To Lovend:

It's time for the entrance ceremony.

I am now writing to you in a chair in the dressing room. I've been sitting for almost a morning. Sandy obviously can't take care of me anymore, they have to put on makeup and have to coil their hair, and they are too busy.

It's all because Gloria said that there should be a sense of ceremony, uniform clothing, long hair should be coiled up, and it is better for everyone to put on makeup.

I am reminded of the tragic situation in the morning. The men are pulled in by the women, and Hilarily squeaks out a large puddle of cleanser and pastes it onto their faces, forcing them to clean their faces again.

"Honey, I think I've washed clean enough with water."

Milton was aggrieved, pulling at the corner of Sandy's coat and muttering quietly.

Sandy, on the other hand, sighed, and kept sighing. "Hey, listen to her, hey, it's only this time a year, hey......"

I won't go into the details of the rest of the process. Because I couldn't understand their methods, and the bottles and bottles, the long and short bottles, the brushes, and the different sizes of powder. I must admit that I can name at most a rough name, and how to use it...... Well, not in my scope of study.

In short, under their skillful hands, the men of Number Eight have indeed changed a lot, even becoming a little overdone.

Haha, you can't imagine what became of Marcellus. Among the people in charge of makeup, Hilarily has the best craftsmanship and the most ruthless hands. In fact, Marcellus himself has a good foundation, and he looks good without much pretension.

Maybe it's to avenge Xiao Hei last time, that is, the day before yesterday, Marcellus's second personality Xiao Hei almost didn't favor me and Hilarily, don't worry, I solved him in the end, and he will never run out to make trouble again.

Probably because of this, Hillariel trimmed Marcellus's eyebrows long and thin, her face so white and white, and her lips painted red like an ancient face.

"Sissi."

This is the nickname given to Hilarily. Marcelous said helplessly and laughingly to his Sissi: "I still have to make a speech as a principal, you made me like this, how can I come to the stage later?" ”

"Isn't it pretty? Xiao Mu! Hillariel turned Marcellus's head for me to taste, "What do you think?" Is it good-looking? ”

I snickered and said, "Good-looking, good-looking." ”

"Tasteful." Hilariel nodded in satisfaction, and then took Marcellus's head to evaluate Tybertha, an idler like me. Tybertha replied in the same way.

At this point, Hillaili was completely satisfied, while Marcellus was completely depressed. He was now crouched in the corner facing the wall, gloomy enough to grow mushrooms.

The rest, I looked, and Milton had Sandy's mercy, not much changed, and looked a little more energetic. Lynn gave Thompson a mustache, his complexion brightened a few degrees, his hair was arranged, well, I now began to believe that the beautiful boy in his bedside photo was him.

Dorne was the one who didn't change the most. Hearing from them, Gloria looked left and right at his face for a moment, and felt the need to do anything more to his face, so Dorne was the only one saved.

While the other women accuse Floria of being lazy, I don't think Gloria did anything wrong, and Dorne really doesn't need to do anything more.

I don't think I've ever met anyone like Dorne.

He has a face as perfect as an angel, and has a feeling that is somewhere between a child and an adult. There is a proper term for this feeling, which is called ...... Juvenile feeling, yes, it is juvenile feeling. His sense of youth is so pure. He felt like a teenager who had not been contaminated by the chaos, complexity, and filth of the world.

He always smiles sincerely, listens carefully to your every word, does his best to ask for every request you mention, and tries his best to solve your problems as much as possible.

He was a very good man. It's just that one fly in the ointment is that everyone says he's not very smart...... It seems that only the intelligence of a ten-year-old child?

But perhaps, this is not a problem for Dorne. In his eyes, the world will always remain innocent, right?

Oh, I think I'm going to have to get away for a while. I saw Sandy waving at me.