"Don't accuse me, isn't this what the movie is about?" Shen Zhilie had a smile on his lips, with a hint of success.
As she said this, Ye Qianqian could still clearly feel that the hardness behind her had not diminished at all, which made her even more embarrassed.
Shen Zhilie placed his hands on hers, pressing his ten fingers between her fingers, and wantonly played with the clay that was constantly spinning on the pottery machine.
The shape is constantly changing and looks a bit horrible.
But at the same time, Ye Qianqian felt that this scene had an indescribable excitement...
Bastard, you're brainwashed!
Ye Qianqian moved a little, "Let go, move aside!"
"I'm actually quite curious." Shen Zhilie suddenly changed the subject, "In the movie you watched, after they played with Clay, what did they do?"
What did you do...
Ye Qianqian knew it especially clearly, because right after they flirted with each other, they kissed each other.
Two pairs of hands covered in mud intertwined and clasped together, the two people embraced and kissed, the picture was beautiful and romantic.
Then, the screen went black...
I used to think this kind of love was very beautiful, but when it came to myself, Ye Qianqian couldn’t feel it at all.
Thinking that they might do something unspeakable next, Ye Qianqian's cheeks became hot.
He moved Shen Zhilie and said, "What does it have to do with you? If you want to know yourself, go and see. Now... I feel so uncomfortable."
Shen Zhilie finally moved aside a little, his body tense and uncomfortable, "I'm going to the bathroom."
Ye Qianqian: “…”
What are you going to do? Is it...
Eh... so disgusting.
Shen Zhilie saw Ye Qianqian's disgusted expression and immediately seemed to know what she was thinking. Feeling a little wronged, he said, "The bathroom is at the back. I'll be out soon."
"Oh." Ye Qianqian still had a look of disgust on her face, and then she started playing with the clay herself.
After only a few minutes, Shen Zhilie came out.
There were beads of water on her face and her cheeks were flushed.
Ye Qianqian only took a glance and said, "I'll do it myself. You go and take a rest."
"What do you want to accomplish?"
"Hmm... I want to make it into a basin."
Shen Zhilie burst out laughing, "Don't most people make cups? Why did you make a basin? And this one is so small, how can you make a basin?"
"There are many kinds of basins," Ye Qianqian worked attentively, thinning the basin wall and pushing it up. "Most people make cups, but I'm not ordinary. Cups represent tragedy, and I want to make a comedy."
"Washing utensils?" Shen Zhilie looked at it carefully, thought about it, turned around and left, "Wait a moment."
Ye Qianqian looked over and saw that Shen Zhilie had gone somewhere and soon disappeared.
After a long while, Shen Zhilie reappeared, holding a basin in his hand, which contained another large amount of clay.
Ye Qianqian's eyes lit up. "How big a basin do you want it to be?"
"At least it's a washbasin. With the dirt you have, it's not even enough for soup."
Shen Zhilie added the soil he had just prepared and began to serve him carefully.
Both of them were just there to have fun and were not professionals at all. After a lot of effort they managed to make something that looked like a washbasin and they took it to burn it with great anticipation.
But the joy turned into sorrow because the pot was too big to fit into the oven.
When Ye Qianqian heard this, her face was full of disappointment and she looked at Shen Zhilie.
Shen Zhilie looked helpless and shrugged, "There's nothing we can do. Let's just do something else."
(End of this chapter)