Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Chapter 970

He couldn't help imagining in his mind that he sucked the fingers into the mouth. The slippery touch could not help but feel some blood.

There is also their own heat, which is gently held by these hands, and what kind of scene will it be.

Chu white ink breath slightly fluffy for a moment, he a little embarrassed to move his eyes, adjust a breath, will look back to the drawing board, careless mouth way, "wrong."

"Ah?" Immersed in complacency, Shen mubai's heart was cold when he heard this sentence.

The other party's emotions are written on his face, Chu white ink eyes slip through a little smile, "for a novice, your performance has been great."

Shen mubai got psychological comfort, looked at the drawing board, seriously asked, "master Bai Mo, where am I painting wrong?"

Chubaimo's gentle voice rings in his ear.

Shen mubai did not notice that the warm breath of the other side was getting closer and closer.

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

Shen mubai can't help but turn his face, some Leng Leng at the side of the youth.

The other party is not looking at her, and the eyes falling on the drawing board are serious and focused, while speaking in a gentle voice.

Shen mubai thought, the other party is really a very good person, no matter what he is doing, that kind of serious attitude, people feel admirable.

She couldn't help but withdraw her doubts for a while, and then began to learn while listening.

The faint fragrance lingers in his breath, and the soft touch in his hand makes Chu Bai Mo's mind be divided into two parts. He sniffs the taste of this man greedily, and his throat becomes more and more dry and astringent.

But there was no change in his voice. In fact, only he knew the pain.

The vision reflected on the drawing board, but in my mind, it was the soft body and white skin of this man who was pressed on the drawing board and his lips on his long neck, sucking kisses all the way down.

Shen mubai probably doesn't know that there are dual-purpose people in this world. She listens to the words in her ears, corrects her mistakes seriously, and looks at the faintly shaped outline on the drawing board. She can't help but smile with joy.

"I can draw, too." She was so happy that the more she saw it, the more she felt she had talent.

Chu Bai Mo pressed the dryness in his abdomen and reluctantly let go of her hand, and then said with a smile, "as long as you practice hard, it's OK."

Shen Mu nodded and continued to draw.

Then she quickly found that without the guidance of Chu Bai Mo, she was still a disabled hand, and her painting was really miserable.

Can't help but some dejected droop of the head, "as if this is because of your credit."

Soft laughter rings in the ear, turns to see the young man with his fist against his lips, can not help but open the sound.

Shen mubai pretended to be angry. "OK, even you laugh at me."

"Sorry." The opposite person stopped smiling, but his slightly upturned lips revealed his mood.

Shen mubai put down his brush in a decadent way. "I know my hands are broken. Painting is not my strong point."

"I can teach you later if you like." Chu Bai Mo smiles.

Shen mubai thought for a moment, "forget it, I don't think I really have any talent."

The more she looked at it, the more she thought it was, she couldn't help taking it down and throwing it into the wastebasket.

"Why throw it away? I think it's lovely. " Chu Baimo's voice of regret rings in his ear.