pretend crush

After dinner, Meng Ziqin seemed very preoccupied. Zhou Qiu originally wanted to say a few words of concern, but he was too busy, so he was called away as soon as he put down the lunch box.

Several people returned to their makeup positions and began to prepare for the evening dance.

Because it was a prom makeup, and Meng Ziqin needed makeup to cover up some obvious masculine features on his face, so the makeup artist told him early in the morning: "The makeup may be thicker."

I say this mainly because I know Meng Ziqin's habit, no matter what program he participates in, he always pursues naturalness, basically only light makeup.

Meng Ziqin: "I see, I will trouble you."

Although the make-up artist is a little girl, she has many years of prom make-up experience. She couldn't help but praise Meng Ziqin's skin and facial features while she was working.

After all, Meng Ziqin's whole face was white and tender, just like a child.

The make-up artist first made some preparations for him before heavy makeup, and then let him go to change his clothes.

Meng Ziqin went to the dressing room alone, and found that Zhou Qiu was also inside, leaning on the small sofa, as if waiting for someone.

He has pretty much changed, except for a suit jacket.

The upper body is a shirt, and the neckline is made of overlapping materials, embroidered with complicated gold thread.

Zhou Qiu casually put one leg on the other, wearing black boots with trousers tucked into the boots, his light make-up added sharpness to him, as if this was not a changing room, but a palace for princes and nobles , Zhou Qiu sat in the most honored position.

"What are you waiting for?" Meng Ziqin asked.

"Wait for you, my little prince."

Mencius Qin walked over, and the distance of a few steps was suddenly shortened by Zhou Qiu's hand. He couldn't stand firmly on his feet, and he stumbled and fell into Zhou Qiu's arms.

"Aren't you afraid that your clothes will get wrinkled?" Meng Ziqin put his hands around his neck.

After being with Zhou Qiu, his skin became thicker. Sitting in his boyfriend's arms in this posture, Meng Ziqin still felt comfortable and wanted to stay longer.

"Don't be afraid, I'll change your clothes for you."

Zhou Qiu tilted his head while speaking, and kissed Meng Ziqin's earlobe.

"Changing clothes?" Mencius raised his neck, and Zhou Chou kissed him. It was obviously a matter of business, and it took a while for the two to separate.

"Yes," Zhou Qiu's voice became much hoarse after an intimate session, "The skirt is very complicated, I asked Lisa to teach me just now, let me help you wear it."

"Okay," Meng Ziqin agreed, and got up, "Where are the clothes?"

"That's the one." Zhou Qiu pointed to a white dress that was propped up on a shelf in the corner.

Meng Ziqin looked at it in embarrassment, not even knowing where to start, Zhou Qiu walked over, took off the dress repeatedly, and brought it to the sofa.

"Put the skirt on first," he said.

Meng Ziqin was not pretentious in front of his boyfriend, he took off his clothes in a few strokes, revealing his slender figure, Zhou Qiu resisted not looking, and followed Lisa's instruction to undo the complicated belt on the dress.

I thought it would be difficult for boys to wear skirts because of their big bones, but I didn't expect Meng Ziqin to wear them easily. There is not much flesh in his whole body except for the bones.

"And then?" Meng Ziqin was dazzled by the complicated and intricate silk ribbons.

Which one is for the waist and which one is for the neckline?

"I'm coming, you don't move." Zhou Qiu stood behind Meng Ziqin, trying to grab the long belt hanging in front of him, he couldn't help getting close and wrapping his arms around him.

The slender fingers held the two straps, which became wider and wider, with a cool and soft texture.

When the belt was pulled, the skirt at the waist and abdomen suddenly tightened, outlining the waistline of Meng Ziqin's clothes.Zhou Qiuqu tied a big bow for him, and the tail of the bow naturally hung down.

"The waist is healed." Zhou Qiu gave a support, and immediately withdrew his fingers as if electrocuted.

This waist is exactly the same as he and Meng Ziqin reunited in the restaurant. They hid in the toilet together.

"The collar needs to be adjusted." Zhou Qiu said, walked around in front of Mencius Qin and began to fiddle with it.

This dress has a large neckline, and most of Meng Ziqin's straight collarbone is exposed.Wearing a skirt didn't make him feel embarrassed, but the neckline made it difficult for him to lift his head up, especially in front of Zhou Qiu.

Zhou Qiu was groping among the layers of messy collars, and his fingertips occasionally brushed against Meng Ziqin's skin, making him itchy, begging in his heart to fix it quickly.

It didn't take long for Zhou Qiu to get the essentials to make the collar neat and beautiful, with distinct layers.

Just when Meng Ziqin thought his ordeal was finally over, Zhou Qiu buried his head and planted a kiss on the center of his collarbone.

"You are beautiful." His index finger landed on Meng Ziqin's chin, leading him to raise his head slightly, "Be confident."

"There are still shoes, can I wear them?" Zhou Qiu pointed to the ground. The program team specially prepared flat-heeled and round-toed single shoes for Meng Ziqin. The off-white shoes looked a bit delicate and cute.

"I need to put on stockings first, do you know how to wear them?" Zhou Qiu went directly to bring over the white stockings with small floral patterns.

Meng Ziqin felt his face was going to burn, snatched the stockings from Zhou Qiu's hand, pushed him outside and said, "I will do it, you can let me do it myself."

When Meng Ziqin returned to his dressing room, something was wrong with him.

Seeing that his face was flushed, the makeup artist thought it was because of the effort to change his clothes, so he was more concerned.

"This skirt looks very difficult to wear. It's amazing to be able to wear it so quickly. I may not even be able to do it."

"It fits well, and the shoes look good too."

Meng Ziqin couldn't say a word.

In the end, he didn't wear the stockings himself, so it's strange that he knows how to wear them.

Meng Ziqin held the socks for a long time to sort out left and right, to no avail, and then went out shyly to find Zhou Qiu. Unexpectedly, Zhou Qiu didn't leave, but stood outside the door, and he didn't show any surprise when he came out.

"Where can't it be?" Zhou Qiu looked at the stockings in Meng Ziqin's hand and raised his chin.

"Which one is on the left and which one is on the right?" Mencius asked, raising his hand.

Zhou Qiu didn't answer directly, and pushed the door into the room with the socks in Meng Ziqin's hand, "I'll come."

The result was that Mencius sat on the sofa, Zhou Chou squatted on the ground, held his foot and stepped on his knee, put silk stockings on him, and said slowly: "It doesn't matter whether you are left or right."

Mencius Qin must be familiar, regardless of left and right, you can choose to say such a simple four words directly!

Zhou Qiu's hand followed the stockings up to Meng Ziqin's calf, and the soft fabric rubbed against his skin, causing a tingling sensation.

"You've been ignoring the little fairy for almost a day. When I went back to feed her, she was crying pitifully."

"Then I'll play with her when I get back." Mencius Qin could say a word in a rough way.

"Well, she likes you so much, if you feed her, she will be happy."

The more Meng Ziqin thought about it, the more he couldn't sit still. He moved slightly on the soft leather chair, closed his eyes and said to the makeup artist, "Turn down the air conditioner."

There is still about half an hour before the dance, and everyone has packed up and is waiting to enter.

The location of the dance party was re-selected by the program group. In order to keep the mystery and bring surprises, each guest arranged a separate car pick-up.

The skirt was very large, and Meng Ziqin managed to get into the car with the help of several staff members.

He wasn't quite used to the feeling of wearing a wig and skirt, and he didn't dare to take a picture when the makeup artist handed him the mirror before going out.

Meng Ziqin was arranged to enter a backstage with a curtain. When Zhang Jiayi came to see him, he told him that the program crew would open the curtain after the dance started.

Then Zhang Jiayi left, and Meng Ziqin stood alone on the curtain with only a light light, and the tension permeated.

Would Zhou Qiu like him like this?

Meng Ziqin stood alone for a while, and the lights dimmed a bit.

It's probably about to start.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and the curtain in front of him followed Meng Ziqin's deliberate slow breathing, and the two corners were wrinkled and lifted up, and opened to both sides.

Bright lights were projected through the curtain. Mencius narrowed his eyes when they came in, and when he opened them again, Zhou Qiu was standing in front of him.

His hair was combed all the way up and he wore a top hat.

Seeing Mencius Qin, Zhou Qiu took off his hat and put it on his chest, and performed a courtesy.

"It is reasonable to salute like this, but I think we can change the way of saluting."

Zhou Qiu said as he walked up, leaning his face against Meng Ziqin's side, "May I invite you to dance?"

Mencius replied by supporting Zhou Qiu's shoulders. His wig was not the traditional black, but silver. It was neatly tidied up strand by strand by the barber teacher. He decorated it with some headdresses popular in balls, and approached Zhou Qiu. Soft hair grazed his chin and neck as he grudged.

With a spin, Zhou Qiu grabbed his belt and stepped onto the dance floor.

Mencius raised his head slightly, and the first thing he saw was the red ceiling covered with golden embroidery.

Turning your toes, you can see the walls and carpets in the same style. The whole ballroom is extravagant but not vulgar.

But Meng Ziqin didn't have much time to stay around. When he followed Zhou Qiu's dance steps, Tom or Lisa's instructions were all gone, and the movements of his feet were natural.

This is them.

Mencius Qin's eyes were limited to Zhou Qiu, his face, his chest, his arms and his legs.

Their distance is sometimes close and sometimes far. When they are close, Meng Ziqin can feel Zhou Qiu’s breath. When they are far away, Zhou Qiu’s temperature is transmitted from their hands, which makes Meng Ziqin feel that their heartbeats are always connected. .

It turned out that the dance they worked so hard to learn was so short, but after the music ended, Meng Ziqin's unsteady breath told him that the dance was not so short.

The end is another elegant etiquette.

With their hands separated, Zhou Qiu and Meng Ziqin's eyes are still stuck together, with the possessiveness and affection that they know each other well.

Then it was time for the dinner party, and Meng Ziqin finally got his wish and held Zhou Qiu's hand again.

Exquisite desserts and wine were neatly placed on the long table covered with cloth, and several pairs of guests walked to the long table together.

Zhou Qiu chose a glass of low-alcohol wine for Mencius, and several people toasted together to celebrate the success of the dance.

It was only then that Meng Ziqin noticed the other people. They were all dressed in gorgeous and dignified attire, but unfortunately he didn't have much interest in admiring them.

He himself was just a worldly person, and without looking at anything, Meng Ziqin grabbed a small cake from the table and stuffed it into his mouth, but tightened his grip on Zhou Qiu's hand.

This is supposed to be a red velvet cake, sweet and sour.

Everyone chatted while tasting desserts. The atmosphere was lively and warm. Everyone took the time to interact with their partners. Only Meng Ziqin and Zhou Qiu didn't get close to each other.

After two or three hours, the dance was finally all over.

"Do you want to change?" Zhou Qiu looked at Meng Ziqin and asked.

"want."

In the dimly lit corridor, two figures stumbled forward.

Zhou Qiu vaguely saw the words Changing Room, and pushed in together with Mencius Qin, and the wooden door was locked.

"It's what you want, right?" Zhou Qiu touched the side of his face, and Meng Ziqin nodded in Zhou Qiu's palm.

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