"Fuck you! Are you childish?" Ye Qianqian pushed him away and turned around. "Let's go. The clay classroom is over there."
Ye Qianqian's walking posture was not very natural. Shen Zhilie quickly followed her and took her arm, "Let's go together."
Ye Qianqian glared at him and started looking around.
The purpose of her coming here was very clear, which was clay.
After entering, I found that there were quite a few girls and men who came with their partners.
Ye Qianqian and Shen Zhilie swiped their tickets and walked in, then came to a table that no one had used.
The tables were separated from each other, with partitions blocking the view, so neither could see what she was doing.
It was the first time for Ye Qianqian to play with this thing. She put on an apron, sat down, and looked at the simple tutorial posted on the partition. She quickly got the hang of it.
Shen Zhilie had never played this before, so the two of them kneaded the mud into a ball, leaving their hands covered in grayish-white clay.
"Then what?" Ye Qianqian was a little confused. "How do I turn on this pottery machine?"
"Let me study it..." Shen Zhilie looked around and pressed the switch. Then the pottery machine began to turn slowly.
Finally getting to the point, Ye Qianqian seemed a little excited.
I placed my hands on the clay, watched the marks of my fingers left on it, and saw its shape slowly begin to change. The feeling of happiness was indescribable.
The clay was stretched into a long shape, and then it was pressed into a short and fat man. Ye Qianqian was having a lot of fun.
Shen Zhilie was watching her play. Ye Qianqian glanced at him and said, "Go play at the table next to you. This thing is fun."
"No." Shen Zhilie came forward, his tall body pressed against her back, "Let's play together."
Ye Qianqian's body tensed slightly, and as he pressed against her, her fiery temperature rose instantly.
After looking around, Ye Qianqian felt a little embarrassed and said, "Don't do this. It's not good if others see us."
"Hmm?" Shen Zhilie lowered his head, his warm breath spraying on her neck, "I didn't do anything, why are you afraid of others seeing it?"
As he spoke, he had already reached out and gently placed his hand on Ye Qianqian's.
Both of their hands were dirty and covered with grayish-white clay.
Ye Qianqian looked at the soil that was gradually being squeezed down, and suddenly remembered a plot from a movie she had seen before.
Shen Zhilie pressed closer and closer, and whispered, "Is this your first time playing this?"
His voice softened rarely, and Shen Zhilie's temperament suddenly felt different!
Is this meant to tease her
Ye Qianqian saw through it immediately, but she was actually distracted by Shen Zhilie.
Especially when she felt the question behind her, Ye Qianqian felt even more uncomfortable. She pushed him lightly and said, "Stay away from me. I'm so hot like this!"
Shen Zhilie slightly separated himself, looked at the slowly turning pottery machine, and said, "Come, I'll teach you."
"You can?"
"I've been there with my mom a few times before, and I probably saw how other people played."
Shen Zhilie gently pushed his finger in the middle, and then a dent slowly appeared in the clay.
Ye Qianqian looked over, poked it with her finger, and chuckled, "This thing is simple. I heard that the hard part is cooking it. You have to control the heat and time well, otherwise it will easily crack."
"Let's try it."
Shen Zhilie couldn't help but hold her in his arms, especially when he thought of what happened last night, he felt uncomfortable all over.
The heat surged up, and Ye Qianqian immediately realized that something was wrong.
She tensed up and looked around, a little nervous. She moved slightly, pushed him away a little, and lowered her voice to ask, "Are you... crazy..."
(End of this chapter)