#Chapter18
/"Jericho, what are you?/" Vivian asked.
/"Currently, I'm a makeup artist./" He pressed the thread on her eyebrows.
/"No, I mean——/" Vivian shouted as he plucked out the hair.
/"I'm dying!/" She shouted as tears dropped from her eyes.
/"Is it the first time you're getting your eyebrows done?/" He asked but she had lost her sanity due to all the pain.
/"Zero pain tolerance/" He smirked.
/"I have a lot of pain tolerance—— I don't need to hear that from you./" She said.
he gave an evil smile and threw away the thread.
/"Fine then. I'll wax it. We've got two hours till shoot. I should be done by then./" He looked into his watch.
/"Wax?/" She said as he applied a hot, sticky, yellow fluid on her hands. He gave her a handkerchief.
/"Stuff it in your mouth./" He said.
/"Why?/"
/"Just do it/" She did as told while he pressed a tissue like paper over her hands. /"Take deep breaths/"
