What's the use of hitting him?
Qiao Xi murmured in her heart and simply closed her eyes.
"Then you do it!"
Shen Dang was amused by her expression, "Xi Bao, you don't have to look like you're facing death."
Qiao Xi opened her eyes and glared at him.
It was because he had never done this before.
She didn't even know if the task arranged by the show crew was to test the male guests or to trouble the female guests.
Shen Dang gently patted her head, "Alright, close your eyes."
Qiao Xi closed her eyes again.
With one hand holding her chin and the other holding a wet wipe, Shen Dang slowly wiped her face.
He didn't dare to use force.
Qiao Xi's skin was as white as a peeled egg, hardly any different from when she wore makeup.
This made Shen Dang wonder if she had put on any makeup at all.
But she had definitely put on makeup that morning.
Qiao Xi said, "You can use a bit more force."
"I'm afraid it'll hurt."
"It won't."
