Without Protection

With no other option, Ye Qianqian was about to remold her clay. However, inspiration suddenly struck.

She added water to the basin and broke it into two.

"Come and help me!"

Ye Qianqian called out to Shen Zhilie.

Although Ye Qianqian was usually boisterous and seemingly reckless, when the situation called for it, she could be serious and focused.

With both eyes staring intently at the clay as she kneaded and shaped it, Ye Qianqian soon produced a new sculpture. From the looks of it, it was in the form of a human.

Ye Qianqian deliberately flattened the piece of clay and stuck it to the top as hair. The hair was short. The clay doll looked like a man.