Song Xiang really didn't expect Bo Zhan inside at first. The moment she came down from the slide, she saw Pikachu walking over in advance, and she was basically convinced.
After taking off the big and heavy hood, the boy's hair was soaked and his head was covered with sweat.
Song Xiang quickly took out the tissue and wiped it quickly.
"It's your birthday, why do you do this kind of thing?"
Bo Zhan raised his neck and said, "Wipe here."
When Song Xiang saw that his neck was covered with sweat, he felt complicated and quickly took out another tissue.
"There are many people trying to make me happy every day, but I feel it's not interesting, so I try to make others happy."
He leaned over, his eyes sparkling, and asked Song Xiang mischievously, "Sister, are you happy?"
Song Xiang thought about the feeling of coming down the slide just now and shrugged, "I'm quite happy."
Bo Zhan's smile became even deeper. He was still wearing a doll costume and stood with his hands on his hips, sighing: "I'm so happy too."
Song Xiang saw that he was still wearing a doll costume, with a small head and a big body. He was very funny and couldn't help but laugh again.
"Where to change clothes?"
Bo Zhan stretched out his hand to her again, and Song Xiang hugged his arm cooperatively because he was still wearing a doll.
The two of them went to the second floor together, where someone was waiting above.
Bo Zhan went in and changed his clothes, maybe even took a shower. When he came out, he was a fresh and fresh boy again.
"Let's go buy a cake for your birthday."
Song Xiang was in a good mood, and her attitude towards Bo Zhan improved accordingly.
Bo Zhan followed her with one hand in his pocket and joked: "I bought a cake, do you have any gifts?"
Song Xiang patted his head and said, "Yes, I still need to buy gifts."
She spread her hands and said, "But don't choose something too expensive. If it's too expensive, I might not have you as a friend."
Bo Zhan laughed, "It's so straightforward."
He licked his mouth, thought for a while and said, "Then I want a ceramic doll."
"Ceramic doll?" Song Xiang wondered.
Bo Zhan clicked his tongue and said, "Sister, you really need to get out more."
As he spoke, he raised his chin slightly, walked past Song Xiang, and took Song Xiang's hand.
"Take you to play things young people play."
Song Xiang was curious about what he was talking about, and for a moment she didn't care if he held her hand.
Bo Zhan took her to the top floor. Only when she entered the door did she know what a ceramic doll was. It turned out to be handmade pottery and she could make it by herself.
"I can't do it. It will be ugly when I make it."
Song Xiang saw that there were all young lovers or teenage girls around her, and she stood out in the middle, a bit awkward.
In fact, she was dressed young today and looked very good standing next to Bo Zhan, easily attracting the attention of people next to her.
Bo Zhan quickly received the number plate and then led her to the empty console.
He pointed to the works of other customers on the wall next to him and whispered: "Such ugly things have the dignity to be displayed. What are you afraid of?"
Song Xiang glanced at it and almost laughed out loud. It was indeed quite ugly.
"Let's get started."
Bo Zhan waved his hand and signaled Song Xiang to start.
Song Xiang was a little nervous. When Bo Zhan put the basic clay block on the turntable, she touched it awkwardly, but the newly formed clay block deformed.
"You are so stupid."
Bo Zhan sighed, raised his hand, and naturally threw the mud on his fingers onto Song Xiang's face.
Song Xiang was startled and stared at the person opposite him in shock.
Bo Zhan flicked his tongue and grabbed her hand directly, "There is no other way, I'll teach you."