Chapter 1714
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Behind her, Shen Zhilie was pressing himself firmly against her. He leaned close to her ear and watched the gradually changing clay in front of him.
Ye Qianqian glanced sideways. Shen Zhilie was leaning forward with a very serious expression on his face.
It was as if he wasn't the one pressing a hot bulge against her at that very moment.
Ye Qianqian's face instantly turned red.
After struggling for a moment, she growled, "Get lost, you pervert!"
"Be quiet." Shen Zhilie's gaze was still on the clay in front of him. "It's going to spoil soon."
"You … let go." Ye Qianqian glared at him. "To think that I just thought of a classic scene from Ghost. What a waste of such a romantic plot. Get out of my way!" Ye Qianqian said.
Shen Zhilie felt even more uncomfortable. He pressed her against him and said, "Don't. There are people around. If they see us, it'll be even more embarrassing. Just for a moment."
"You …"
"What's the classic scene in Ghost?"
Ye Qianqian didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt as if everyone around them was looking in her direction.
She looked around, but it didn't seem to be there.
At this point, Ye Qianqian had no choice but to turn her head back with a red face. She looked at the clay and twisted it uncomfortably. She said, "Isn't it just a scene where we play with clay? The male lead and the female lead are in love, but just as they are about to get married, the male lead is killed. The female lead is heartbroken. At that moment, the male lead's good friend takes advantage of the situation, but his motive is not pure. Later, it is discovered that the male lead's death was planned by the good friend.
"The good friend pursues the female lead?"
"Yes, but he has a motive."
"Then why is the clay scene a classic?"
"Because they love each other very much. Even if it's just quietly kneading clay together, there is a resonance in their souls. That kind of spiritual connection is pure and supreme."
"Oh …"
"It's a very romantic plot. It's not as wretched as you!" Ye Qianqian said this in a low voice. "Move away. I'm uncomfortable."
Shen Zhilie didn't budge. He asked in a low voice, "Which country is this movie from?"
"America. Haven't you seen such a classic movie?"
"Yes, but I'm not interested in romance movies." Shen Zhilie tightened his grip on her hand. Very quickly, her hand crumbled into a ball. "Do you know why this scene in the movie is such a classic?"
"Because it was placed in a classic movie, it became a classic," Ye Qianqian said matter-of-factly.
Shen Zhilie chuckled. "Yes, but I think there's another explanation."
"What?"
"In the United States, clay is called clay, but clay has another meaning."
Ye Qianqian's English wasn't very good, but she still knew what the word meant.
Blinking his eyes, he asked, "Body?"
"Yes." Shen Zhilie covered her hands with both of his and slowly pushed the clay away. Round by round, he asked, "Do they play with clay like this too?"
Ye Qianqian suddenly felt a little evil. As she looked at the clay, she couldn't help but associate it with the word "flesh."
"In the movie, they're playing with clay. This is very straightforward and bold. It's ambiguous and dirty."
Ye Qianqian's face burned even hotter. "You …"
"So, you think I'm just playing with clay now?"
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