The 99th Divorce

Chapter 1720: Comedy, Tragedy

“You’re maligning me! Wasn’t that the message the film was trying to convey?” The corners of Shen Zhilie’s lips lifted in a smile. He was clearly satisfied with himself.

As he spoke, Ye Qianqian could feel the hardness prodding her from behind. Not only had it not gone down, but it had also grown to even more embarrassing proportions.

Shen Zhilie rested his hands atop hers, slowly entwining his fingers with hers. He mischievously continued playing with the clay that was constantly rotating on the pottery machine.

The shape of the clay kept changing, and it looked horrible.

At the same time, Ye Qianqian found that this scene they presented carried some indescribable pornographic undertones.

Damn it! I’ve brainwashed!

Ye Qianqian squirmed for a moment. “Let go of me! Move away!”

“I’m actually quite curious.” Shen Zhilie suddenly changed the topic. “In the movie that you watched, what did they do after they played with the clay?”

What did they do...

Ye Qianqian knew that after teasing each other, the couple had started kissing.

Two pairs of clay-covered hands had entwined together as the two lovers held each other tightly and kissed. It was a beautiful and romantic picture.

Following that, the screen faded to black...

In the past, Ye Qianqian had thought that such a love would be perfect. Now that the same scene was happening to her, she found the emotions were no longer the same.

At the thought that the couple had proceeded to engage in activities that were not appropriate for television, Ye Qianqian could feel her face heat up.

She nudged Shen Zhilie and replied, “What business of that is yours? If you really want to find out, watch the show! Right now... I’m in a lot of discomfort!”

Shen Zhilie finally put some space between them, but his body was feeling strained to the point of pain. “I’m going to the bathroom,” he said.

Ye Qianqian was speechless.

What was he up to now? Could it be to...

Ew... That was disgusting.

Shen Zhilie caught the expression of disdain on Ye Qianqian’s face and knew immediately what she had been thinking. Feeling unjustly accused, he said, “The bathroom’s just behind us. I’ll be right back.”

“Alright.” The disdainful expression remained on Ye Qianqian’s face as she continued playing with the clay.

After a few minutes, Shen Zhilie walked back out.

There were beads of water on his face. He looked flushed.

Ye Qianqian glanced at him and said, “I’ll continue on my own. You should take a break.”

“What are you trying to make?”

“Um... I want to make a basin.”

Shen Zhilie snorted with incredulity. “Isn’t a cup a more popular option? Why are you making a basin? Moreover, this clay is so small. How are you going to mold it into a basin?”

“Well, there are many different kinds of basins.” Ye Qianqian continued to focus on her clay work. She thinned the walls of her basin and pulled it up into a cylindrical shape. “Most people choose to make cups, but I’m not like most people. Cups are associated with tragedy. I want a comedy.”

“A comedy with wash ware?” Shen Zhilie sized up the clay for a while. After a moment, he turned to walk away and said, “Wait for a minute.”

Ye Qianqian stuck her neck out to look, but Shen Zhilie had disappeared. She had no idea what he was up to.

After some time, Shen Zhilie reappeared. In his hand was a basin. Inside it was a sizable amount of clay.

Ye Qianqian’s eyes lit up. “How big do you want the basin to be?”

“It has to be big enough to at least wash a face. With the current amount you have, it won’t even be big enough to hold soup.”

Shen Zhilie added the newly acquired clay into the mix and began to conscientiously mold it.

They were amateurs and just there for some fun. With much effort, they finally managed to shape the clay into something remotely resembling a basin. With much anticipation, they took it to the kiln.

Alas, it was not meant to be. The basin was too big to fit inside the kiln.

When Ye Qianqian heard that, her disappointment was evident on her face. She looked toward Shen Zhilie.

Shen Zhilie looked back at her helplessly and shrugged his shoulders. “Oh well. That’s too bad. Let’s just make something else.”