Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

"Master of White Ink, your room is much simpler than I thought." Looking around, Shen Mubai pulled back the line of sight.

Chu Baimo chuckled. "What does Dr. Shen think my room looks like?"

Shen Mubai can’t say it, “Like it on TV.”

The lips were slightly raised, and Chu Baimo whispered. "Then you may have to think wrong. My room looks simple. There are actually many things that you don't know."

Shen Mubai couldn't understand, but it didn't prevent her from imagining the rich world. What seemed to be ordinary things was actually worthy.

The teenager sat down on the bed. She lowered her body and held the other's legs with both hands. While pinching, she asked, "Little master, white pain?"

"No pain." The gentle voice of the young man came from above.

Shen Mubai did not look up, and carefully and carefully pinched his leg.

Chu Bai ink squinted, his eyes fell on the slender neck of the other side, full and small earlobe, looming scenery, so that he felt a little hot and dry.

The throat was rolled a bit, and the line of sight was greedy and sticky. In the mind, the clothes on the other side were peeled off to reveal the perfect body, soft lines and delicate skin.

He tightened his fingers slightly and his voice was slightly hoarse. "Shen Shi.."

Shen Mubai thought that he was pinching his pain and quickly stopped the action. "What happened to the young master?"

Chu Bai Mo looked at her, and there was a dirty and dirty thought in her head. On the face, she showed a gentle and harmless smile. "I just think that Shen’s massage technique is good. Did you have a special education before?"

Shen Mubai rest assured, continued to pinch his leg, and replied, "No, you have to know, I am just a psychiatrist."

"I really can't see it." Chu Bai ink replied carelessly, but the smile on his lips gradually deepened.

Haven't learned?

Then he is her first time.

Chu Bai ink almost reacted. He only felt very excited. He wanted to press the other person on the bed, kissed it up, and then reached into the other's clothes. He didn't touch the fascinating and delicate skin.

The massage was nearly half an hour long, and Shen Mubai’s hand was a bit sour. “Young Master, how do you feel?”

"A lot better." Chu Bai ink suppresses the voice, try to return in a peaceful tone.

Although he feels reluctant, if he continues, he will probably react.

Shen Mubai heard the answer and stood up and stretched out.

She did not see that Chu Baimo's gaze almost became very deep in an instant, staring at the exposed delicate skin, and slightly moving the throat.

"Master of White Ink, your break time is up." Shen Mubai looked at the time.

"Well, I’m a hard worker.” The teenager smiled politely at her.

"Then I will not bother the young master of white ink." Shen Mubai said, just want to turn and leave the room, Yu Guang saw a pile of painting paper, stopped.

Chu Bai Mo looked down at her sight, and the look on the face did not see anything unusual. "What is Dr. Shen looking at?"

“Which paintings were painted by the young masters of white ink?” Shen Mubai was curious.

"Well, I used to pass the time when I was bored." Chu Bai ink supported the body, returned to the wheelchair, and then slowly passed.

"Dr. Shen wants to see?"

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