the misty morning dew suddenly dripped.

The fleeting softness shocked the audience to silence.

A few seconds later, there was an even crazier surge of love.

A love so strong that it takes a sacrifice to express it.

Steve scanned the venue, quickly caught a few abnormalities, and immediately used the walkie-talkie to call back the souls of those dumbfounded colleagues.And he even got into the audience directly, and brought down the three of them neatly.

Royston stood on the stage who could see the scene before and after the commotion most clearly, and Rose in the backstage corner could also see clearly.

She pushed her glasses back.

The people on the stage withdrew their expressions, and walked back with that mocking expression.

The king who was inspecting the territory shook his clothes and left, leaving only a group of believers, lonely and empty.

"Wow--"

Steve struggled violently, obviously not in the right state, and he didn't know if it was high or he heard a sigh when the person with neurological problems left.

He turned his head.

"He really..."

"Not bad, huh? He's already the top performer this year."

"I can't comment, he is a demon now." The man seemed to find it difficult to speak, and his voice was very soft.

"Of course he is. Otherwise, what do you think he is?"

Steve frowned at the two men.

It's very strange, wearing a black and white formal suit, it seems to be self-contained.

Out of place with this place.

"Oh, I saw one on our side." The white-haired, upright man met Steve's eyes in surprise.

Steve frowned.

What does it mean?

"Well, it's true." The person next to him was still wearing sunglasses in the dark venue, and now he was pressing down the edge of the sunglasses and looking at him.

Steve was horrified, what kind of eyes were those.

Yellow, vertical pupils, definitely not human.

"Shit, why is there such a pure one here?" The man complained, "We should go."

"But we just watched the opening scene..." The man next to him was a little bit reluctant.

"I'll arrange for you to get to know each other, now, leave." New Bayi started

Steve moved as fast as he could, but no sooner had he reached where they were than he lost track of them.

"Continue to be vigilant, I'll go to the backstage." Steve was worried, and rushed to the backstage after saying a few words.

Royston, who stepped down, also saw his old friend.

The man with black hair, beautiful cheekbones, and snakeskin boots smiled wantonly.The chubby man next to him, who was so pure that he smelled of disinfectant, waved his hands slightly at him with bright eyes, like a virgin in Huaichun.

Reserved and restrained.

He couldn't help rolling his eyes, and walked aside.

"Housewarming gift." The man wearing sunglasses put a pot of green radishes on his table, no one noticed the sudden extra plant, as if it had been there all along.

"It's going to grow fine, if not, call me."

After saying this, Luluo trembled at a frequency visible to the naked eye, as if she was quite frightened.

Royston glanced at the plants next to him, looked back, and let the makeup artist paint on his face.

Steve goes backstage.

"...fuck, why is this person following here?" The man in the sunglasses was speechless.

Royston turned his head: "White?"

Steve looked around to make sure there was no suspicious person: "Just checking."

"Oh, God, are they a couple?" Disinfectant, who had been very shy and silent, said in shock.

"Don't ask me." The corners of the sunglasses man's lips pulled down, rubbing his arm, disgusted to Tianling Gaier.

"Oh my God, it's love—" Disinfectant Shui'er looked girlish.

"Shit—walk, walk—I'm going to throw up." The man in the sunglasses retched twice, and hurriedly pushed him away.

No one noticed them from the moment they appeared until they left.

The corners of Royston's mouth twitched, his face a bit ferocious.

Steve looked down at him; "Are you okay?"

"...I'm fine." Royston twisted his face back.

"If there's no problem, I'll go out." Steve saw the busy backstage, and the designer was yelling at the people who were about to take the stage.

"Ah."

Before leaving, Steve looked at him: "You look great."

"You made it very clear." Royston picked him with a sideways glance.

Knowing that I am on stage, I still give myself a thumbs up to make myself laugh, silly criticism.

Steve smiled, clenched his fist and raised his hand to gesture: "Come on!"

Royston... damn it, was a fool.