"Plain water." Sitting in a wheelchair, the young man turned his face slightly and looked at her.
Shen Mubai was a little helpless, and looked at him seriously, "This is not possible, Master Bai Mo, you have to try to accept some other food, otherwise your body will not be able to bear it sooner or later."
"But I can't eat those things." The boy raised his lips and said unhurriedly.
No matter what you say, he will always give you the feeling of gentleness like bathing in the spring breeze, and he seems to be easy to get along with. In fact, it is difficult for you to change and shake the thinking of this kind of person.
Shen Mubai couldn't help feeling a little headache, but if she continued to persuade her, it would only be counterproductive, so she changed the subject, "Shall we go out for a stroll?"
"The sun is out." The young man said softly, he took his gaze away from the outside, and continued, "Today I want to draw."
"Painting?" Shen Mubai asked in surprise.
"The second room on the right on the second floor is my studio." Chu Baimo smiled.
Considering the other party's family background and talent, it is not surprising that he can draw. Shen Mubai couldn't help but praised, "Master Bai Mo is really amazing."
"In your eyes, painting is very good?" The other party asked with a half-smile tone.
Shen Mubai thought he was laughing at himself, and muttered, "I have never been able to draw since I was a child, and I think people who can draw are amazing."
"Really." The other party said softly, and she didn't know what else she said later, but she couldn't hear clearly.
Pushing open the door of the studio, the scenery inside is very luxurious.
She pushed Chu Baimo in, and then took a look around. It was spotlessly clean, not like a place where people often come.
The painting tools are complete, but there is nothing on the white paper.
"Master Bai Mo, I want to take a look at your paintings." She was a little curious about what the other party's paintings looked like.
"I've already thrown it away." The boy had a gentle smile on his face, perfect and flawless.
Shen Mubai was stunned, "Why did you throw it away?"
"Because those are defective products." Chu Baimo looked at the humanity in front of him and said.
Every time the other party leaves, he will stay in the studio for a long time, but he always feels that something is missing and he can't write.
Until this man stood in front of him, the emotion welling up in his chest swallowed him like a flood.
Chu Baimo slowly rowed the wheelchair over and opened the canvas.
Shen Mubai hurriedly followed, "Do you need my help?"
Chu Baimo said gently, "What if I ask you to be a model?"
Shen Mubai said embarrassedly, "Do I have the qualifications?"
Usually, those who can afford models are people with good conditions, not to mention the heir of the Chu family who started the painting.
"Of course." In my heart, no one is more qualified than you.
The young man smiled, his light brown eyes looked unusually gentle.
The other party has said this, so there is no need for her to continue to shirk, Shen Mubai looked at himself, felt that the clothes on his body were too crude, and couldn't help but said, "Do I need to change clothes?"
"That's good." Chu Baimo stared at her, suppressed the greed and longing in his eyes, and then reached out to pick up the brush.
Shen Mubai sat aside nervously, "Can I move?"
"Yes." The boy looked up at her, then lowered his eyes slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled where she couldn't see it.
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