You have a boyfriend named Mikey. You have been together for 5 years. He used to work in a pottery workshop, even though he is very rich and has many companies, but he loves pottery very much.

You always used to tell him to teach you how to make pottery, but he refused, and you never knew the reason. Until one day, you came to his house and stood in front of him angrily, placing your hands on your sculpted waist. "Will you teach me how to make pottery or not talk to me for a year?"

He laughed at your cute appearance. Although you tried as much as possible to appear angry, you were very cute in his eyes. Then he said in his hoarse voice, "Okay, I will teach you."

You smiled happily and went with him to the pottery room. He sat down and pointed for you to sit on the same chair between his feet. You sat down without hesitation, and your gaze was on the pottery clay in front of you. He turned on the machine and put his hand over yours. He started making pottery and held two of your fingers with his finger. He put them in the pottery ball with a wicked smile on His face