Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Of course, it's not always the same, and sometimes they talk about something else.

Chu Bai Mo is undoubtedly a good listener, Shen Mu Bai felt particularly comfortable talking to him, subconsciously treating each other as a knowledgeable friend.

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

Shen Wood grew white and felt sorry for Chu Bai Ink, who should stand in the sun and enjoy the praise that belongs to him.

“Good morning, Dr. Shen. ”

Shen Mubai smiled at the teenager across the street. "Good morning, Master Bai Mo. ”

She stood behind each other and pushed the wheelchair.

After breakfast, Shen Kibai asked, "Want to go for a walk outside the villa? ”

Chu Bai Mo shook his head and put a smile on his lips, "Let's go to the drawing room. ”

It's been a few days since the last time I was in the studio, Shen Mubai pushed the teenager into the room, “What will Master Bai draw this time? ”

“The roses in the garden blossom brightly.” With a gentle voice, they lifted the canvas away and reached out and picked up the brush.

Shen Kibai sat beside him and stared at the drawing board.

Watching Chu Bai Ink painting is not boring and boring, on the contrary, it is a visual pleasure.

Shen Wood looked without blinking and thought it was a magical hand.

Every cell on and off the body was screaming, trembling chestnuts spread along the nerves slightly, Chu Bai Ink held the brush's hand slightly trembled, leaving a slight mark on the painting.

“Ah.” A small shout came from one side.

Chu Baiyi slipped past his face and saw the pity in the other person's eyes. A gentle smile appeared on his lips, "Don't worry. ”

Shen Wood blinked white and saw the hands rotten into wonder, transforming the flaw into a beautiful root stem.

After a painting, she couldn't help but touch it, "as if it were true. ”

“Want to try it?” There was a gentle voice in the ear.

Shumwood turned her face white and saw the teenager sitting in a wheelchair looking at her with light brown eyes, her lips smiling elegantly and perfectly.

She was embarrassed, "I won't. ”

“I'll teach you.” The other voice remains gentle and comfortable.

Shen Wood opened his eyes white.

“What's the matter?” The teenager slipped slightly over his face and had a little doubt in his eyes.

Shum Kibai wants to say that you don't like people touching you.

But when she thought about the treatment, she swallowed silently again and nodded.

It turns out she thinks too much.

The teenager just coached her and didn't mean what she thought.

Shen Kibai blushed for his thoughts and felt like he was making love to himself.

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

The teenager's clean, gentle voice sounded softly, giving a mental wash in the quiet studio.

Shen Kibai looked at the painting on the drawing board and felt for a moment that he seemed quite gifted.

From this angle, Chu Bai Ink can see that the other party's white and delicate side face, a strand of hair is not reared, revealing soft and small ears.

Long, curly lashes flutter from time to time, like a feather, sweeping over his heart, pruritus | itchy resistant.

Chu Baiyi's eyes were dark and his throat slightly scrolled and his eyes dropped to the other side holding the brush's hand.

It's a beautiful hand, white and flawless, nails are trimmed clean, pink on top, cute and important.