Calvin's breath stagnated.

It was then that Reed grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him a few steps forward, before Calvin saw Lil's hands still on his chest, curled up in a baby position, her eyes closed on the dirty mattress on the floor.

"Oh my God. ”

Calvin slowly exhaled the breath he had held in his chest, rubbing his brow and looking at Reed.

"Honestly, that's not a gentleman. ”

He said.

Reed shrugged, "It's just for safety, who knows what's going to happen in a hell of a place like this? It's not often in those movies that you kick open the door and shoot straight into bed—"

"You just don't like her. ”

Calvin frowned, interrupting Reed's prevarication.

Reid let out a chuckle as he turned back to lock the door behind him, then stepped forward to take Calvin's backpack.

"Shhhh

The sound of the zipper being unzipped rang out.

Reed pulled the jars out of the bag more easily than Calvin himself and placed them on the edge of the double bed—foundation, shadow, glue, silicone clay in artificial leather......

"yes, it's like you don't like her either...... With all due respect, I think everyone in this sect is a little ......" Reed held out his finger and twirled around his temple.

"It's ridiculous to say something like that from the mouth of a lover of occultism. ”

Calvin sighed, but didn't contradict him. As Reed rummages through his makeup, he opens Lil's duffel bag.

Disposable toothbrushes, bath products, ointments...... Among the humble belongings, the gorgeous black evening dress stood out like a princess in the slums.

The evening gown had an obvious price, the silk fabric was cold and soft, the pitch black was like the night sky, the fabric shimmered like golden sand with the flow of light, and the wonderful skirt fell like water on Calvin's fingertips.

"Wow. ”

Reed leaned over, and he let out a loud tongue smack when he saw the skirt. He expertly pulled out a price tag held by silver thread from the intricate pile of fabric.

The numbers were a bit shocking to someone of Calvin's class.

"I'm going to feel sorry for her, and it looks like she really values that chorus from this dress. ”

As he spoke, Reed casually removed the price tag.

This action made Calvin's brow jump.

Reed spread his hands and smiled helplessly: "Don't worry...... I knew the girl was still thinking about returning the dress when she was done with it, but she was thinking too simply, look at the fabric......"

Reed stretched out his fingers and slid them gently over the skirt that rested on Calvin's arm. Calvin's skin on his elbows was covered with goosebumps—Reed's warm fingertips seemed to caress his skin directly through the fine, smooth fabric of his skirt.

"Look," Reed's eyes narrowed, and a small smile appeared on his face after noticing Calvin's stiff expression at that moment, "The nature of this fabric is destined to make it impossible to hide the label, in fact, all the models on his catwalk this year can only appear in a vacuum, because even the most concealed underwear will leave traces......"

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

Noticing this, Reed paused, pulling the skirt from Calvin's hand and unfurling it in the air.

"Well, I'll pay for her later," he whispered, "after all, you're the one who will wear this dress later." ”

Calvin's expression froze.

Of course, he already knew this - the moment they exchanged glances in front of the church, no, it was correct to say that when they got into Lil's car and infiltrated Angel Town, he already had a premonition that he needed to use Lil's identity as a cover.

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

"Don't tell me I'm ...... too"

"That's right. ”

"It's going to be a big problem, I mean, there's the man's thing on my chest and between my legs, and if the dress doesn't even hide a little label, it doesn't hide my gender...... We had to change our skirts. ”

Calvin said quickly.

However, Reed seemed very persistent, after all, it was not so easy to get another evening dress in such a ghost place.

"I can tell you with absolute certainty that there can't be a ready-to-wear store in this town, and we have no way of knowing who else but Lil will be in the chants......" Reed babbled on and on on for all sorts of reasons to convince Calvin to wear the dress...... As for the problems you mentioned, I swear, they can be solved. ”

He found the translucent liquid from the jars, it was a bottle of glue that ordinary girls would use to give themselves double eyelids and false eyelashes, and Calvin would use it to put a fake beard on some special occasion.

"Solved?" Calvin looked warily at the gadget in Reed's hand, and he had a bad premonition.

Reed's squinted eyes as he smiled flashed with a strong glow that made Calvin feel bad.

"Yes, your body is perfect...... I hope you don't think of this as a harassment to you, but you have to admit that your body is perfect...... And 'perfection' to this extent that the beauty itself transcends gender. ”

Reed's voice was muffled.

Calvin unconsciously held his breath, a shiver ran through the back of his neck as he was exposed to the air. Reed didn't touch him, there was no doubt about that, but at this moment, Calvin could feel the other man's gaze on him very clearly. Reed was looking at his body—even though Galvan was clearly still dressed, he still felt naked under that gaze.

Calvin felt an alarm ring in his head, blinked, and then looked at Reed coldly, not showing even the slightest flinch.

But almost as soon as Calvin showed displeasure, Reed quickly withdrew his gaze, shook the skirt off his hand, and threw the expensive fabric back to Calvin.

"This skirt is exactly your number, trust me, this skirt is just right for you, as for the lower body...... It's not a big hassle after mastering the trick. ”

He shook the glue in his hand toward Calvin.

******

An hour later—

Calvin spent a long time in the bathroom before he could mentally build himself.

He grimaced the handle of the bathroom and hesitated for a moment before forcing himself to push open the door and walk out of the bathroom.

The cold fabric of the evening dress slid gently against his skin as he moved, the delicate touch like the flow of water in a jacuzzi, and the intense discomfort made Calvin feel like a robot with every movement.

As he went out, Reed was hunched over the dye Calvin's next to use, which he would later use to color Calvin's wig, and when he heard the "crunch" of the bathroom door being opened, Reed added some more powder to the sticky red slurry before he looked up.

"How's that? Actually, it's not that hard to do, isn't it—"

When he saw Calvin's current appearance, his voice stopped abruptly.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Calvin had to grit his teeth so he didn't just go back to the bathroom, and then tear off his damn tuxedo skirt to hell with this ridiculous plan.

"It's like you said," but Calvin's competitive spirit kept him calm for the last of his moments under Reed's gaze, "You're right, I can wear this dress." ”

He spoke dryly.

“……”

Reed's mouth was slightly open, but he couldn't make any sound, and the veins on the sides of his neck bulged out clearly.

Calvin didn't know what he was now...... Perfect.

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

Of course, in fact, his brain was already in a blank space at this time.

Calvin was more fit for the dress than he had thought, his slightly slender figure for a man was tightly wrapped in black fabric, revealing only the delicate collarbones and emaciated shoulders. Calvin's overly pale skin became more pronounced against the black, and he looked like a ghost, or an afterimage of the Holy Spirit reflected in the iris of the praying person in prayer...... The inhuman, illusory beauty pierced Reed's soul without hindrance, and his spirit was like a shattering ice after being hit by a heavy object, and that dark frenzy slowly seeped out along the cracks.

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

"You...... Maybe not for ...... Black ......"

He said in disarray.

Wrapped in black, Calvin has a saint-like sense of abstinence—but on the contrary, under this intense ascetic stimulus, the heart that sees him only bursts out with more surging opposite emotions. 166 Reading Network