Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Shen Mubai feels blushing himself, "Ugly dead."

She looked at the timetable and found that she had already arrived at lunch time. "Young Master, we should go eat."

Chu Baimo’s eyes fell on the paper basket, then he took it back and smiled. “Good.”

Everything that she touched by her hand was a treasure in his eyes.

At lunch time, Chu Baimo ate more than usual.

Qin Guanjia’s attitude towards Shen Mubai is getting better and better now, and sometimes there is no smile at all.

In addition to some being flattered by Shen Mubai, the pressure is still very huge. After all, Chu Bai Mo is not only a psychological crux in diet.

But a month to progress to this level is already a very good start.

When Chu Baimo rested, Shen Mubai also returned to his room.

She played the game with her mobile phone and played it for an hour.

In the afternoon, when he was reading a book with Chu Baimo, Shen Mubai shrugged his eyes on the side, nodded and nodded, and finally squatted on the table.

Closing the book, the teenager's gaze fell on the people around him, looking at her greedily.

The eyes stared at the person in front of me, and the heart was more intense than the heart.

Shen Mubai did not know.

She gave a uniform breath, and the small nose was pretty and cute.

Chu Baimo stared at her for half an hour, and finally could not help but stretched out her fingers and touched her cheek.

The slippery touch made Chu Bai ink slightly tighten his fingers, breathing and chaos, and the earlobe was also dyed with a faint blush.

He found that he could not satisfy such a simple touch, and the demon seeds buried in his heart were screaming, eager, and then slowly broke out.

The curtains penetrated into the sun and stretched like a stream.

The shattered light falls on the person's hair, and the white skin looks like a beautiful tulle, reflecting the cute and sparse fluff.

Chu Baimo had no time to react, and his hand had already been explored.

The warm and soft touch made him nervous for a moment, his mind was completely occupied by the people in front of him, so that his fingers were exposed to the sun's rays.

Until the other side raised his brow slightly, then opened the misty and wet eyes.

Shen Mubai’s brain is still a little chaotic. The teenager in a wheelchair shows her a gentle smile. “Wake up?”

Rubbing his eyes, Shen Mubai was a little embarrassed, "Sorry, the young master of white ink."

She still wants to say something. When her eyes touched one place, she couldn’t help but round her eyes.

Chu Bai Mo followed her eyes and looked at it for a moment.

"Sunlight." Shen Mubai rubbed his eyes and looked at the young clothes with a little shattered light. He cautiously asked, "How do you feel when you are young?"

Chu Baiyin’s hand in the wheelchair paused, watching the expectations of the person’s eyes and his wings, and raised his lips to reveal a gentle smile. “It’s a little different from what I imagined.”

Shen Mubai was fainted by this huge surprise. She stood up and walked over to Chu Baimo’s body, and lowered her body slightly. “Would you like to go out and see?”

Shen Mubai admits that she is unable to hold back. Although she is likely to reject her, she can't help but open her mouth.

The teenager slipped through a trace of confusion, opened his mouth, and refused her. "Good."

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