When Fu Lian and Wen Baozhu arrived, the pottery class had just started not long ago.
The homeroom teacher said there were pottery wheels and clay in the next classroom. If they were interested, they could also have a try.
Wen Baozhu was worried that Fu Lian would dislike the dirtiness of the clay and was about to shake her head and decline. But Fu Lian agreed before she could.
At first, Wen Baozhu was wondering if a pottery teacher would come to teach them. To her surprise, Fu Lian actually knew this craft.
"Never played with it before?"
Wen Baozhu shook her head. "I just played with mud in front of the door after it rained when I was a kid."
Fu Lian undid his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong and muscular arms.
Wen Baozhu asked, "Mr. Fu knows pottery?"
"Just a little."
He sat down, kneaded the prepared clay into a ball, then threw the clay ball onto the center of the turntable. After that, he stepped on the pedal while holding the clay with both hands. Under the rotation, it formed a cone.
Fu Lian's hands were steady and his movements were very skilled. Not a single speck of clay splashed onto his clothes.
Wen Baozhu was extremely surprised.
She never thought that Fu Lian would also have outstanding talent in this aspect. He could even play with mud so elegantly.
His fingers were long and strong. As he pressed and kneaded the clay ball, the veins on the back of his hand stood out. An originally irregular clay ball was completely obedient in his hands, allowing him to pull, knead and tug at will.
Thinking of those nights, Fu Lian's big hands were also so meticulous, igniting and provoking the flames within her until the peak...
"What are you standing there for? Come and have a try." Fu Lian had already finished shaping the clay embryo and beckoned Wen Baozhu to sit down and have a go.
Wen Baozhu came back to her senses, obediently sat on the low stool opposite him, rolled up her sleeves too, and looked up at Fu Lian, waiting for his next instruction.
Fu Lian asked, "What do you want to make?"
Wen Baozhu asked sincerely, "What's relatively easy?"
Actually, she didn't have too many expectations. As a beginner, she didn't expect to create something earth - shattering. It would be good to make the simplest thing.
Fu Lian was amused by her simplicity and straightforwardness. He stifled a laugh, coughed once and said seriously, "A cup or a bowl is relatively easy."
"Then I'll make a cup." Wen Baozhu said seriously, "The medicine Aunt Jiang boils for me tastes terrible every time. If I drink it from a cup I made myself, it will go down easier."
Fu Lian looked at her face and his smile faded a little.
He continued, "Press the clay ball firmly with both hands. Don't step on the pedal too fast. After you get familiar with the shape, gently press your fingers inward to form the inside of the cup."
Wen Baozhu started to try according to his instructions. She exerted force carefully, worried about making mistakes, and concentrated extremely hard, holding her breath.
Fu Lian observed Wen Baozhu's expression. He just thought she was extremely cute when she was serious. "Then you can speed up a bit. Use your thumb to support the inside. Be careful not to let the clay ball tilt..."
As the speed increased, Wen Baozhu began to get flustered. The clay ball was no longer as obedient as before and started to spin randomly on the turntable.
To prevent the clay from splashing on both of them, Fu Lian quickly reached out his hand and covered the back of Wen Baozhu's hand to control the clay ball.
With his intervention, the clay ball became obedient again. The mud washed over their fingers, and their body temperatures were exchanged.
He was very close to Wen Baozhu. The fresh mint fragrance with a hint of floral notes wafted into his breath.
Wen Baozhu felt it was a bit too intimate and couldn't help lowering her gaze.
The turntable didn't stop, and the man's look at her gradually became deeper.
"Baozhu, look at me."
"Huh?" Wen Baozhu looked up.
Their eyes met in an instant. The aggressive and pure gazes merged, like the thick black staining the pure white.
Neither of them said another word.
In the small classroom, there was a peaceful tranquility.
Wen Baozhu felt a bit uncomfortable. Instinctively, she was about to look away. "Mr. Fu..."
Fu Lian suddenly leaned over and kissed her.
Wen Baozhu immediately released the pedal. Her eyes uncontrollably widened as she looked at the man's face suddenly approaching.
The kiss became deeper. Fu Lian felt the sticky discomfort on his hands. His mild cleanliness - obsession made him unable to bear it any longer, so he briefly released her and said hoarsely, "Go and wash your hands."
Wen Baozhu's heart immediately raced. She responded softly. Just as she got up from the chair, she froze in shock when she saw the person standing at the classroom door.
Zhou You, standing at the door with her arms crossed, looked at the two of them like a little adult and shouted without hesitation, "If you want to date, go somewhere else! This is a kindergarten!"
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Wen Baozhu felt a bit embarrassed that their kiss had been caught by a child.
Fu Lian didn't react much. He acted very naturally, walked to the sink, and washed the mud off his fingers.
After washing, he even beckoned Wen Baozhu to come over and wash her hands too.
It was originally an embarrassing situation, but because Fu Lian was so calm, the atmosphere gradually calmed down.
Fu Lian walked up to Zhou You, bent down slightly, and said, "What did I teach you before? Shouldn't you greet people first when you see them?"
Zhou You pouted. It was obvious that she wasn't very willing, but she still obediently did as she was told. "Hello, Uncle Fu."
"And her. Call her Miss Wen."
When Zhou You saw clearly that it was Wen Baozhu, she was completely unwilling to greet her.
"Zoey, be polite." Fu Lian repeated in a deep voice.
Wen Baozhu quickly walked over to stop him. "It's okay. Don't force her to do something she doesn't want to do."
Zhou You was a bit surprised and couldn't help but look at Wen Baozhu again.
Wen Baozhu said, "Mr. Fu, can I talk to Zhou You alone for a while?"
Fu Lian had originally agreed to help her make a connection. Just then, his phone rang. So he held his phone and walked outside.
The two of them were left in the classroom.
Wen Baozhu walked up to Zhou You, squatted down as before, and looked her in the eye. "Zhou You, my name is Wen Baozhu."
Zhou You turned her head away. "I'm not interested in your name."
The little girl had quite a temper.
Wen Baozhu still had a lot of patience. She smiled. "I know. I did something wrong before. I blamed you without verifying the facts. It was my assumption."
She stared into Zhou You's eyes and said in a very solemn tone, "I apologize for what I did last time. You were just trying to uphold justice, but I misunderstood you as bullying your classmates. I'm sorry."
After saying that, she took out a small box from her pocket and held it in front of Zhou You. "This is the apology gift I prepared. I hope you can accept it."
Inside was a blue shell hairpin, which matched Zhou You's light - blue angora sweater very well.
Zhou You was surprised by her series of apology actions and never thought that she would even prepare a gift for her.
She was only eight years old, an age when everyone regarded her as a child. But Wen Baozhu didn't do that. Instead, she apologized to her seriously.
This feeling of being valued made Zhou You feel very satisfied.
But she still had a tsundere personality. In fact, she had already forgiven Wen Baozhu mostly in her heart, but on the surface, she still looked non -chalant.
"Then put it on for me."