The love process between Nuonuo and Cheng Xiaoyao is like the process of firing porcelain. Anyone who knows it will cherish their love. Chen Shuyi said so.
Young Master Cheng, also known as Cheng Xiaoyao in Miss Chen's mouth, was slightly dissatisfied after hearing this, and muttered: "If we really compare our love with porcelain, it is definitely Guangzhou Porcelain. Mine is a white porcelain body that has been fired at more than 1,400 degrees. Nono is a color painting added at low temperature."
Nuonuo pinched the little jade mouse on his wrist, dumbfounded, "Aren't you still mentally balanced?"
"Hmph." Cheng Xiaoyao turned her head and snorted arrogantly, making you mistake the other person for me.
Nuonuo had no choice but to apologize and said: "Don't be angry. Who told you to dye your hair yellow when you were a child? I thought you were a little foreign devil."
Upon hearing what she said, Master Cheng became even more angry, "Huh."
"If you dare to snort again, I will cut off your nose." Nono reached out and pinched his nose.
Miss Situ, who was sitting next to her, had a black line on her head, "You two have had enough, right? Isn't it just about firing porcelain? Haven't you seen how much waste clay has been fired out of the university's official kiln?"