Such a Lecher!
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Behind her, Shen Zhilie stayed firmly in place. He moved closer to her ear and stared earnestly at the lump of clay as it slowly took shape.
Ye Qianqian turned her face toward him and saw that he was bent forward slightly. His expression was one of concentration.
It was almost as if the man standing behind her with a hot rod poking against her wasn't him.
Ye Qianqian's face became a crimson color.
She struggled a little and lowered her voice. "Go away, you damn pervert!"
"Keep quiet." Shen Zhilie's eyes stayed on the mound of clay in front of them. "The clay will get ruined."
"Let go of me." Ye Qianqian glared at him. "To think that I was actually recalling a classic scene from 'Ghost' in my head. Damn it! You ruined a perfect moment for me! Get off me now!"
Shen Zhilie held her back in discomfort and protested, "Don't do that! There are people around us. It'll be so embarrassing if they notice it. Just give me a moment."