Chapter 1715
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"Don't accuse me wrongly. Isn't that what the movie is trying to express?" Shen Zhilie's lips curled up in a smile. He seemed to have gotten what he wanted.
As she spoke, Ye Qianqian could clearly feel the hardness behind her back not diminishing in the slightest. Instead, it made her feel even more embarrassed.
Shen Zhilie placed his hands on top of hers. His fingers pressed against the gaps between her fingers as he wantonly played with the clay that was constantly spinning on the ceramic machine.
Its shape was constantly changing, and it looked terrible.
But at the same time, Ye Qianqian felt that such a scene had an indescribable desire …
Bastard, you've been brainwashed!
Ye Qianqian moved a little. "Let go! Move away!"
"I'm quite curious." Shen Zhilie suddenly changed the topic. "In the movie you watched, what did they do after they finished playing with clay?"
What did he do …
Ye Qianqian knew that after they teased each other, they kissed.
Two pairs of muddy hands intertwined with each other as they kissed. The scene was beautiful and romantic.
Then, the screen went black …
Ye Qianqian used to think that this kind of love was wonderful, but when it came to herself, she couldn't feel it anymore.
Ye Qianqian's face heated up at the thought that they might have done something indescribable after that.
She nudged Shen Zhilie and said, "It's none of your business. If you want to know, go and see for yourself. Right now … I feel terrible."
Shen Zhilie finally stepped aside. His body was so tense that it was uncomfortable. "I'm going to the bathroom."
Ye Qianqian was speechless.
What was he going there for? Could it be …
Eh … so disgusting.
When Shen Zhilie saw the look of disgust on Ye Qianqian's face, he immediately knew what she was thinking. He felt wronged and said, "The bathroom is just behind. I'll be out soon."
"Oh." Ye Qianqian still had a look of disdain on her face as she continued to play with the clay.
After a few minutes, Shen Zhilie walked out.
There were beads of water on her face, and her cheeks were red.
Ye Qianqian glanced at it and replied, "I'll do it myself. You should get some rest."
"What do you want to do?"
"Hmm … I want to make it into a bowl."
Shen Zhilie burst out laughing. "Don't most people make cups? How did you make it into a basin? And it's so small, how are you going to make a basin? "
"There are many different types of pots," Ye Qianqian said, concentrating on her work. She thinned the walls of the pot and pushed it higher. "Most people make cups, but I'm different. Cups are a tragedy. I want to make a comedy."
"Washing utensils?" Shen Zhilie looked at it carefully. After a moment's thought, he turned to leave. "Wait a moment."
Ye Qianqian craned her neck to look, but Shen Zhilie was nowhere to be seen.
After a while, Shen Zhilie reappeared with a basin in his hand. It was filled with a sizable amount of clay.
Ye Qianqian's eyes lit up. "How big do you want to make the basin?"
"It should at least be a washbasin. With that bit of dirt you have, it's not even enough to drink soup."
Shen Zhilie added the clay he had just prepared into the pot and began to serve it earnestly.
Both of them were just here to play and were not professionals at all. After much difficulty, they finally made something that looked like a washbasin. Full of anticipation, they took the washbasin to burn.
However, extreme joy turned to sorrow. Because the basin was too big, it couldn't fit into the oven.
When Ye Qianqian heard this, her face was filled with disappointment. She looked at Shen Zhilie.
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