Hundreds of ways for the protagonist to seduce cannon fodder

Hearing Ji Su's trembling voice, Lu Dishu was like a child who had succeeded in mischief. He glanced at the combination lock that Ji Su was working on and found that he was really working on it. He even thought: Don't scare Mr. Ji next time. Now, he is like a snail. If he is slightly frightened, he will not dare to make any small moves.

Lu Dishu let Ji Su hold his hand. He leaned against the door. He raised Ji Su's hanging hand and then held Ji Su's hand.

Ji Su always felt that Lu Dishu was observing him.

Although he knew that his hands were actually pretty, he still couldn't control his nervousness. Finally, he heard Lu Dishu's verdict:

"Brother, if you become a hand model, it will be easy to find a job, and the hourly wage will be high."

Is this a disguised way of complimenting his beautiful hands? Ji Su thought. He was mumbling this and was about to answer when he heard Lu Dishu ask him again: "Brother, when you are a painter, can't you use your own hands as a reference?"

Ji Su gave a grand reason: "My hands are not convenient."

"Oh~" Lu Dishu replied. He originally wanted to ask again, but Ji Su quickly opened the password settings and let Lu Dishu take fingerprints——

He really wanted to delay holding hands with Lu Dishu for more time, but he was afraid that Lu Dishu would ask questions related to him. After all, if Lu Dishu asked him a question, Ji Su would definitely tell the truth. Ji Su was afraid that his truth would scare Lu Dishu——

Although the boy didn't look timid at all, Ji Su was just afraid. His reputation is so bad.

"Beep" the security door made a sound. Ji Su bent down and glanced at the display screen, and saw a "Fingerprint successfully entered" pop-up on it.

Ji Su was going to ask Lu Dishu to test it out. Who knew that Lu Dishu dropped his hands after taking the fingerprints and looked at him with a smile as if he was tired and leaning against the wall.

Lu Dishu looked very lazy and inexplicable. Ji Su felt that if he told Lu Dishu, "Dictionaries are trying to see if they can open this door," Lu Dishu would lie on his shoulders and act coquettishly at him: "Brother~ Already recorded Okay, it will definitely open, no need to test~" In the end, he must have held Lu Dictionary's hand and led him to check to see if it was recorded properly.

Although he knew the result, just thinking about it... Ji Su felt that his earlobes were a little hot, so he turned to look at Lu Dishu: "Dictionaries, could you reach out and press the door to see if it can be opened?"

Hearing this, Lu Dishu looked at Ji Su - after setting up a password, many people always like to enter it again to see if it works. Lu Dishu did not have this habit. He leaned on Ji Su's shoulder:

"I saw my brother taking the fingerprints I recorded. It must be good~ No need to try again, let's go in and draw? Brother, I'm a little hot."

Ji Su felt that what Lu Dishu said was similar to what he had guessed - he was really acting coquettishly towards him, and it made him more excited and itchy than he imagined.

Because Lu Dishu was leaning on Ji Su's shoulder when he spoke, so he was very close to his earlobe. When he spoke, the heat sprayed on Ji Su's earlobe. The earlobe is a very sensitive place, not to mention Ji Su's earlobe. It's still his sensitive point.

Therefore, every time he breathed and breathed, even if he tried his best to restrain himself, Ji Su would still tremble unexpectedly due to the heat, and his earlobes were irritated and turned red.

However, the shaking was so subtle that Lu Dishu didn't feel it. He only felt Ji Su holding his hand - maybe because he didn't ask his opinion when holding his hand this time. Ji Su's voice when asking him was trembling:

"I...I'll take you to test it first, and then we'll enter the room, okay?"

His hands moved quickly, and when Lu Dishu heard him finish speaking, his hand was already pressed on the place where fingerprints were entered, and the next moment, the door opened.

Lu Dishu took a look at Ji Su, who was leading him into the house as expressionlessly as possible and found it a bit funny, so he asked him: "Brother, why are you walking so fast and in such a hurry?"

As soon as he said these words, Lu Dishu felt that Ji Su's walking speed had slowed down. He closed the door with his backhand and took off his coat - the temperature of his hands was obviously very low and the air conditioner was on in the room, but he kept He fanned the air with his hand, as if it was very hot. While fanning, he looked left and right:

"Well...I'm a little hot. Come in early and blow on the air conditioner."

Lu Dishu smiled and looked at Ji Su, who was looking up and down but not looking at him. He said slowly "Oh" without directly revealing Ji Su's thoughts. He took a step forward, turned around and looked at Ji Su: "Brother, When are you going to paint?”

His appearance at this time was different from other times. He was obedient and not as aggressive as before. Ji Su was confused by his good appearance again. He glanced at him in confusion and nodded: "Right away, right away." ." As he said that, he walked towards the kitchen.

Lu Dishu leaned against the dining table in the restaurant and watched Ji Su, who had not returned to his soul, walking to the refrigerator. He looked a little dazed, fearing that he might accidentally do something that would make him regret it after he returned to his soul. Lu Dishu raised his voice and asked he:

"Brother! What are you doing?"

Ji Su opened the refrigerator and picked out the contents. As he picked, he said, "Milk. What kind do you want to drink?"

Lu Dishu raised his eyebrows - Ji Su also gave him milk last time he came here. Was he treating him like a child?

"Just the same as before!"

"Oh~" Ji Su agreed. He took out the milk from the refrigerator and inserted a straw into it. Then he walked to the restaurant and handed the milk to Lu Dishu. Lu Dishu reached out to take it. He looked at the milk with the straw inserted, and looked at Ji Su who said with unclear meaning:

"Brother is so considerate~"

Ji Su blushed at his praise, turned his head and responded vaguely, then walked to the studio with the road dictionary.

To go to the studio, you need to pass by the living room. When passing by the living room, Lu Dishu glanced at it casually and found that the sofa that looked too clean and tidy when he first came was a little messy, and the atmosphere of life became much richer.

Lu Ci raised his eyebrows:

Sure enough, Mr. Ji never lived in this house before. Why did he lie to himself? Why not take yourself to the house where he spends most of his time? Any bad intentions? But it doesn't look like him to be stunned when he meets her.

He couldn't understand it, but Lu Dishu secretly remembered it - he decided to pay attention next time.

Mr. Ji's house is quite big, but both of them have long legs, so they arrived at the studio in a short time.

As soon as he entered the studio, Lu Dishu stood there and didn't know what to do. He could only watch Ji Su running to bring him a small chair and put it next to the easel by the window.

Lu Dishu looked at Ji Su innocently, and then Ji Su grabbed his shoulders and led him to a chair. Lu Dishu thought he was about to start drawing, so he sat down obediently.

Unexpectedly, after he sat down, Ji Su brought a simple small table, made a pot of scented tea, and finally brought several plates of snacks. Lu Dishu was a little restless - it didn't feel like painting at all, it felt like having afternoon tea.

He turned to look at Ji Su, who reassured him: "Come right away, come right away." He did some more scattered things, and finally sat down in front of the easel with a paint tray and a paintbrush.

Even though Ji Su had already relaxed him by serving snacks and making tea, looking at him sitting upright now, Lu Dishu still couldn't help but become nervous - he remembered:

Ji Su said that she would draw his hand, and then... she would definitely hold his hand.

Lu Dishu's body tensed up, and he was still cheering himself up in his mind, when he heard Ji Su, who seemed to be serious when he was sitting in front of the easel, and his face didn't have much expression, stretched out a hand to him, and spoke concisely. road:

"hand."