Huo Jingchen sneered and said in a low voice, "I haven't even slept with you, how can I not be human? "
"Shut up, " Zhao Siqing reached out to grab the clay and interrupted him softly.
The rotary table started to spin quickly, and the clay gradually formed a neat outline along with the curve of her palm.
Huo Jingchen's gaze fell on her soft little hand. Seeing that she was so focused, he couldn't help but feel a hint of jealousy.
He put his big hand on the back of her hand and gently wrapped it around her little hand, feeling the changes in the clay together.
Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes slightly and said softly, "Huo Jingchen, you don't have to be so close to me. "
He was hugging her from behind. Not counting the fact that his chest was on her back, his handsome face was almost touching hers as well. His posture was so intimate that Zhao Siqing's entire body was a little stiff.
Huo Jingchen hugged her somewhat greedily and said softly, "you smell so good. "
His voice was low and flirtatious, causing Zhao Siqing's breathing to become a little chaotic. She could not help but feel nervous.
She lowered her eyes and said softly, "be more serious. "
Huo Jingchen curled his lips. He was afraid that he would anger her, so he did not tease her anymore.
At this moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from her fingertips. Zhao Siqing screamed and quickly withdrew her hand.
A few drops of bright red blood oozed out from her fingertips, and a few drops fell on the clay in front of her.
Huo Jingchen furrowed his brows and pulled her wrist. He got up and took a bottle of mineral water to wash her fingers clean. Immediately, a one-centimeter-wide hole was revealed, and it was clearly visible on her fingertips.
Zhao Siqing turned her head to look, and a little silver light was revealed in the clay.
Huo Jingchen picked up the shovel and cut open the clay. A cold blade appeared. It was thin and Sharp, and it hurt just by looking at it.
Huo Jingchen's face darkened. Zhao Siqing said softly, "it's okay. It's just a small cut. It'll be fine in a few days. "
The blood on her fingertip had just been washed clean by the water. In the blink of an eye, more blood seeped out. It was obvious that the cut was very deep.
Before Zhao Siqing could say anything, Huo Jingchen pinched her index finger to his mouth and lowered his head to hold it.
Zhao Siqing was stunned. She looked at him in a daze. Her mind was blank and she forgot to react.
The tip of her soft tongue brushed past her fingertips. It was itchy and slightly moist, as if there was an electric current flowing through her fingertips.
Zhao Siqing came back to her senses. Her fair little face was turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"You... you... let go of me! " Zhao Siqing was a little anxious ...
Huo Jingchen let go of her and laughed softly. "Stop the bleeding. "
Zhao Siqing pulled her hand back and glared at him fiercely. "BELIEVE YOUR ASS! "!
Huo Jingchen smiled, took his clothes, grabbed her injured wrist, and walked towards the shopping mall.
Zhao Siqing looked at the newly formed clay with a little reluctance, and in her heart, she greeted Gu Anhui's ancestors.
Just now, besides her and Huo Jingchen, only Gu Anhui had come.
She couldn't think of anyone else but this woman!
She was really patient, but this method was too vicious.
When they reached downstairs, the mall was full of people, and Zhao Siqing felt dizzy.
Huo Jingchen frowned. Seeing that her forehead was covered in a layer of sweat, he took her to a rest booth and said in a deep voice, "don't run around. Wait for me here, I'll go buy a band-aid. "
"No need, it's okay... "
Before Zhao Siqing could finish her words, he had already entered the crowd.
Zhao Siqing looked at her finger. She had to admit that it still hurt a little.