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The ward fell in utter silence and all three people gawked at Kyson in the skirt.

Kyson lowered his head awkwardly and smoothed his long hair.

“Am I that ugly?” he muttered.

The truth was that they were amazed.

“Gee! You’re so pretty!” Destinee exclaimed as she rushed over to hug him.

“Kyson, you’re so adorable in a skirt.

You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen! I want to give you a kiss!”

Sonny said, “Good for you.

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Colby looked away, pretending to be indifferent.

“Not bad, though not quite up to my expectation.

”

In terms of appearance, Kyson wasn’t the manly type to begin with.

He had delicate and gentle features, plus he was quite good-looking.

With the long hair wig, he looked even prettier.

When he fluttered his long eyelashes, he Looked exceptionally charming.

The skirt fitted him well, too.

But just like Sonny, he was a bit tall and beefy.

If one only looked at his face, he was no different from a pretty lady.

With blush and lipstick, he would be more beautiful.

Destinee was so amazed that she even forgot to take photos.

She cupped his cheeks and kissed him non-stop, exclaiming, “Gosh! Kyson, you’re so gorgeous.

If you really were a girl, there would be countless men lining up for you!”

Sonny coughed awkwardly and reminded the little girl, “Take photos of him now! Tell him to pose!”

With Sonny’s reminder, Destinee swiftly jumped off Kyson, grabbed the nearby phone, and began snapping pictures.

“That’s perfect! Hold that pose! Kyson, a little higher with your hand! And arch your back a bit.

Oh wow, you look stunning.

I’m going to take some great shots of you! Awesome! Let’s go for ten more!”

Kyson was at a loss for words.

Dressing in women’s clothes was one thing, but being made to pose for photos was pure agony.

He stood there rigidly, like a robot lacking any self-awareness, following Destinee’s commands to raise his hands, lift his feet, and smile.

Sonny sat casually by Colby’s bedside, his hands clasped, amusedly observing the spectacle.

Despite having endured a similar photo shoot ordeal just moments before, the sight of Kyson’s distressed face made Sonny burst into laughter, relishing in Kyson’s misery.

But before he could enjoy the scene for more than a couple of minutes, Destinee called out to him, “Uncle Sonny, come here.

I want a group shot.

A photo of two handsome guys in maid outfits will be incredible!”

Sonny was clearly reluctant.

His expression soured.

“How can I match his beauty? Just focus on him, alright? Why do we need a group shot? If I’m in the picture, it won’t look as good.

That wouldn’t be ideal, would it?”

Destinee pursed her lips, her gaze full of grievance as she stared at him.