prince and his shield

The woman who appeared in front of him was wearing a light gold classical long dress, her long black curly hair was draped softly over her shoulders, she was not tall, but her shoes were high enough.

The face does not give her points, but the makeup and confident temperament.

She blushed and was pressed by the foundation, only the light powder faded out: "Do you remember me?"

Roy... "Of course, I remember everyone who likes me."

The woman's demeanor exuded more shyness and happiness. She pulled her hair and revealed her whole face: "I know. You are the best person."

"Of course." Royston stuffed a piece of pale yellow pastry into his mouth to match the taste of lemon tart.

The woman laughed twice, her vigilance and restraint were gone.

"Ever since you said that to me last time, I don't think I can go on like this." She leaned against Royston's side, "I have to do something."

"I... have never been reconciled to just being a makeup artist. I want to be a star."

She laughed self-deprecatingly: "But I'm not confident, I'm afraid of failure, I tell myself to just stand on the edge and look around."

Royston swallowed the snack, and the scorching heat went from his throat to his stomach, burning.

Makeup artist, seems to have a little impression.

"You look beautiful now." Royston struggled to retrieve the memory from his mind, "You did a good job."

Obviously, his bewitching failed.A little bit more material may be successful.But...he didn't want to bother.

The demon's bewitchment can easily disintegrate a person's defenses and see through a person's deepest desire, even if he or she has never noticed it.

Desires can be big or small, long-term or short-term.To the devil, human desires are like ingredients that can be fried, cooked, dipped in sauce, and kneaded wantonly.

For example, a child's desire may be endless ice cream or potato chips.Guiding this kind of desire will be gluttony and greed, and the degree of this gluttony depends on the concentration and seriousness of the demon who wants to 'eat' him.

If you want to raise an ogre, you need a lot of perseverance and concentration.Royston didn't have the energy or the interest.

His bewitching is usually a bit endless, and he usually eats fast food.Rarely keep 'food' long term.

The quality is not high, but his quantity is large.Excellent performance.

"..." The woman glanced at him, "Thank you, Roy."

Royston was thinking about what kind of desire this woman would be swallowed by if he were guided... well, he was really hungry.

She wanted to say something and then closed her mouth, looking at the dark water, feeling overwhelming emotions.

It may be the pain she experienced between being able to dress appropriately and appearing on the same occasion as herself in a short period of time, or it may be difficult or happy.

Royston pinched the snack between his fingers and flattened it.He is considering whether he should continue to stay here.I always feel that I will be regarded as a bosom brother.

His eyes were almost blinded, and his head hurt.

But this girl is indeed a soul who can resist his temptation and turn desire into strength.During those few seconds when he struggled, he put his emotions in order.

Not overflowing, not fragile, tenacious and tough.

Royston turned back on tiptoe facing outwards, showing his first barely sincere smile since boarding the boat: "You are really outstanding."

The woman froze for a moment, then turned to look at him.

Royston picked up a piece of snack: "Eat it?"

The woman laughed: "OK. I won't be on a diet tonight."

Royston smacked his lips, put his hand in it, and smiled at the corner of his lips.

The woman put her hand under her chin, and said vaguely while eating: "You will never imagine how happy I am today."

Well, not only do I know, I can give you a measure.It's the thirteen-point sugar kind.

Royston shrugged: "You really worked hard to be able to attend this banquet."

The woman smiled embarrassedly, a little shy and a little sweet.

She put down the snack in her hand: "You gave me the courage to take the first step. There are also people who accompany me without hesitation, pointing out the way for me and not letting me get lost."

Royston's hand trembled, it was burning.His eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his lips drooped, and then raised again, as if nothing had happened: "Boyfriend?"

"Yes." The woman smiled shyly, "He's, uh, a painter. An artist. Like a psycho."

"...Well, not bad." Royston pouted.A certain person also studied art, but became a warrior.hehe.

"They say painters have very delicate thoughts." Royston commented boringly.

"Yes," the woman nodded in agreement, "...he is too delicate. He treats me very well and basically takes care of me like a waste of life. He still blames me."

Royston swallowed a few more mouthfuls of snacks, feeling that he shouldn't have started this topic.

"Sometimes, I think he's too good to be worthy of me." The woman groaned, but it was very sweet.

Royston's eyelids drooped a great deal, on the verge of closing, and he smiled without showing a curve.

"He loves you, you can love back. Then you are worth it." Royston tilted his head, half-smile.

The woman turned her head: "Huh?"

"Do you love him?"

"Love...well, maybe a little bit more." The woman squeezed her fingers, "But, I like him by my side."

Royston raised his eyebrows, that wasn't enough.He didn't say much.

The noisier the crowd, the more colorful the life, the more empty he is.

He exhaled slowly, the feeling of burning was very real and comfortable.

"Your manager said that you are still a pure... child." The woman said it impulsively, and found that Royston had no unpleasant reaction, she couldn't help being curious, "Mr. Bowen, have you ever been in love?"

Why does she always have the feeling that Mr. Bowen hides someone in his heart?

"Talk about it." Royston didn't know why he was going crazy, he denied it for almost a century and suddenly admitted it.

The woman tightly covered her mouth tightly to prevent her exclamation from overflowing: "Really?"

"...Maybe." Royston shrunk his chin, not knowing which tendon was wrong.

"Why maybe?" The woman threw up her arms and yelled at him, accidentally mistaking Royston for her sister.

After all, she was turning him into a girl the first time they met.

The place where it was touched was on fire, and Royston scratched his hair: "Because, no one remembers."

He's not human, doesn't count.

"What?" The woman couldn't keep up.

Royston smacked his lips, turned his hand, and took a glass of wine from the waiter's plate: "I don't know your name yet."

The topic turned abruptly, the woman was stunned, and then realized that he probably didn't want to say more.

It seems that the 'pure' Mr. Bowen hasn't let go of his previous feelings.She sighed in her heart: "Call me Amber."

"Well, Amber, not a bad name." Royston hummed, talking nonsense.

"I like your name too." The woman smiled, "It means cross in Serbian, doesn't it?"

Royston was a little surprised: "Is your boyfriend jealous of me? One sentence made you bravely take the first step, and then you still thought about looking up my name?"

The woman blushed: "I...not..."

"Yes, it means the cross." Royston laughed, "I like the cross."

"A lot of people died on it, and I hope I will too." He said casually.

"Your ambition sounds cool." Amber laughed.

"Well. It's written in my life plan." Rose Eaton stretched his waist, smelled the wine, and put it down.

"This banquet is really boring." Royston sighed.

"To be honest, I was surprised that you would show up." Amber was about to say something, but when she saw the person coming, she said oh and stood up straight.Putting down the plate and wine glass in his hand, he turned to Royston.

Royston didn't know why.

"Your arrival really made this place quite noisy." The person who came over was a man.

A silver-gray suit, a black shirt, tied with the same silver-gray knot, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a slender figure.

Royston was suddenly stuffed with a big mouthful of durian, closed his eyes, and reflexively vomited.

He probably won't be able to eat durian in his life.

The smell of hate.The ironing is incredible, and the places that have just been ironed are rejoicing.

He hadn't tasted it for a long time, and he shot straight to the top of the sky for a while.

The man in front of him looked gloomy for a moment, then he laughed: "It seems that you are very impressed with me."

Royston... Well, after today, I will remember you.

Amber looked at Royston, looked at the person opposite, and said, "Mr. Dylan, Mr. Bowen just ate... a bad... tomato. So..."

"No, it's not tomato, it's durian." Royston took a breath and smiled, "Oh, hi—Mr. Dylan?"

Although I don't know what happened between them, it seems quite complicated.

"Well, Roy—" the man took a deep breath, his chest puffed up even more, as if he was trying to inflate himself more.

The best one is a few laps bigger than Royston, crushing him to death.

"I prefer strangers to call me Bowen." Royston said with a smile.

Amber held the glass and hissed.

"..." The corner of the man's lips twitched, "What do Bowen think of today's party?"

"Boring." Royston smacked his lips.

"...I believe you won't be bored soon." The man's cheeks twitched again, as if he had endured it well, "There will be an auction later, it's my new work. Yao Ye."

The man leaned forward, with the feeling of telling a little secret, and winked his eyes playfully.

Royston felt that his eyes had been insulted and wondered if he could apply for mental damages.

The man's eyes flicked across the people who followed him around, and his smile carried an atmosphere that if you don't cheer, you are not human.Simply, the people next to him are more sensitive than Royston.

"Mr. Dylan's new work must be stunningly beautiful."

"This auction is sure to be unprecedented."

"I'm looking forward to your work. I don't know if I have a chance to collect it today."

"There must be no chance. Didn't you see who these people are today? We have no chance, hey."

Royston listened to their flattery that they formed a small world for a while, and ahed: "You are the host of the banquet!"

The man's beautiful smile froze, and he turned to look at him.

"...Sorry." Royston apologized without sincerity, "I'm just bored at home. I didn't pay attention to it. If I did, I'd definitely——will come."

He patted the man's shoulder: "After all, my arrival actually made you so proud. What a beautiful mistake. I believe your work must be the same."

The man's face darkened completely, and Amber quietly covered his mouth with a cup.

"Royston Bowen, you are really as arrogant as ever." The man couldn't hold back the face just now, the hostility gathered on his face, and because of the aura of Royston, the devil himself, Even more sinister.

"I'm a bit of a bad person. I'm lavish." Royston raised the corners of his lips, "I never pick up trash as a treasure. It seems that there will be no gains today."

Royston is the vanguard of the entire fashion circle. Even though he has never seen the so-called works, his words are still full of weight.

The guests who were watching the situation here from far or near were all secretly watching the excitement, there were whispers, and they were not so polite.

The man's face slowly turned red, and he stared straight at Royston: "Soon, we will know who the garbage is."

Royston smirked.

The protagonist of the banquet turned and left angrily, unable to hold back even the gentleness on the surface.

After finishing the work, Royston turned his head: "Who is he? Dylan? Did I mess with him?"

Amber wasn't surprised that he asked himself such a thing: "... Well, you once said in public that the things he designed were... gold-plated shit. Only he dares to gold-plate shit."

"So I was surprised to see you today." Amber said complicatedly.

It's because she just stepped into this circle, she is a low-key person, and she can't let go of any chance to appear on the stage.But Royston... obviously didn't care about it at all.

"...It doesn't help me distinguish between people." Royston said helplessly.

Amber was puzzled.

"I judge too much shit." Royston shrugged.

Amber couldn't help laughing out loud, but after making the sound, it was found that there were two voices.

"Mr. Bowen has insightful eyes." The waiter who was amused with Amber took the glass in Bowen's hand, with black eye circles on his thin face, and black flames in his deep eyes, "We will meet tonight Very lively."

He means a lot.

Royston let him take the cup from his hand, not quite recovering.

He saw the fire in his soul, black but holy.A sheltered vengeful and punishing one.

"Who is that then? Do I know him?" Royston looked at Amber.

Amber... Do you recognize me? How do I know?

Royston hummed, curled the corners of his lips, and winked at Amber: "It seems that we have a good show tonight."

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