Hundreds of ways for the protagonist to seduce cannon fodder

Lu Dishu looked at Ji Su with a serious look on his face: "And there must be a time limit for you to touch me."

Ji Su: "!!!" His focus is not on the time limit and no salary reduction at all. He just nodded and agreed like King You of Zhou who was fascinated by Bao Si.

After receiving the answer, Lu Dishu smiled proudly with his eyes bent, and then happily ate the neatly prepared shrimps that Ji Su had peeled for him.

After the meal, in order to express his gratitude to Ji Su for peeling the shrimps, Lu Dishu went to buy two cups of milk tea - one at room temperature and one with ice.

Dictionary Lu handed the cup of milk tea at room temperature to Ji Su. Ji Su was stunned for a while when he took the milk tea - he didn't expect Dictionary Lu would buy him a cup of milk tea at room temperature... Isn't it summer now? He has ice cream, so why not buy ice cream for himself too...

Ji Su was thinking endlessly, but he still inserted a straw and drank milk tea obediently. Unexpectedly, Lu Dishu, who seemed to have not been paying attention to him, suddenly said:

"I saw that your body temperature is usually very low, so I bought it for you at room temperature." Lu Digshu explained.

The moment he saw Ji Su's expression, he knew that he was thinking too much - in fact, sometimes he found it quite strange. As a man of the right age, rich, good-looking and good-tempered, Ji Su always thought about it. Do you think you won't want to see him?

As soon as he said this, Lu Dishu looked up at Ji Su, and found that his expression had improved a lot, and he was visibly happy. Inexplicably, Lu Dishu suddenly felt that his mood had improved, and he rubbed his face as he walked. Ji Su hides from Tai Yang and casually asks Ji Su if he should pay attention to anything while working.

The arm on his shoulder was obviously separated from the skin by a layer of fabric, but Ji Su felt that the warmth of that arm had penetrated the thin layer of clothes and reached his heart.

On the one hand, he was troubled by Lu Dishu's touch, and on the other hand, he was troubled by Lu Dishu's voice - it was too close, and the words he spoke were so ambiguous -

Yes, Ji Su has now accepted that this part-time job as a model in Lu Dictionary is an ambiguous profession. Yes - I think he was a serious person at the time and had painted models seriously, but now...

Ji Su lowered his eyes.

The car parked not far away and arrived soon. Ji Su opened the car door for Lu Dishu as usual and went to open his own door. The air conditioner in the car was still on and the temperature was comfortable.

As soon as Lu Dishu entered the car, he immediately felt like a fish in water. His whole body came to life and his energy improved. He casually took down the baffle to block the sun, and then thought that it was easy to drive fatigued in the afternoon, so He fiddled with the small ornaments on the operating table while talking to Ji Su:

"Brother~ You haven't answered the question I asked you before~ Should I pay attention to anything when I am a model?"

Lu Dictionary originally planned to look it up, but it was a bit complicated on the Internet and he was too lazy to analyze it himself. The most important thing was that Ji Su was happy to talk to him and was a little too nice to him.

Lu Dishu would naturally feel arrogant because of this, otherwise he would never be able to ask his boss a question like "What do I do at work?" if it were another boss.

Ji Su did indeed live up to Lu Dishu's expectations. After hearing Lu Dishu's words, he answered: "There is nothing to pay attention to."

Ji Su added hesitantly: "I didn't hear it before. Next time Dictionary wants to talk to me, I can hear him if he calls me brother."

Lu Dictionary: "..." smile. He said: "Okay brother. I searched online and said that Mote has to maintain a fixed position for a long time without moving. Is that true?"

Some studios do choose such models for painting, because it is more conducive for the painter to paint if the model keeps a still posture as much as possible, but this is a great test for the model and the model is very tired...

Ji Su asked Lu Dishu to be his model because he didn't want to concentrate on painting, so he hesitated for a while and shook his head: "No, just sit next to me and I will look at your hands. Today I will only draw hands." He said somewhat cautiously: "First let me get you used to what I do when I draw."

"Oh~" Lu Dishu drawled, glanced at Ji Su and then looked away.

Ji Su's fingers on the steering wheel moved unnaturally, but after Lu Dishu said "Oh~", he had no intention of speaking. He didn't know what the boy was thinking, so naturally he could only keep driving.

The time back was very short, and Lu Dishu felt that he had already arrived at Ji Su's community without doing anything.

The second time he came, Lu Dishu was already familiar with the road. He walked and then leaned against the door and waited for Ji Su to open the door. While using his fingerprint to unlock the door, Ji Su asked if he would like to get a road dictionary too, so that it would be more convenient next time.

Lu Dishu took a look at the door - Ji Su's security door was high-end after all. Lu Dishu was not familiar with it, so he looked at Ji Su innocently, leaned aside and shrugged, "I'm not very good at it."

Ji Su Chaolu Dictionary stretched out his hand and spread his palm: "I... stretch out my hand, and I will teach you."

Lu Dishu raised his eyebrows and looked at Ji Su. His earlobes were red, but he had no intention of taking back his hand. He looked very stubborn, so Lu Dishu put his hand in his.

The temperature of Ji Su's hands was a little lower than his. In summer, it was like drinking ice mint when touching them. Moreover, he often blushed and had red earlobes in front of Lu Cishu. Lu Cishu actually felt that he was a bit delicate for some reason.

As soon as this idea came to mind, Lu Dishu inevitably thought of those "0"s whose faces were always red and whose eyes were watery for some reason that he saw on the Internet, and then he thought that Ji Su's hands should be very small.

Not so. As soon as he held his hand, Lu Dishu immediately understood how wrong his previous guess was. Ji Su's hand was not small at all. His knuckles were almost as long as Lu Dishu. When he held it, Lu Dishu subconsciously felt an emotion in his heart. Lu Dishu thought about it and guessed:

Maybe this is what is often said on the Internet...a sense of security?

This thought that suddenly appeared in his mind almost made Lu Dishu laugh - why did he say that too? Shouldn't you be the one who gives others a sense of security?

After sorting out the emotions in his mind, Lu Dishu glanced at Ji Su. He was pressing his lips on the combination lock with his lips slightly bent, looking very serious and serious.

Seeing Ji Su like this, Lu Dishu curled his lips slightly - he just said that he was not very good at using this kind of combination lock, but it was not true that he was not good at it. One look at him and you can tell whether Ji Su is a prude or a real prude.

But inexplicably, not only did he not feel disgusted, he even felt in a good mood and wanted to laugh. Perhaps because he wanted to watch his next performance, Lu Dishu obediently accompanied him and continued to perform without breaking away from Ji Su's hand.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the hands held by the two people. As if he was amused, Lu Dishu moved his fingers - Ji Su's grip was a bit firm, and although Lu Dishu didn't feel any pain, it was a little difficult to let go.

Probably because he felt Lu Dishu's hand moving slightly, Ji Su reluctantly stopped holding it so tightly, but still held it. Lu Dishu asked him nonchalantly:

"Brother, how long does it take to get better~"

The hand holding him trembled, and Lu Dishu heard Ji Su's somewhat panicked voice when he answered: "Hurry, hurry."