"Master Bai Mo, your room is much simpler than I imagined." Looking around, Shen Mubai retracted his gaze and said.
Chu Baimo chuckled, "Then what does Dr. Shen think my room looks like?"
Shen Mubai couldn't speak, "It's like that on TV."
Lips slightly raised, Chu Baimo said softly, "Then you may be thinking wrong, my room looks simple, but in fact there are many things you don't know about."
Shen Mubai doesn't understand, but it doesn't prevent her from imagining the world of rich people, what looks like ordinary things are actually of amazing value.
The young man sat down on the bed. She lowered her body, held the other's leg with both hands, and asked while pinching, "Master Bai Mo, does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." The boy's gentle voice came from above.
Shen Mubai didn't raise his head, he pinched his leg seriously and carefully.
Chu Baimo lowered his eyelids slightly, and his eyes fell on the other party's slender neck, full and small earlobes, and the looming scenery made his whole body feel slightly hot.
The Adam's apple rolled, his eyes were greedy and sticky, and he peeled off the other person's clothes one by one in his mind, revealing the perfect body, soft lines, and delicate skin.
He clenched his fingers slightly, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "Dr. Shen..."
Shen Mubai thought that he had pinched him, so he quickly stopped and said, "What's the matter, Master Bai Mo?"
Chu Baimo looked at her, with dirty thoughts hidden in his head, but a gentle and harmless smile appeared on his face, "I just think Dr. Shen's massage technique is good, did you learn it before?"
Shen Mubai felt relieved, continued to pinch his leg, and replied, "No, you should know, I'm just a psychiatrist."
"I really can't tell." Chu Baimo replied casually, but the smile on his lips gradually deepened.
Haven't learned it
Well he was her first time.
Chu Baimo almost reacted, he just felt very excited, wanted to press the other party on this bed, suck and kiss him hard, and then reached into the hem of the other party's clothes, touching the fascinating delicate skin.
The massage lasted for nearly half an hour, and Shen Mubai's hands were a little sore, "Master Bai Mo, how are you feeling?"
"It's much better." Chu Baimo suppressed his voice and replied in a calm tone as much as possible.
Although he felt reluctant to part with him, if he continued, he might really react.
Hearing the answer, Shen Mubai stood up and stretched lazily.
She didn't see that Chu Baimo's gaze became extremely deep almost instantly, staring at the exposed delicate skin, and moved his Adam's apple subtly.
"Master Bai Mo, it's your rest time." Shen Mubai looked at the time.
"Well, thank you Dr. Shen." The boy smiled politely at her.
"Then I won't bother Young Master Bai Mo." Shen Mubai said, just about to turn around and leave the room, when he caught a glimpse of a pile of drawing paper out of the corner of his eye, he stopped in his tracks.
Chu Baimo followed her gaze, and there was no abnormal expression on his face, "What is Dr. Shen looking at?"
"Are those paintings painted by Young Master Bai Mo before?" Shen Mubai asked curiously.
"Well, I used to pass the time when I was idle and bored." Chu Baimo supported his body, returned to the wheelchair, and then slowly rowed over.
"Does Doctor Shen want to see it?"
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