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He couldn't help but fantasize in his mind, sucking those fingers into his mouth, that kind of slippery touch, he couldn't help but feel a little bloody.

And his own scorching, what kind of situation will it be to be gently held by these hands.

Chu Baimo's breathing was slightly confused, he looked away a little embarrassed, adjusted his snort, returned his gaze to the drawing board, and said casually, "Wrong." ”

"Huh?" Shen Mubai, who was immersed in complacency, heard this sentence, and his heart was cold.

The other party's joys, sorrows, and sorrows were all written on his face, and a slight smile slipped through Chu Baimo's eyes, "For a novice, your performance is already great." ”

Shen Mubai was comforted, looked at the drawing board, and asked seriously, "Young Master Baimo, where did I draw wrong?" ”

Chu Baimo's gentle voice sounded in his ears.

Shen Mubai didn't notice that the other party's warm breath was getting closer and closer.

When she found out, her hand holding the paintbrush was gently held.

Shen Mubai couldn't help but turn his face and looked at the young man beside him a little stunned.

The other party was not looking at her, and his gaze on the drawing board was serious and focused, while he spoke in a gentle voice.

Shen Mubai thought to himself, the other party is really a very good person, no matter what he is doing, that kind of serious attitude makes people feel admired.

She couldn't help but retract her doubtful thoughts for a moment, and then learned as she listened.

The faint fragrance lingered in his nose, and the soft and beautiful touch in his hand made Chu Baimo's mind be divided by most of it, and he sniffed the smell of this person a little greedily, and his throat became more and more dry.

But the voice of the voice still did not change, in fact, the torment in it, only he himself knew.

The vision reflected the drawing board, but what came to mind was the soft body of this person, the fair skin, pressed by him on the drawing board, the lips on the slender neck, sucking kisses all the way down.

Shen Mubai probably didn't know that there were dual-minded people in this world, she listened to the words in her ear, seriously corrected the mistakes she made, looked at the vaguely formed outline on the drawing board, and couldn't help but show a happy smile.

"I'll be able to draw too." She was overjoyed, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that she was talented.

Chu Baimo suppressed the dryness in his abdomen, reluctantly let go of her hand, and then smiled, "As long as you practice diligently, it's fine." ”

Shen Mubai nodded and continued to draw.

Then she soon discovered that without Chu Baimo's guidance, she was still a handicap, and her painting was really miserable.

I couldn't help but hang my head a little frustratedly, "It seems that this is all because of your credit." ”

A soft laugh sounded in his ears, and when he turned his face, he couldn't help but laugh when he saw the boy holding his fist to his lips.

Shen Mubai pretended to be angry and said, "Okay, even you laugh at me." ”

"I'm sorry." The person on the other side stopped laughing, but the slightly curled lips revealed his mood.

Shen Mubai put down his brush decadently, "I know that my hands are disabled, and painting has never been my strong point." ”

"If you want, I can teach you slowly in the future." Chu Baimo smiled.

Shen Mubai thought for a while, "Forget it, I don't think I really have any talent." ”

The more she looked at it, the more she felt that the painting was an eyesore, and she couldn't help but take it down and throw it into the wastebasket.

"Why throw it away? I think it's cute. Chu Baimo's regretful voice sounded in his ears.

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