Behind him, Shen Zhilie was holding her steadily, staring at the gradually changing clay in front of him with his ears in his ears.

Ye Qianqian looked at him sideways, and Shen Zhilie was leaning over halfway, with a very serious expression.

It was as if the person who was pushing her with a scorching bulge behind her was not him.

Ye Qianqian's face turned red in an instant.

He struggled for a while and shouted: "Get out of here, die of pervert!"

"Be quiet." Shen Zhilie's eyes were still on the clay in front of him, "It's going to break down later."

"You... let go." Ye Qianqian glared at him, "I just remembered the classic plot of "The Love of Man and Ghost". Damn it, I wasted such a romantic plot, get out of here!"

Shen Zhilie felt even more uncomfortable and held her back, saying, "Don't, there is someone next to her. If you see it, you'll be even more embarrassed."

"you……"

"What classic plot in "The Love of Man and Ghost"?"

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Ye Qianqian seemed to feel that everyone around her was looking at this side.

After looking around, it seemed that there was no one.

At this point, Ye Qianqian had to turn back with a blushing face, look at the clay and twist it a little, and said, "Isn't it just a scene of playing with clay? The male protagonist and the female protagonist are in love, but just when they are about to get married, the male protagonist was killed and the female protagonist was heartbroken. At this time, the male protagonist's good friend took advantage of the situation, but his motive was not pure. Later, it turned out that the male protagonist's death was planned by the good brothers, just to steal something from the bank."

"Good brothers pursue the heroine?"

"Well, it's just a purpose."

"Then why is the plot of pinching clay classic?"

"Because they love each other very much, even if they just pinch clay quietly together, they can resonate with souls, and that kind of spiritual intersection is pure and supreme."

"oh……"

"A very romantic plot is not as vulgar as you!" Ye Qianqian said in a low voice, "You get out of here, I feel uncomfortable."

Shen Zhilie refused to let him go and whispered: "Which country's movie is this?"

"America, have you never seen such a classic movie?"

"I've heard of it, but I'm not interested in watching romance movies." Shen Zhilie held her hands tightly, and soon the shape he had just pinched up suddenly collapsed and became a ball. "Do you know why this plot of this movie is classic?"

"Because it was placed in a classic movie, it became a classic." Ye Qianqian took it for granted.

Shen Zhilie chuckled, "Yes, but I think there is another understanding."

"What?"

"In the United States, clay is y, but y has another meaning."

Ye Qianxi is not good at genius, but she still knows what this word means.

He blinked and asked, "Flesh?"

"Yes." Shen Zhilie covered her hands with both hands, slowly pushed the clay away again, and slowly fainted in circles, "Are they playing with clay like this?"

Ye Qianqian suddenly felt a little evil. Looking at the clay, she couldn't help but overlap with the words "body".

"In the movie, they are playing with y, which can be said to be very straightforward and bold, obscure and filthy."

Ye Qianqian's face burned even more, "You..."

"So, do you think I'm just playing with clay right now?"
Chapter completed!