Pushing Down the Male God Strategy

Suddenly hearing her thanks, he really felt a little uncomfortable. He reached out and patted her little head, "Oh, you're still polite to me, fool."

"Let's go, let's put on the aprons, and then I will teach you how to do it." As he said, he ran to the wooden table and picked up the two aprons above.

Even this apron is embroidered with beautiful rose flowers, "Wow, it seems that the people who run this ceramic crafting company really like rose flowers!" There are roses everywhere.

Turning his head to look at Han Junfei, "Feifei, do you know what Qiangwei's flower language is?"

"How would I know this? This is something that you girls like." He is a big man who likes these flowers and plants, and he doesn't feel anything about these things.

Lin Xixi couldn't help but uttered, "It's really a guy with no interest."

"The flower language of the rose flower is love and thoughts of love, vows of love. It is a very beautiful flower, and I like it very much."

After speaking, she stood on tiptoe and put on him a pink rose flower apron. It looked strange, but he was still handsome. Seeing that he wanted to take it off, Lin Xixi pulled his hand and stopped him. He said, "Don't take it off, won't your clothes be soiled by then!"

Han Junfei had to accept his fate and put on a pink apron he had never worn before.

After that, the two also put on the gloves.

When I came to the turntable for making handmade ceramics, I took the reconciled mud and said, "Here, let's start reconciling the mud!"

But looking at the mud in front of him, Han Junfei didn't know where to start.

Lin Xixi looked funny for a while, so she leaned closer to him, "I will teach you, stupid student, haha."

"Am I seeing your weakness now?"

"What kind of weakness is this, I'll let you see what I have, but learning things very fast." He doesn't believe that he can't even pinch a piece of mud.

But the facts proved that even if Lin Xixi showed it to him once, he still hadn't learned it.

Lin Xixi couldn't help but laughed loudly, "Haha, forget it, I'll teach you, this is something you can do after reading it, do you want to know it?"

As he said, he put his hands on his hands and took him to find that feeling together.

When touched by her cold hand, Han Junfei frowned slightly, "Why are your hands... so cold." It should be described as ice.

"Of course, I'm just a ghost! I don't have the body temperature of a normal person, so of course it is cold."

"What? Fear me."

Han Junfei turned his head and suddenly discovered that the distance between the two was so close, and the tip of the nose was only a few millimeters apart from the tip of the nose.

Seeing the slick eyeballs in her big eyes, she was slightly stunned.

After recovering, he shook his head slightly. "How could I be afraid of you? I'm afraid you won't let you follow me."

Lin Xixi showed a satisfied look, "It's pretty much the same. If you dare to say that you are afraid of me, I will eat you."

Eat him, when I heard this, I remembered that time she wanted to eat him, but it did.

He thought that a simple ghost like her would be in danger if he encountered a slightly dangerous person.

Seeing him in a daze, Lin Xixi reached out and poked his face again, her voice full of dissatisfaction, "Fei Fei, why are you in a daze again, you are not attentive at all, I won't teach you."

"I've learned it!" As he said, he stared at the mud model pinched in his hand in front of him.

However, Lin Xixi's sneer was heard from nearby.

Han Junfei tilted his head to look at her puzzled.

Seeing his puzzlement, Lin Xixi was even more amused, raising her hand and pointing at his face again.

Han Junfei raised his arm and touched it. The white shirt was covered with mud-yellow mud. He exclaimed angrily, "Okay, this is what you touched just now, dare you to laugh at me!"

While she was laughing, she quickly wiped her face.

The laughter suddenly stopped, her face was very small at first, and her face was smeared by Han Junfei's palm, and all her face was covered with mud. Big

Only two big round eyes were revealed.

Looking at the mud on her face, Lin Xixi yelled, "Brother Fei is too bad to bully me. I won't let you go. Just take it, haha."

As he said, he stretched out two palms and rushed towards him, and a careless Han Junfei was thrown to the ground by her.

When he caught the opportunity, Lin Xixi wouldn't let it go, struggling to touch him, her face, neck, and clothes were all muddy.

One wanted to wipe, and the other tried to stop them. In the end, both of them were exhausted and lay on the ground.

Lin Xixi lay down on his chest, muttering in her mouth, "It's all to blame, big bad guy, so tired!"

Han Junfei laughed a few times and took a breath, "It's to blame you for being okay, it's up to you to get me on my body, how can I get out later, eh? If I'm a big bad guy, you're a little bad guy."

She raised her hand and squeezed her little cheek as she said, and was satisfied when she saw that some mud was stuck again.

Lin Xixi patted his hard chest, "I'm tired, what should I do, I can't get up."

This sounded a little weird, and the surrounding atmosphere became a bit ambiguous.

Han Junfei took a breath, sat up, and picked her up, "Okay, stop making trouble, let's do it quickly."

So in the end, the two people put on the mud and made a beautiful artwork.

It is two cups.

Looking at the two cups in front of him, Han Junfei was a little discouraged. Why is the difference so big, one is so beautiful, and he, barely, can be seen as a cup.

Lin Xixi chuckled secretly in her heart, "Actually, you have done it very well. After all, it is the first time to do it. I have studied for a long time, so I can do it so well."

He took his cup, took the tools, and prepared to do something on it.

Han Junfei was a little curious, stretched his head and took a look, "Are you going to paint on it?"

"Well, if I paint, how could I compare to you? Isn't that a shame, I am going to carve a small thing on it, and you will know it later." After speaking, he said carefully. Staring at the cup in his hand, he carefully engraved each stroke.

"How do you know that I can paint?" Why did she know everything? He hadn't painted for a long time.

"Of course, I know your paintings are great. If you have time, please draw me a picture."