Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

He had to fantasize in his mind and suck that finger in the mouth, that greasy touch, he couldn't help but have some blood. | Zhang.

And his own scorching heat, gently held by these hands, what kind of sight it would be.

Chu Baimei breathed slightly confused, and he moved his gaze away, adjusted his nose, and returned his gaze to the drawing board, “Wrong. ”

“Eh?” Shen Kibai, soaked in complacency, heard the phrase and his heart was cold.

The other party's joy and sorrow were written on his face, Chu Bai Mo's eyes slipped a little laughter, "You've done a great job for a beginner. ”

Shen Mubai got psychological comfort, looked at the drawing board, and asked seriously, "Master Bai Mo, what am I painting wrong? ”

Chu Bai Mo's gentle voice rang in his ear.

Sedimentary white did not notice that the warm aura of the other side was getting closer and closer.

When she found out, her hand with the brush was gently held.

Shen Mubai couldn't help but turn his face, and some stared stunnedly at the teenager beside him.

The other party was not looking at her, and the eyes that fell on the drawing board were serious and focused, whispering the words with a gentle voice.

Shen Mubai thinks that the other party is really a very good person, no matter what is being done, that serious attitude is admirable.

She had to temporarily retract her doubts and then listen and learn.

The pale aroma lingered between his nose and the soft and pleasant touch in his hand, allowing Chu Bai Ink's heart to be split in half. He smelled the smell on the person with some greed, and his throat became drier and drier.

But the voices still haven't changed much, and in fact, he's the only one who knows the pain.

The field of view looked at the drawing board, but what appeared in his mind was his soft body, his fair skin, pressed against the drawing board, his lips on the long neck, and all the way down the kiss.

Shen Kibai probably doesn't know the world, there are people with a dual heart. She listens to the words in her ear, seriously corrects her mistakes, looks at the implicitly shaped outline on the drawing board, can't help but show a happy smile.

“I can paint too.” The more she looks, the more she feels she has talent.

Chu Baiyi pressed the dryness in her lower abdomen, releasing her hand in love, and smiled, “Just practice harder. ”

Shum nodded white and continued to paint.

Then she quickly discovered that without Chu Bai Ink's guidance, she was still handicapped and could not bear to see the painting.

I couldn't help but droop my head down somewhat frustrated, "as if this was all because of you. ”

gently laughed in his ear, turned his face, saw the teenager hold his fist against his lips, couldn't help but laugh.

Shen Wood pretended to be angry, “Well, even you laughed at me. ”

“Sorry.” The person across the street stopped laughing and his slightly lifted lips revealed his mood.

Drop the brush, “I know I'm handicapped, painting has never been my strong point. ”

“I can teach you later, if you want.” Chu Bai Mo smiled.

Shen Kibai thought, “Forget it, I don't think I really have any talent. ”

The more she looked, the more she found the painting obnoxious. She couldn't help but take it off and throw it in the waste basket.

“Why throw it away? I think it's cute.” Chu Bai Mo's regrettable voice rang in his ear.