deformed bone

Calvin's breath caught.

At this moment, Reed grabbed his shoulders and pushed him forward a few steps, and then Calvin saw that Lil's hands were still on his chest, curled up in a baby's position, lying with her eyes closed On that dirty mattress on the floor.

"Oh, my God."

Calvin let out the breath he was holding in his chest slowly, he rubbed his brows and looked at Reed.

"Honestly, that's hardly a gentleman."

He said.

Reed shrugged: "It's just for safety, who knows what will happen in such a ghostly place? It's not often in those movies that you kick open the door and shoot directly on the bed—"

"You just don't like her."

Calvin frowned and interrupted Reed's excuses.

Reed let out a chuckle, he turned around and locked the door, and then stepped forward to take Calvin's backpack.

"hiss--"

There was the sound of a zipper being unzipped.

More easily than Calvin himself, Reid took out the bottles and jars from the bag and put them on the edge of the double bed-foundation, shadow, glue, silicone putty that simulates leather...

"Yeah, it's as if you don't like her either...With all due respect, I think everyone in this sect is a bit..." Reed stretched out his finger and twirled his temple.

"It's really ridiculous to say such words from the mouth of a occultist."

Calvin sighed, but did not contradict him.While Reed fiddled with his makeup, he opened Lil's duffel bag.

Disposable toothbrushes, bath products, herpes ointment... Among the simple personal belongings, the gorgeous black evening dress is as conspicuous as a princess who has fallen into the slums.

The evening dress was obviously expensive. The silk fabric was cold and soft, and the black fabric was like the night sky. The fabric flashed with light spots like golden sand as the light flowed. fall down.

"Wow."

Reed poked his head over, and he clicked his tongue loudly when he saw the dress.He skillfully turned out a price tag held by a silver thread among the pile of complicated fabrics.

The above figures are a bit shocking for people of Calvin's class.

"I feel so sorry for her, she really took that chorus very seriously from the look of the dress."

While talking, Reed casually removed the price tag.

This move made Calvin's brows twitch.

Reed spread his hands and smiled helplessly: "Don't worry... I know this girl is still thinking about returning the skirt after she's finished using it, but her thinking is too simple, look at the fabric..."

Reed stretched out his fingers and slid them across the skirt that fell over Calvin's arm.The skin on Calvin's elbows was covered with goosebumps - Reed's warm fingertips seemed to be caressing his skin directly through the fine and smooth fabric of the skirt.

"Look," Reid narrowed his eyes after noticing Calvin's stiff expression revealed at that moment, and a small smile appeared on his face, "The characteristics of this kind of fabric are destined to make people uncomfortable." I can't hide the label, and in fact all the models in his catwalk this year can only be shown in a vacuum, because even the most hidden underwear will leave traces..."

Calvin didn't speak, but looking at Reed who was seriously analyzing the fabric, his eyes still showed a little bewilderment.

Noticing this, Reed stopped talking, and he pulled the skirt from Calvin's hand and spread it in the air.

"Forget it, I will help her pay the money later," he said softly, "after all, you are the one who will wear this dress later."

Calvin's expression froze.

Of course, he already knew this—the moment he exchanged eyes in front of the church, no, exactly, when they got into Lier's car and sneaked into Angel Town, he already had a hunch that he needed to use Lier's Identity is concealed.

However, when this decision actually came to him, he still felt subtle embarrassment.Especially after Reed emphasized the special nature of the dress a few times...

"Don't tell me I also..."

"Yes."

"It's going to be a huge problem, I mean, the boobs and the man thing between my legs, and if the dress doesn't hide even a little tag, it's even less able to hide my gender . . . we have to change our skirts."

Calvin said quickly.

However, Reid seemed very persistent. After all, it was not so easy to get another evening dress in such a ghostly place without anyone knowing about it.

"I can tell you with certainty that there is no high-end clothing store in this small town, and we have no way of knowing who else will participate in the chant besides Lil..." Reed rattled off various reasons to persuade Calvin put on the dress, "... As for the problems you mentioned, I swear, they can be solved."

He found the bottle of translucent liquid from those bottles and jars. It was a bottle of glue. Ordinary girls would use this kind of thing to glue themselves double eyelids and false eyelashes, but Calvin would use it in some special Occasionally use it to glue yourself a fake beard.

"Solution?" Calvin looked at the thing in Reed's hand vigilantly, and he had a bad feeling.

When Reed smiled, his narrowed eyes shone with an intensity that Calvin found uneasy.

"Yes, your body is perfect... I hope you don't take my words as harassment to you, but you have to admit that your body is perfect... and 'perfect' has reached this level, this The beauty itself transcends gender."

Reed lowered his voice.

Calvin held his breath unconsciously, and a shudder ran through the back of his neck, which was exposed to the air.There is no doubt that Reed did not touch him, but at this moment, Calvin could clearly feel the feeling of the other party's gaze falling on him.Reed was outlining his body with his eyes—even though Calvin was still wearing clothes, he still felt inexplicably naked under that sight.

Calvin felt an alarm sound in his mind, he blinked, and then looked at Reed coldly, without showing even the slightest flinch.

But almost at the moment when Calvin showed his dissatisfaction, Reed quickly withdrew his gaze, shook the skirt on his hands, and threw the expensive fabric back to Calvin.

"This skirt is exactly your number. Believe me, this skirt is just right for you. As for the problem of the lower body...it's not a big trouble after you master the skills."

He shook the glue in his hand at Calvin.

-

after an hour--

Calvin spent a long time in the bathroom to prepare himself mentally.

With a livid face, he grabbed the handle of the bathroom, hesitated for a while, and then forced himself to open the door and walk out of the bathroom.

The cold fabric of the evening dress glides gently over his skin as he moves, and the delicate touch is like the water flow in a jacuzzi. The strong sense of discomfort makes Calvin feel that every movement of his body is as stiff as robot.

When he went out, Reed was hunched over and mixing the dye that Calvin was going to use next, which would be used to color Calvin's wig later, when he heard the "creak" when the bathroom door was opened With a sound, Reed added some more powder to the viscous red slurry before raising his head.

"How? Actually, it's not difficult to operate, isn't it—"

After seeing Calvin's current appearance, his voice stopped abruptly.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Calvin has to grit his teeth so he doesn't just retreat back into the bathroom and rip off his damn evening dress and let the hell with this ridiculous plan.

"It's just like what you said," but Calvin's competitive spirit still allowed him to maintain his final calm under Reed's gaze. "You are indeed right, I can wear this dress."

He spoke dryly.

"..."

Reed opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't make any sound. The blood vessels on both sides of his neck protruded clearly.

Calvin didn't know how... perfect he looked now.

Reed hated the lack of vocabulary in his brain at this moment.

Of course, in fact, his brain has gone blank at this time.

Calvin was more suitable for this skirt than he thought. His slightly slender figure for a man was tightly wrapped by the black cloth, only revealing his delicate collarbone and thin shoulders.Against the black background, Calvin's pale skin became more obvious. He looked like a ghost, or the afterimage of the Holy Spirit reflected in the iris of the praying man under devout prayers... that kind of inhuman, The illusory beauty pierced Reed's soul unobstructed. His spirit was like an ice surface that was on the verge of breaking after being hit by a heavy object. The dark and frantic emotions slowly seeped out along the cracks.

He breathed heavily, and it took him a long time to barely put together the scattered fragments of his soul.

"You...maybe not suitable for...black..."

He said brokenly.

Calvin, who was wrapped in black, had a sense of abstinence like a saint—but in contrast, under the stimulation of such a strong abstinence, the hearts of those who saw him would only burst out with more turbulent opposite emotions.