prince and his shield

Royston took a deep breath of the steaming emotions, messy, colorful, a long table buffet.

He smiled very arrogantly.

"It seems that you don't like me enough—" He tugged on the microphone cord and squinted.

There was booing from the audience, and there was a burst of sound.

Anyone who can get Royston to dance will like him.

"Well, dancing?" Royston raised his eyebrows, looked back at the steel pipe behind him, and laughed twice, "You guys are really bad to the bottom of your bones."

He looked down at the clothes on his body: "Girls don't only know about sex and sexy decorations. Well, I need a dance partner. Ladies first."

Tony, who always liked to be the center of attention, wanted to attract everyone's attention, so that he could sit down and rest.

I don't know how women manage to step on this horrible instrument of torture all day long.

"Miss?"

Before he could catch his breath, he heard a voice from the stage that made his heart tremble.

The chasing light hit him, his eyes widened, and the eyes that already occupied most of his face appeared even bigger.

The booing in the field became louder and louder.

Steve was annoyed and amused at the same time, barely squeezed through, and there was an exclamation from the side.

He turned his head, frowned, pushed Jed away from the man who rubbed against her in the crowded venue, and warned: "You should be careful."

The man looked at him, smiled, and walked away silently without saying anything.

Steve protected Jedd, lowered his head: "Are you okay?"

Ged blushed: "It's okay, it's okay, it just bumped."

Steve looked at her concealed movements, then at the people who were having fun on the stage, and sent them to the slightly looser booths first.

"What do you want?" Tony glared at Royston.

"Come dance--" Royston looked like you didn't know what to ask.

Tony stared: "Dancing?"

"Look, a lot of people are looking forward to you—" Royston squatted on the stage and reached out to him, "Didn't you bring me out to play? What if you don't have fun?"

Tony... he regrets it, okay!

Who knows that the tyrant has a name, but the only pastime all day long is to eat snacks besides playing games. The person who looks like a cute baby is so noisy when he looks crazy.

Royston pulled the microphone: "Come on, baby. Don't make me wait too long."

Steve... Royston's habit of speaking is really enough.

Angels are normal now, so what is this baby.

Tony narrowed his eyes, he had never experienced stage fright in his life, and let out a haha.

He reached down with his hand, took off his shoes, and threw them out.

Royston jumped up and caught one of his shoes, put it on his lips and kissed it, and raised his eyebrows at Tony.

"Hey..." Tony cursed, lifted his skirt and climbed onto the stage.

Royston directly hugged the man up by the waist, lowered his head and approached his face, put his hand on his spine, and locked his eyes.

Tony's back went numb, and he cursed again.

"You're not a lady a lot today—" Royston stared at him vaguely.

Without the bonus of high heels, Tony, who was already shorter than Royston, looked even petite.

"Come on, I'll take you." Royce held up his hand, and pressed his toes into his feet without hesitation. The side of his calf led him to rotate in a big circle.

The big skirt flew up, and Tony spun around, and stepped on the female step by mistake.Can only be forced to follow his steps, spin, retreat, and undulate.

Royston stared down at him, as if he was the only one in the world to see.

Tony pursed his lips, and at a certain moment, a strange emotion came to his heart.

Slowly, under the spotlight, a tinge of red gradually appeared on the pinna of his ears, his lips were also pursed tightly, and his eyes moved away.

Royston narrowed his eyes, sniffed the faint scent of honey, slightly parted his lips, and lowered his face: "Tony—"

"Why?" Tony was forced to cooperate with his steps, and said angrily.

"Do you like me?" a low whispering voice sounded.

Tony's ears itch and his heart cools down: "Fuck——"

Royston chuckled: "Well, the way you express it is really manly—"

The bursting dj dance music was replaced by a slow three-beat dance music at some point. In the field, black and white and brown orange were ambiguous and tender.

Many women looked at Tony, who was held in Royston's arms, blushing and yearning.

Tony realized that he was in a bad mood, gritted his teeth, and was just about to stand up, when Royston sighed softly: "Sorry, it seems to have troubled you."

He let go of his hand and kissed his fingertips lightly: "Goodbye, my lady."

"Fuck you—" Tony kicked violently.

Royston laughed.

"Ah! Can I be your dance partner?!" Someone screamed.

Royston turned his head, raised his eyebrows, and squatted down: "Do you like me?"

"Like it!!" The woman who squeezed to the side of the table and shouted was a typical American sweetheart, with honey-colored skin and beautiful green eyes.

There is a bunch of people who seem to be sister groups behind them.

Royston glanced at the group of people, discerning the smell: "Well—what should I do? Your friend seems to like me more."

Being so excited about jealous people is really scary for girls these days.

The girl who spoke froze, her face was filled with the expression of disbelief that you were saying something stupid.

Royston raised his hand, jumped down, and stood beside the fat girl who had been standing awkwardly in the corner, and stretched out his hand: "Want to dance with me?"

The chubby girl looked at the hand stretched out in front of her, and when she blinked, tears came down.

She was just terrified because her 'best friend' said she was going to go on stage and trip up that rampant woman.She was afraid, but didn't have the courage to speak out.

She likes such a warm person, likes it very much, and wants to protect her.

Royston took her hand: "Come on—"

"It's every girl's right to be pampered. Honey, as long as you like me." Royston smiled.

Really mouth-watering fullness.

The chubby girl ignored the eyes of those 'good friends' for a moment, stretched out her hand, and nodded heavily.

After placing Gedd, Steve stopped when he wanted to stop Royston.

He looked at the person dancing with the girl in his arms from afar, and after a while, he smiled and sighed.

If someone recognizes him, he will be in the headlines again tomorrow.

Forget it.

"She's awesome." A small murmur sounded.

Steve looked back at Jedd, sighed, and pinched his nose: "...Yes."

Royston played like crazy, changing partners almost every few minutes.

And every girl present, or everyone was waiting for his invitation, hoping to get his favor.

Steve watched him making waves, and could only quickly push down some people who wanted to make trouble.

Ged has completely forgotten his purpose today, looking at the person who has been following the spotlight, unable to take his eyes off.

When 'she' came in her direction, she couldn't help but stood down from the booth, letting the crowd push her back and forth.

She had never dreamed of a person so much, that was her ideal.

She wants to be that kind of woman, strong, beautiful, full of charm.

The spotlight suddenly became dazzling, she was suffocating, looking at the person in front of her, she couldn't tell whether it was a hallucination or reality.

"Well, miss, do you like me?" Royston stretched out his hand to straighten her squeezed shoulder straps, and rubbed her hair.

"I like——I like you so much." Jed didn't know how he could confess so easily.

As soon as the words came out, a huge hole was opened in the heart, and all the depression wanted to escape.Her throat was sore and she wanted to cry, but she could only cover her eyes to hide it.

She is ordinary, ordinary, and walks in this world step by step.Never knew that one day, someone would ask her out of her unwillingness so easily.

Royston chuckled, stretched out his arms to hug her, and patted her on the head: "Be good—babe, don't cry."

Steve got rid of another person, and looked back to see Royston hugging the crying Jed.

Royston led people to dance in place, enjoying the cheers and pursuit.

What is the stage?Where he is is the stage.

After turning around for a while, after eating all those surging emotions, he was going to change his partner.

Turning his gaze, a face came into sight.His legs went limp without warning, and he staggered into the arms of the person who appeared suddenly.

Steve hastily stretched out his arms and half-hugged him, accepted it, raised his eyebrows and laughed in a low voice: "Have you had a good time?"