Seven years later
Diiinnngggg~!
Cain opened the door in their mansion in New York, and Lance, his brother in law, together with Emery and their child, Len, greeted him.
"What the––!"
Lance's heart skipped a beat at seeing Cain's ridiculous get-up. Cain was wearing a silly shirt and a . . . SKIRT underneath an apron.
A fuckin' skirt!
But that was not the horrendous thing.
It was the makeup!
Cain's silver hair was in a girly pigtail raised both sides of his head. He wore thick mascara and purple eyeshadow. An eye-catching circle shape pink blush was on his cheeks, and a crimson red lipstick followed the form of a heart like the lips of the evil queen of hearts was painted on his lips.
He looked awful!
But his manly charms were still hard to ignore, which only added to his ridiculous appearance, which stung the eyes.
