บท 174: Don't Touch Me!

Seeing the thick makeup on Wei Zhijuan's face, which could not be washed off no matter how much water was used, Xian Yijun couldn't bear to watch it anymore. 

Wei Zhijuan curled up in the bathtub and hugged her shoulders pitifully. Her eyes were so dark that it was frightening, and the combination of seven or eight colors on her face could scare someone to death.

Xian Yijun heaved a long sigh. "Look at your condition now. With your appearance, how did those hoodlum boys manage to catch you earlier? The lighting in this bar is not enough to dazzle people until they would drug you."

He couldn't bear to look at her miserable face anymore, so he casually took a disposable facial cleanser and tossed it to her. "Wash your face!"

Wei Zhijuan curled up in the bathtub with cold water all over her body. It was only when she was immersed in it did she felt the heat in her body was suppressed a little.