"Don't blame me for this. Isn't this what this movie means?" Shen Zhilie smiled at the corner of his lips, with a sense of success.

As he said this, Ye Qianqian could clearly feel that the hardness behind her had not subsided at all, which made her even more embarrassing.

Shen Zhilie put his hands on her hands, pressing against her fingers, playing with the clay that was constantly rotating on the ceramic machine.

The changing shapes look a bit terrible.

But at the same time, Ye Qianqian felt that such a picture was indescribable...

Bastard, brainwashed!

Ye Qianqian moved for a moment, "Let go, get out of here!"

"I'm quite curious." Shen Zhilie suddenly changed the subject, "What did they do after they finished playing y?"

What did you do...

Ye Qianqian knew very well that just after they teased each other, they kissed each other.

Two pairs of hands covered with mud are intertwined and tightly clasped each other. The two kiss each other with their necks, and the picture is beautiful and romantic.

Then, the picture went dark...

I used to think that such love was very beautiful, but when I put it on myself, Ye Qianqian couldn't feel it.

Thinking that they might have done something indescribable next, Ye Qianqian's cheeks became hot.

He moved Shen Zhilie and said, "What's your business? You want to know to see it yourself. Now... I feel so uncomfortable."

Shen Zhilie finally let go a little, his body tense and uncomfortable, "I'll go to the bathroom."

Ye Qianqian: "..."

What are you doing? Is it...

Hey... so disgusting.

Shen Zhilie saw Ye Qianqian's disgust, and when he looked like he knew what she was thinking, he felt a little wronged and said, "The bathroom is right behind, I'll come out soon."

"Oh." Ye Qianqian still looked disgusted, and then started playing with clay herself.

After only a few minutes, Shen Zhilie walked out.

There are water droplets on his face and his cheeks are red.

Ye Qianxi only glanced at it and said, "I'll do it myself, you go and have a rest."

"What do you want to do?"

"Well... I want to make a basin."

Shen Zhilie burst out with a thunderous laugh, "Don't ordinary people make cups? Why do you make basins? And this one is so small, how do you make basins?"

"There are many kinds of basins," Ye Qianxi focused on doing it, thinning the wall of the basin and pushing it up. "I am not ordinary people making cups. Cups are a tragedy, and I want to make a comedy."

"Wash the utensil?" Shen Zhilie looked at it carefully, thought for a while, turned around and left, "You can wait a moment."

Ye Qianqian looked over and saw that Shen Zhilie didn't know what to do, and soon disappeared.

After a while, Shen Zhilie reappeared, holding a basin in his hand, which contained another large portion of clay.

Ye Qianqian's eyes lit up, "How big a basin do you want to make?"

"At least it's a washbasin. It's not enough for your little soil to drink soup."

Shen Zhilie added the newly trained soil and served it seriously.

Both of them were just here to play, and they were not professional at all. They finally made something like a washbasin and took it to burn it with anticipation.

But extreme happiness leads to sadness, because the basin is too big and cannot enter the oven.

When Ye Qianqian heard this, her face was full of disappointment and looked at Shen Zhilie.
Chapter completed!