Behind her, Shen Zhilie was holding her firmly, leaning against her ear and watching the clay in front of him changing gradually.
Ye Qianqian glanced sideways and saw Shen Zhilie half-bending over with a serious expression.
It was as if the person who was pressing against her with a hot bulge from behind at this moment was not him.
Ye Qianqian's face turned red instantly.
After struggling for a while, he growled, "Get out of here, you pervert!"
"Be quiet." Shen Zhilie's eyes were still on the clay in front of him, "It's going to break soon."
"You... let go." Ye Qianqian glared at him. "I just remembered the classic scene from Ghost. Damn, such a romantic plot is wasted. Get out of here!"
Shen Zhilie felt even more uncomfortable and held her back, saying, "Don't do that. There are people next to us. It would be embarrassing if they saw us. Just for a moment."
"you… "
"What are the classic scenes in Ghost?"
She didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Ye Qianqian felt as if everyone around her was looking at her.
After looking around, it seemed like there was nothing there.
At this point, Ye Qianqian had no choice but to turn back with a red face. She looked at the clay and twisted her body uncomfortably. She said, "Isn't it just a plot about playing with clay? The hero and the heroine were in love, but just when they were about to get married, the hero was killed. The heroine was heartbroken. At this time, the hero's good friend took advantage of the situation, but his motives were not pure. Later it was discovered that the hero's death was planned by his good friend in order to steal something from the bank."
"Good brother pursuing the heroine?"
"Well, but it has a purpose."
“Then why is the clay-kneading scene such a classic?”
"Because they love each other so much, even if they are just quietly kneading clay together, they can resonate with each other in their souls. That kind of spiritual intersection is pure and supreme."
"oh… "
"It's a very romantic plot, it wouldn't be so vulgar as you are!" Ye Qianqian said this in a low voice, "Move aside, I feel uncomfortable."
Shen Zhilie refused and whispered, "Which country's movie is this from?"
"America, haven't you seen such a classic movie?"
"I've heard of it, but I'm not interested in watching romance movies." Shen Zhilie clenched her hand, and soon the shape he had just formed collapsed into a ball. "Do you know why this scene in the movie is a classic?"
"Because it was put into a classic movie, it became a classic." Ye Qianqian said as a matter of course.
Shen Zhilie chuckled, "Yes, but I think there is another understanding."
"What?"
"In the United States, clay is called Clay, but Clay has another meaning."
Ye Qianqian’s English is not very good, but she still knows what this word means.
He blinked and asked, "Body?"
"Yeah." Shen Zhilie covered her hands with both hands, and slowly pushed the clay back, spreading it out in circles. "Do they also play with clay like this?"
Ye Qianqian suddenly felt a little evil. Looking at the clay, she couldn't help but think of the word "flesh".
"In the movie, they're playing with Clay, which is very explicit, veiled and obscene."
Ye Qianqian's face became even hotter, "You..."
"So, you think I'm just playing with clay now?"
Ye Qianqian's face was red as blood, and she said in a low voice: "You damned rascal, you pervert, you... are too lewd!"
Someone mentioned the age difference between Luo Ran and Shen Zhilie: I have said before that Shen Zhilie is a very smart person who skipped grades in succession.
(End of this chapter)