He couldn't help fantasizing in his mind, sucking those fingers into his mouth, the slippery touch made his blood pulse a little bit.
There is also my own scorching heat, what will it be like to be gently held by these hands.
Chu Baimo's breathing fluttered slightly, he looked away in embarrassment, adjusted his breath, returned his gaze to the drawing board, and said casually, "Wrong."
"Eh?" Shen Mubai, who was immersed in complacency, felt cold when he heard these words.
The other party's emotions were written all over his face, and a slight smile slipped across Chu Bai's eyes, "For a novice, your performance is already very good."
Shen Mubai received psychological comfort, looked at the drawing board, and seriously asked for advice, "Master Bai Mo, what is wrong with my drawing?"
Chu Baimo's gentle voice rang in his ears.
Shen Mubai didn't notice that the warm breath of the other party was getting closer and closer.
When she found out, her hand holding the paintbrush was gently held by someone.
Shen Mubai couldn't help turning his face away, staring blankly at the young man beside him.
The other party was not looking at her, but his eyes were serious and focused on the drawing board, and he spoke in a gentle voice.
Shen Mubai thought to himself, the other party is really a very good person, no matter what he is doing, his serious attitude is admirable.
She couldn't help temporarily withdrawing her doubtful thoughts, and then started to learn while listening.
The faint fragrance lingered in his nostrils, and the soft and beautiful touch in his hands distracted Chu Baimo's mind. He sniffed the smell of this person greedily, and his throat became more and more dry.
But the voice that came out remained unchanged. In fact, only he knew the torment.
The vision reflected the drawing board, but what appeared in his mind was this person's soft body and fair skin, pressed against the drawing board by him, with his lips on the slender neck, sucking kisses all the way down.
Shen Mubai probably didn't know that there are people with two minds in this world, she listened to the words in her ears, and earnestly corrected the mistakes she made, looking at the vaguely formed outline on the drawing board, she couldn't help showing a joyful smile smile.
"I can also draw." She was very happy, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that she was talented.
Chu Baimo suppressed the dryness in his stomach, reluctantly let go of her hand, and then smiled, "As long as you practice more, you'll be fine."
Shen Mubai nodded and continued to draw.
Then she soon discovered that without Chu Baimo's guidance, she was still handicapped, and her painting was really horrible.
I couldn't help but lowered my head in frustration, "It seems that this is all because of your credit."
A soft laugh rang in his ears, he turned his face and saw the boy put his fist against his lips, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Shen Mubai pretended to be angry and said, "Okay, even you laugh at me."
"Sorry." The person opposite stopped smiling, but his slightly raised lips revealed his mood.
Shen Mubai put down his paintbrush decadently, "I know that my hands are disabled, and painting has never been my strong point."
"If you want, I can teach you slowly in the future." Chu Baimo smiled.
Shen Mubai thought for a while, "Let's forget it, I think I really don't have much talent."
The more she looked at it, the more she felt that the painting was an eyesore, so she couldn't help but took it down and threw it into the wastebasket.
"Why did you throw it away? I think it's cute." Chu Baimo's regretful voice rang in his ears.
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