Of course, the topics are not the same every time, and sometimes they talk about other things.
Chu Baimo is undoubtedly a good listener, Shen Mubai feels very comfortable talking to him, and subconsciously regards him as a bosom friend.
But at the same time, they are also the relationship between patient and doctor.
Shen Mubai felt more and more that it was a pity for Chu Baimo in this state, he should stand under the sun and enjoy the praise that belonged to him.
"Good morning, Dr. Shen."
Shen Mubai yawned, and smiled at the boy opposite, "Good morning, Master Bai Mo."
She stood behind him and pushed the wheelchair.
After finishing breakfast, Shen Mubai asked, "Do you want to take a stroll outside the villa?"
Chu Baimo shook his head, with a smile on his lips, "Let's go to the studio."
It has been several days since the last time I was in the studio, Shen Mubai pushed the young man into the room, "What is Master Bai Mo going to paint this time?"
"The roses in the garden bloom very brightly." The other party said in a gentle voice, while lifting the canvas, he reached out and picked up the brush.
Shen Mubai sat down beside him, staring at the drawing board.
Watching Chu Baimo draw does not feel boring and dull, on the contrary, it is still a kind of visual enjoyment.
Shen Mubai looked at it without blinking, thinking that it was a pair of magical hands.
Every cell in the whole body was screaming, trembling spread along the nerves, Chu Baimo's hand holding the paintbrush shook slightly, leaving a little mark on the painting.
"Ah." There was a small exclamation from the people on the side.
Chu Baimo turned his face away, seeing the pity in the opponent's eyes, a gentle smile appeared on his lips, "Don't worry."
Shen Mubai blinked his eyes, and saw that those hands turned rotten into magical ones, transforming those blemishes into beautiful rhizomes.
After a painting was finished, she couldn't help touching it, "It seems to be real."
"Do you want to try?" A gentle voice came from beside my ear.
Shen Mubai turned his face and saw the boy in the wheelchair looking at her with light brown eyes, and the smile on his lips was elegant and perfect.
She said embarrassedly, "I won't."
"I'll teach you." The other party's voice was still gentle and comfortable.
Shen Mubai opened his eyes round.
"What's the matter?" The young man turned his face slightly, with some doubts in his eyes.
Shen Mubai wanted to say, don't you not like others touching you
But when she thought about the treatment, she swallowed silently, nodded and said good.
It turned out that she was overthinking.
The boy was just guiding her from the sidelines, and didn't mean what she thought.
Shen Mubai blushed because of his own thoughts, and felt that he was simply acting affectionate.
Holding the paintbrush, she drew the first stroke under the guidance of the other party.
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 felt for a moment that he seemed to be quite talented.
From this angle, Chu Baimo could see the other party's fair and delicate side face, with a strand of hair pinned back, revealing the soft and small ears.
The long and curly eyelashes fluttered from time to time, like a feather, scraping against his heart, itching unbearably.
Chu Baimo's eyes were deep in color, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his eyes fell smoothly on the other's hand holding the paintbrush.
It was a very beautiful hand, so white that there was no blemish, the nails were neatly manicured and pink, so cute.
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