Chapter 976: I like all of you (19)

He couldn't help but fantasize in his mind, put that one finger into the mouth, the kind of slippery touch, can not help but some 贲
Zhang.
There is also his own burning, gently held by these hands, what kind of situation will be.
Chu Bai ink breathed a little bit, and he was somewhat embarrassed to remove his gaze, adjusted his breath, and returned his eyes to the drawing board. The careless opening was "wrong."

Hey?
Immersed in the confession of Shen Mubai, I heard this sentence and my heart was cold.
The other's emotions and sorrows are written on the face, and Chu Bai Mo has slipped through a little smile. "For a newbie, your performance has been great."
Shen Mubai got psychological comfort, looked at the drawing board, and seriously consulted, "Master of White Ink, where did I paint it wrong?"
The gentle voice of Chu Baiyin sounded in his ear.
Shen Mubai did not notice that the warmth of the other party was getting closer and closer.
When she found out, her hand holding the brush was gently held.
Shen Mubai couldn't help but turn his face, and looked at the boy next to him.
The other person is not looking at her, the eyes on the drawing board are serious and focused, and the words are snarled with a gentle voice.
Shen Mubai thought that the other party is really a very good person. No matter what he is doing, the attitude of taking it seriously is admirable.
She couldn't help but temporarily withdraw the doubtful thoughts, and then she learned while listening.
The faint scent of fragrant lingering in the nose, the soft touch of the hand, let Chu Baimo's mind be divided into more than half, he greedily scented the smell of this person, the throat more and more dry.
However, there is still no change in the voice of the Tao. In fact, the suffering is only known to him.
The vision reflected the drawing board, but the soft body of the person emerged in his mind. The white skin was pressed against the drawing board, and the lips were on the slender neck and kissed all the way.
Shen Mubai probably didn’t know the world, and there was a single-minded person. She listened to the words in her ear, seriously corrected her mistakes, and looked at the vague outline of the drawing board. She couldn’t help but reveal a joy. Smile.
"I will paint too." She is happy, and the more she sees, the more she feels talented.
Chu Bai ink pressed the dryness of the lower abdomen, reluctantly let go of her hand, then smiled. "As long as you practice hard, just fine."
Shen Mubai nodded and continued to paint.
Then she quickly discovered that without the guidance of Chu Baimo, she was still a handicapped, and the painting was really terrible.
I couldn’t help but sigh with some frustration. "It seems like this is because of your credit."
The soft laughter rang in the ear, turned his face, and saw the teenager with his fist against the lips, could not help but open the sound.
Shen Mubai was angry and said, "Okay, even you laugh at me."
"Sorry." The opposite person stopped smiling, but the slightly tilted lips revealed his mood.
Putting down the paint brush, "I know that I have a hand, and painting has always been my strength."
"If you like, I can teach you slowly later." Chu Baimo smiled.
Shen Mubai thought for a moment. "Still forget it. I feel that I really don't have any talent."
The more she saw it, the more she felt that the picture was unsightly. She couldn’t help but take it and threw it into the trash.
"Why are you throwing it? I think it is very cute." Chu Baimo’s regretful voice rang in his ear.
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