Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Of course, every time the topic is not the same, sometimes they will talk about something else.

Chu Bai Mo is undoubtedly a very good listener. Shen Mubai feels that he is very comfortable talking with him. He subconsciously regards the other party as a close friend.

But at the same time, they are also the relationship between patients and doctors.

Shen Mubai feels that it is a pity that Chu Bai Mo is like this. He should stand in the sun and enjoy his praise.

"Good morning, Dr. Shen."

Shen Mubai yawned and smiled at the opposite boy. "Good morning, young master of white ink."

She stood behind her and pushed her wheelchair.

After eating breakfast, Shen Mubai asked, "Would you like to go outside the villa for a walk?"

Chu Bai Mo shook his head and a smile on his lips. "Let's go to the studio."

The last time I had been in the studio for a few days, Shen Mubai pushed the teenager into the room. "What do you want to paint this time?"

"The roses in the garden are very bright." The other side used a gentle voice to open the canvas and reached out to pick up the brush.

Shen Mubai sat down beside him and stared at the drawing board.

Looking at Chu Bai ink painting is not boring and boring, on the contrary, it is a visual enjoyment.

Shen Mubai eyes looked at it and thought it was a magical hand.

Every cell in the whole body is calling, and the tremor is spreading along the nerves. Chu Bai ink's hand holding the brush shook slightly, leaving a trace on the painting.

"Ah." A small exclamation came from the people on the side.

Chu Baimo turned his face and saw the pity in the other's eyes. The lips showed a gentle smile. "Don't worry."

When Shen Mubai blinked his eyes, he saw that the hands were rotted into magicality, transforming that point into a beautiful rhizome.

When a painting is finished, she can't help but touch it. "It seems to be the same."

"Do you want to try it?" A gentle voice came from the ear.

Shen Mubai turned his face and saw the teenager in a wheelchair looking at her with a light brown eyes. The smile on his lips was elegant and perfect.

She is embarrassed, "I won't."

"I teach you." The voice of the other party is still gentle and comfortable.

Shen Mubai’s eyes rounded his eyes.

"What's wrong?" The boy slightly turned his face and had a little doubt in his eyes.

Shen Mubai wants to say, don't you like people touching you?

But as soon as she thought about the treatment, she swallowed silently and nodded a little.

As it turns out, she thought more.

The teenager just guides her at the side, and there is no such thing as she thinks.

Shen Mubai blushes for his own ideas and feels that he is simply passionate.

She held the brush and, under the guidance of the other party, drew the first stroke.

The clean and gentle voice of the young boy slowly sounded, giving a spiritual wash in the quiet studio.

Shen Mubai looked at the painting on the drawing board. For a moment, he felt that he was also very talented.

From this perspective, Chu Baimo can see that the other side's white face is delicate and delicate, and the hair is left behind, revealing soft and small ears.

The long, curled eyelashes flap from time to time, like a feather, sweeping on his heart, licking itchy.

The Chu white ink was dark and the throat was slightly rolled, and the eyes fell smoothly on the other hand holding the brush.

It was a very beautiful hand, and there was no trace of whiteness. The nails were very cleanly trimmed and pink on the top. It was so cute.

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