Hundreds of ways for the protagonist to seduce cannon fodder

"No." Lu Dishu heard Ji Su's voice. He could only reach out to comb his hair again, and looked at Ji Su with questioning eyes again, but the answer he got was no different from the previous one.

Lu Dishu grew up being pampered, and his best skill was coquettishness. He unconsciously said coquettishly:

"Brother, tell me which side of my hair is curled up~"

Ji Su wanted to cut his hair personally, but Lu Dishu spoke to him in such a tone and attitude, so he could only do his best to guide him.

"Up on the left."

His command was actually very correct, but when encountering this kind of situation, he often couldn't find the correct position even if others told him.

He couldn't find the road dictionary. He fiddled around and got an almost identical answer.

Ji Su moved his fingertips. He wanted to tell Lu Dishu that he should help him. Unexpectedly, he moved his fingers imperceptibly. Before he was about to ask Lu Dishu, the boy took the initiative to lower his head and opened his mouth. Looking at him with a pair of particularly beautiful eyes:

"Brother, can you help me cut my hair?"

Lu Dishu’s eyes are particularly beautiful.

His whole person is unruly and enthusiastic, a little careless but extremely attractive. Otherwise, Ji Su would not have seen him at a glance in the crowd. In fact, the next second he saw Lu Dishu, Ji Su knew who Lu Dishu was. Probably because of his character, and the facts prove it——

His guess was correct.

Boys are indeed quite unruly and careless, and will never take unimportant people to their heart. He usually looks at people very casually, and the smile on his lips, although beautiful, is obviously perfunctory.

This time it was different. His eyes looked at him, sparkling with water, and not at all as perfunctory as before.

Ji Su's hand shook unnoticeably again. As slowly as a beat, the corners of his lips moved nervously. Then he finally raised his hand and put a smile on his face again, looking as gentle as before. Be polite.

Lu Dishu saw Ji Suwen, who was standing straight before, and bent over with a smile. He raised his hand to the stage and said with true feelings:

"my pleasure."

His hair was touched by something, and the cold fingers touched his scalp, gently scratching his skin. Lu Dishu felt a little itchy, but now his attention was not at all on this feeling.

Because Lu Dishu’s brain twitched—what’s wrong?

But I can't see it, Lu Dishu really can't see it.

The man in front of him had a beautiful smile, and there was no fault in his dress etiquette. He stood there like a noble man who had been carefully taught etiquette.

Looking at him like this, Lu Dishu even thought that those thoughts just now were due to his nervousness, so he looked away.

Ji Su also retracted his hand, and Lu Dishu noticed that he was pretending to be natural and took his right hand to rub the wrist of his left hand.

There is a reason why Ji Su used his right hand to rub the wrist of his left hand naturally in Loneliness. After Ji Sudu left his right hand from Lu Dishu's hair, he put it on his left wrist without leaving any trace, and then borrowed Covering her hand, she gently used the index finger that had touched his hair to rub the wrist of his left hand.

Why? Mysophobia? Then why did you agree to fix your hair? Thinking of this, Lu Dishu became a little depressed - he washed his hair every day, why did he look so disgusted with him? And it’s very strange——

If someone is mysophobic and touches him, he shouldn't wipe his hands with a tissue, or if he is afraid that wiping his hands with a tissue directly will embarrass him, he can wipe it on his clothes without leaving any traces to give himself a psychological comfort——

Lu Dishu would be like this - if someone he disliked touched him, Lu Dishu would pat the place where the person touched - just to give himself some psychological comfort.

He had done something similar before, but he couldn't understand what Ji Su's move meant. Call it disgust, which is obviously not the case. Call it admiration...

Lu Dishu's eyes darkened, but he ruled out this option in an instant - he had indeed heard that some perverts like to touch the people they like, and then touch their own bodies in the same places where they have touched the people they like, and then touch them Imagine in your mind that the person you like is touching you...

But this possibility seems a bit impossible here. One: At first glance, Ji Su is the kind of person with a good upbringing. Although he is not particularly sunny, he has nothing to do with gloom. This kind of person does not get along with those people at first glance, and well-educated people are not. It's impossible to do such a thing.

Second: I have only met a few times, how could I have such admiration?

Lu Dishu felt that he was thinking too much - maybe this was a subconscious action?

He convinced himself, turned to look at Ji Su's face, and smiled: "Brother, let's go."

Ji Su didn't show anything unusual. He smiled and said, "Okay."

Lu Dishu followed Ji Su and walked forward. The restaurant where Ji Su took him to eat did not look resplendent on the surface, but had a bit of a garden feel.

The doorway is a carved wooden door with an ordinary gray brick shape. There are also a few green bamboos planted. Waiters in black clothes stand on both sides.

Lu Dishu took a look at the clothes Fusheng was wearing - a horse-faced skirt, or a horse-faced skirt with exquisite workmanship.

The waiters' work clothes are so exquisite and gorgeous. Lu Dishu came to the conclusion instantly: Ji Su brought him to this restaurant which was very high-end.

As he thought this, the two of them had already walked to the door of the store.

The waiter standing at the door took the initiative to come up: "Mr. Ji, are you still at the original position?"

From this person's mouth, Lu Dishu obtained two more pieces of information - the man in front of him was named Ji. And judging by the waiter's familiar attitude, he often comes to this high-end restaurant to eat.

Lu Dishu looked at his nose, nose, and heart without saying anything. Unexpectedly, Ji Su spoke. His voice was very gentle. Compared with Lu Dishu's words, he seemed less sincere. Perhaps for this reason, the waiter looked at him in surprise. Mr. Ji" glanced at Lu Dishu and noticed his look.

He thought to himself: Maybe it was because Ji Su's attitude was strange today and not as gentle as before.

The first half of his guess was correct, but the second half was completely opposite.