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

Chu Baimo was undoubtedly a good listener, Shen Mubai felt very comfortable talking to him, and subconsciously regarded the other party as a bosom friend.

But at the same time, they are also the relationship between the patient and the doctor.

Shen Mubai felt more and more that it was a pity for Chu Baimo to be like this now, he should stand in the sun and enjoy the praise that belonged to him.

"Good morning, Dr. Shen."

Shen Mubai yawned and smiled at the young man opposite, "Good morning, Young Master Bai Mo." ”

She stood behind the other and pushed the wheelchair.

After eating breakfast, Shen Mubai asked, "Do you want to go for a walk outside the villa?" ”

Chu Baimo shook his head, a smile on his lips, "Let's go to the studio." ”

It had been several days since the last time he was in the studio, and Shen Mubai pushed the young man into the room, "What does Young Master Bai Mo want to paint this time?" ”

"The roses in the garden are blooming brightly." The other said in a gentle voice, lifting the canvas and reaching out to pick up the paintbrush.

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

Watching Chu Baimo paint is not boring and boring, on the contrary, it is also a visual enjoyment.

Shen Mubai's eyes looked at it without blinking, thinking that this was a pair of magical hands.

Every cell in the whole body was calling, and the tremor spread slightly along the nerves, and Chu Baimo's hand holding the paintbrush shook slightly, leaving a little trace on the painting.

"Ahh There was a small exclamation from the people on the side.

Chu Baimo turned his face, seeing the pity in the other party's eyes, a gentle smile appeared on his lips, "Don't worry." ”

Shen Mubai blinked, and saw that the hands had turned into magic, transforming that little flaw into a beautiful rhizome.

When a painting was finished, she couldn't help but touch it, "It seems like it's real." ”

"Want to try it?" A gentle voice came from my ears.

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

She was embarrassed and said, "I won't." ”

"I'll teach you." The other person's voice is still gentle and comfortable.

Shen Mubai's eyes widened.

"What's wrong?" The young man turned his face slightly, and there was a little doubt in his eyes.

Shen Mubai wanted to say, don't you like others to touch you.

But at the thought of the treatment, she swallowed silently again, nodded and said yes.

As it turned out, it was she who was overthinking.

The boy was just guiding her, and he didn't mean what she thought.

Shen Mubai blushed at his thoughts, feeling that he was simply making himself amorous.

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

The young man's clean and gentle voice sounded slowly, giving people a kind of spiritual cleansing in the quiet studio.

Shen Mubai looked at the paintings on the drawing board, and for a moment felt that he seemed to be quite talented.

From this angle, Chu Baimo could see that the other party's fair and delicate side face, a strand of hair was pinned to the back, revealing soft and small ears.

From time to time, the long, curly eyelashes fluttered, like a feather, scraping over his heart, itching unbearably.

Chu Baimo's eyes were well understood, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his gaze slipped on the other party's hand holding the paintbrush.

It was a very beautiful hand, so white that there was no blemish, and the nails were cleanly trimmed and pink, and they were so cute.

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