prince and his shield

"What's the matter?" Royston asked softly as if sensing his uneasiness.

Tony shook his head: "Nothing."

Over an hour later, Tony knew where his uneasy feelings were coming from.

Royston fiddled with his short curly blond wig, and followed the makeup artist's instructions to lick the light pink lip gloss on his lips: "Huh? Why don't you want to?"

Tony... No, he wouldn't be willing anyway.

Royston signaled the makeup artist to stop first, turned around, with a sad face on his face: "I am willing to wear women's clothing for you, can't you do the same for me?"

Tony... choked.

Royston's eyebrows drooped, and his deliberately softened face was full of grievances.

Tony... "Come on!"

"You are so kind." Royston smiled.

Tony felt that he must have been fascinated by something just now.

The makeup artists and stylists present tried their best to hold back their laughter.

The words were all spoken, and Tony couldn't go back on his word.He stood up from the sofa, grasped the tie that had not been tied for a long time, hooked his fingers, loosened the knot, and loosened three buttons, slightly exposing the edge of the circular reaction core.

"It's just a dress." Tony snorted, closed his eyes and pulled an eye-catching brown-orange skirt with a large skirt, and walked into the cloakroom with his chest up and his head up.

Royston frowned, looked into the makeup mirror, and pulled the corners of his lips.

The red glow in his eyes deepened.

The makeup artist was facing his face, carefully smoothing away the edges and corners of his face, noticing his eyes, and paused slightly.

Royston's eyes are the most beautiful jewels in the world, such is the legend among make-up artists.

She saw it for real.

Royston moved his gaze from the mirror to her face: "Huh?"

"Sorry." The cheekbones on the edge of the makeup artist's mask turned red, and the movements became more gentle, "It will be fine soon."

"Although you are a makeup artist, you don't do much makeup—" Royston folded his legs and said with a smile.

The golden wig is curly and feminine, and the makeup is soft, but this kind of dress has formed a unique temperament on Royston.

Unexpectedly more powerful temperament that attracts women.

The makeup artist was wearing a mask, avoiding her eyes, tapped the brush next to the powder box, her earlobes turned red: "I don't look good."

Royston hummed: "No, I think you are beautiful."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pin the hair on the sideburns to her ears: "A little bit ambitious... All the beauties born under your hands belong to you. Why aren't they beautiful?"

The make-up artist put her hand on her heart and turned to look at Royston.

Royston slowly withdrew his hand, and his nails lightly brushed her cheek: "It's all the beauty you endowed. No one has the right to be more beautiful than you.

How could creation surpass the Creator, silly girl. "

The makeup artist was taken aback.

"Am I beautiful?" Tony walked out wearing a skirt with his legs crossed.

The man with the moustache is wearing a skirt, and the calf hair is exposed under the large skirt.

With hands on hips, she looks like an old lady who is number one in the world.

Royston took a deep look at the makeup artist, turned his head, and his eyes flickered.

All the people present were holding back their laughter, but only Royston said sincerely: "I think you look good. I think you will be even more beautiful after putting on makeup."

The faint smell lingering on the make-up artist beside him suddenly became thicker, flowing heavily, exuding a pungent smell.

Royston smiled even bigger: "I'm looking forward to you after makeup, you will definitely get everyone's attention."

The makeup artist lowered her head.

Tony... what? ?How about makeup? ? !

He thought Royston would give up seeing him like this, but he hasn't given up yet!

Tony, who had been struggling to get to this point, had no face to say that he didn't dare to continue, so he could only sit stiffly in front of the makeup mirror: "OK, let's fascinate those stinky men."

Royston laughed: "Tony, you are so cute."

The corner of Tony's mouth twitched, and he glanced at him: "Let's see who is the most beautiful."

Royston glanced at the makeup artist.

Yes, Not Bad.

In the end, Tony lost his leg hair and beard, and wore a hairnet wig on his head.

He looked at the 'woman' with big brown and wavy red lips in the mirror, and bared his teeth: "...I must say, I'm so fucking good-looking."

Royston came out of the cloakroom after changing his clothes, reached out and brushed his short hair: "As I said, you are very beautiful."

The make-up artist slammed the powder box, smashing the powder all over the floor, and quickly squatted down: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry——"

Tony lowered his head and raised his feet so that she could tidy up: "You should be careful."

"...Yes." The makeup artist put her arms around the box and lowered her head.

Ben was wearing a mask, and when he lowered his head, his hair covered his fairly bright eyes.

Royston's fluffy, slightly spicy pantothenic appetizer.

Smacking his lips, he looked at his fingers: "Is there any nail polish?"

Tony looked at him in horror, and continued to look in horror at the red nails on his ten fingers.

After the episode, Tony, who continued to put on makeup, looked at the fully armed Royston through the mirror, and said, "How did you grow?"

"Naturally beautiful." Royston turned sideways to face the mirror, and unbuttoned his jacket with his hands.

Different from the A-shaped dress skirt on Tony, his black lady's suit is fitted with a black and white gradient woven long skirt, with one side of the skirt opening to the hem of the leg.

Royston tilted his head to look at himself in the mirror, pressing his red nails to his lips.

Intense and bright.

Tony couldn't bear it, and covered his eyes: "Stop! Stop! I don't want to be interested in a man dressed as a woman."

Royston raised his eyebrows: "Are you interested in men?"

Tony looked pale: "I regret it. I shouldn't have known you, you devil."

Royston hummed: "I don't regret meeting you, what should I do?"

Tony's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head: "Royston, it's impossible for the two of us."

"Really? What a pity." Royston shrugged.

Tony looked at his face carefully, but couldn't find a hint of the meaning that made his heart thump just now, and there was an indescribable disappointment.

Just as he withdrew his gaze resentfully, it happened that Royston raised his eyes to meet his eyes at this moment, and gave him a slight smile.

That smile is like an angel, as clean as it needs to be.

Tony... no, I definitely don't like men.

absolute!

It's definitely because he dresses up as a woman!