Chapter 969 I Like Everything About You (18)

Of course, the topic is not the same every time, sometimes they also talk about other things.

Chu Baimo is undoubtedly a good listener. Shen Mubai feels very comfortable talking to him and subconsciously regards him as a close friend.

But at the same time, they are also the relationship between patient and doctor.

Shen Mubai felt more and more that it was a pity that Chu Baimo was like this now. He should stand in the sun and enjoy his praise.

"Good morning, Dr. Shen."

Shen Mubai yawned and smiled at the boy opposite, "Good morning, Master Bai Mo."

She stood behind the other person and pushed the wheelchair.

After finishing breakfast, Shen Mubai asked, "Do you want to go for a walk outside the villa?"

Chu Baimo shook his head, with a smile on his lips, "Let's go to the studio."

It had been several days since the last time he was in the studio. Shen Mubai pushed the young man into the room and asked, "What will Master Bai Mo paint this time?"

"The roses in the garden are blooming very brightly." The other party said in a gentle voice, lifting the canvas and reaching out to pick up the brush.

Shen Mubai sat down next to him and stared at the drawing board.

Watching Chu Baimo paint does not feel boring or boring, on the contrary, it is a kind of visual enjoyment.

Shen Mubai looked at it without blinking, feeling that this was a pair of magical hands.

Every cell in his body was screaming, and tremors spread along his nerves. Chu Baimo's hand holding the paintbrush trembled slightly, leaving a trace on the painting.

"Ah." A small exclamation came from the person on the side.

Chu Baimo turned his face and saw the pity in the other person's eyes, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips, "Don't worry."

Chen Mubai blinked and saw those hands turning decay into magic, transforming those flaws into beautiful roots.

After a painting was completed, she couldn't help but touch it, "It seems to be real."

"Want to try?" A gentle voice came from my ear.

Shen Mubai turned around and saw the young man sitting in the wheelchair looking at her with light brown eyes, and the smile on his lips was elegant and perfect.

She said sheepishly, "I can't."

"I'll teach you." The other person's voice was still gentle and comforting.

Shen Mubai opened his eyes wide.

"What's wrong?" The young man turned his face slightly, with a little doubt in his eyes.

Shen Mubai wanted to say, don't you like others touching you?

But when she thought about the treatment, she swallowed it silently, nodded and said okay.

It turned out that she was overthinking.

The young man was just guiding her from the side, and he didn't mean what she thought.

Shen Mubai blushed at his thoughts, feeling that he was simply being sentimental.

She held the brush and, under the guidance of the other party, painted the first stroke.

The young man's clean and gentle voice sounded slowly, giving people a kind of spiritual cleansing in the quiet studio.

Shen Mubai looked at the paintings on the drawing board, and for a moment he felt that he was quite talented.

From this angle, Chu Baimo could see the other party's fair and delicate side face, with a strand of hair pinned back, revealing soft and small ears.

The long and curly eyelashes fluttered from time to time, like a feather, brushing against his heart, itching unbearably.

Chu Baimo's eyes were filled with understanding, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his eyes fell on the other person's hand holding the paintbrush.

It was a very beautiful hand, so fair that there was no blemish, the nails were neatly trimmed, and they were pink, so cute.