Chapter 970 I Like Everything About You (19)

He couldn't help but fantasize in his mind, sucking those fingers into his mouth, and the smooth touch made his blood boil.

And what would it be like to hold my own burning heat gently in these hands.

Chu Baimo's breathing was slightly ragged. He looked away awkwardly, adjusted his breathing, returned his eyes to the drawing board, and said casually, "Wrong."

"Eh?" Shen Mubai, who was immersed in complacency, felt his heart freeze when he heard these words.

The other party's emotions were all written on his face, and a smile slipped through his Chu Bai Mo eyes, "For a novice, your performance is already great."

Shen Mubai got psychological comfort, looked at the drawing board, and asked seriously, "Master Bai Mo, what did I do wrong in my painting?"

Chu Baimo's gentle voice sounded in his ears.

Shen Mubai didn't notice that the other party's warm breath 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 and looked at the boy beside him in a daze.

The other party was not looking at her, her eyes on the drawing board were serious and focused, and she spoke in a gentle voice.

Shen Mubai thought to himself that the other party is really an excellent person. No matter what he is doing, his serious attitude is admirable.

She couldn't help but temporarily put back her doubtful thoughts, and then started to learn while listening.

The faint fragrance lingered in his nose, and the soft and beautiful touch in his hands made Chu Baimo's mind distracted. He sniffed the smell of this person greedily, and his throat became increasingly dry.

But the voice he spoke remained unchanged. In fact, only he himself knew the suffering involved.

His vision was reflected on the drawing board, but what came to mind was this man's soft body and fair skin, pressed against the drawing board, his lips on the slender neck, kissing all the way down.

Shen Mubai probably didn't know that there were people who multitasked in this world. She listened to the words in her ears and carefully corrected her mistakes. Looking at the vague outline on the drawing board, she couldn't help showing a happy smile. smile.

"I can also draw." She was delighted, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that she had talent.

Chu Baimo suppressed the anxiety in his stomach, reluctantly let go of her hand, then smiled and said, "As long as you practice more, you'll be fine."

Shen Mubai nodded and continued painting.

Then she soon discovered that without Chu Baimo's guidance, she was still a handicap, and her paintings were really terrible.

I couldn't help but lower my head in frustration, "It seems that this is all because of your contribution."

A soft laugh rang in his ears. He turned around and saw the young man pressing his fist to his lips. He couldn't help but burst out in joy.

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 betrayed his mood.

Shen Mubai put down his brush in despair, "I know that my hands are handicapped, and painting has never been my strong point."

"If you are willing, I can teach you slowly in the future." Chu Baimo said with a smile.

Shen Mubai thought for a while, "Let's forget it. I feel like I really don't have much talent."

The more she looked at it, the more she found the painting to be an eyesore, so she couldn't help but take it off and throw it into the wastebasket.

"Why did you throw it away? I think it's quite cute." Chu Baimo's regretful voice sounded in his ears.