Hundreds of ways for the protagonist to seduce cannon fodder

Huo An didn't refuse, he said "Yeah", grabbed Lu Dishu's shoulders and controlled the character to run forward.

Lu Dishu watched him control the characters and asked him: "Brother, do you want to find your teammates then?"

Huo An glanced at the status of his teammates, casually took a gun to make up for the dying opponent, picked up supplies and said: "If my teammates come to me, they will come together. If they don't come to me, they will come alone."

"Oh." Lu Dishu responded. He tapped one foot and looked at the screen. Huo An glanced at him, turned his gaze back to the computer, and said, "Sit on my lap. Aren't you tired like this?"

Lu Dishu shook his head: "I'm a little heavy."

Huo An looked at him: "I'm a man. He's 25 years old and can bear it. Sit down. He's not that weak."

"Oh, oh." Huo An said that, and Lu Dishu no longer had to tap his feet to support his body. He sat on Huo An and watched him enter the house and quickly search for supplies.

"Brother, you are so fast! I didn't even notice that you had already finished searching."

Huo An casually clicked on the keyboard to pick up supplies: "It's really fast when searching for supplies. After all, the hand speed is there."

When he said this, Lu Dishu thought of his hand speed of 600 APM per minute again. Thinking of his scumbag hand speed, he couldn't help but ask: "Brother, have you practiced your hand speed or not?"

Huo An looked at Lu Cishu's long and white hands from the corner of his eye: "I have practiced."

"Then..." Lu Dishu's eyes were filled with stars, and he was about to ask: "Can you teach me?" when he heard Huo An add without emotion: "It was more than 400 per minute before I practiced hand speed."

It turned out to be a gift, so Lu Dishu kept silent.

Huo An glanced at the withered road dictionary and gently curved his lips: "I can show you how to feel it. Maybe your hand speed will become faster by then."

Lu Dishu looked like a fool at this time: "Really?!" He asked: "How can you let me feel it?"

Huo An's eyes fell on the keyboard and he raised his chin: "Well... put your hands up."

Lu Dishu put his hands on the keyboard. There are fingers for typing on a computer. He knew this, but Huo An's hands had already been placed on those places. How could he put his hands there now?

Seeing his dazed look, thinking that he would be able to touch him soon, Huo An reminded him with a smile: "Put it on my hand."

"Oh." Lu Dishu responded. He put his hand on Huo An's hand and gently squeezed it without letting the man bear the weight of his hand. Feeling the subtle but fast movements of his hand, Lu Dishu found it strange. , said: "You are so fast."

Huo An paused.

His pause was too obvious. Lu Dishu felt it. Later he realized that what he said was ambiguous, and he coughed awkwardly: "I meant hand speed."

Huo An raised his eyebrows: "Yeah."

Lu Dishu changed the subject: "Brother, why are your hands so cold?" His hand gently touched Huo An to feel the speed of his typing on the keyboard. Naturally, the contact was inevitable. The temperature of Lu Dishu's body was always relatively hot, and he By comparison, the temperature of Huo An's hands was obviously freezing.

Although it was quite comfortable, it was obviously not quite right. Lu Dictionary would like to express your polite concern.

Huo An raised his fingers and felt the hot temperature coming from the back of his hand: "I'm cold. It doesn't matter."

"Oh." Lu Dishu had a sudden thought: "It would be great if our physiques were mixed half the time. You are so cold and I am so hot. It would be just right if we mix together." He turned to look at Huo An: "Look, I am so cold." It’s not even hot to look at you anymore.”

He turned his head without warning. Huo An had no time to look away at this time. He could only lower his eyes to avoid Lu Dishu's gaze.

As expected, Lu Dishu didn't see the emotion in his eyes. He could only see Huo An's cold white skin, long and slightly curved eyelashes, and some pale and chapped lips.

Quite good looking. It could be even better. Fascinated, Lu Dishu asked him: "Do you want to drink water? I think your lips are a little dry."

Huo An glanced at him - pay attention to his lips? He felt that the starting point that was far away from the end was finally moving forward a little bit. He had a strange smile on his face, stroked his lips, and looked at Lu Dishu without speaking.

His action was a bit confusing. Huo An's hands were very white and skinny, with distinct knuckles and neatly trimmed nails. At this moment, he brought them to his lips and touched them. With his eyes, Lu Dishu felt like his blood was flowing for some reason. Hot.

Lu Dishu didn't know what this was, he just thought he was getting hot again.

He hurriedly turned his head to look at the computer in order to avoid Huo An like this. However, he was sitting on Huo An's lap and couldn't hide far. He looked at his face and ignored his body before, but suddenly he lowered his head and See his white neck and delicate collarbone.

He almost wanted to get up in embarrassment, but then Huo An's hand gently resting on the keyboard seemed to block Lu Dishu's way out again. Lu Dishu sat motionless on his lap, looking straight ahead, and asked:

"Brother, do you want some water?"

Huo An chuckled softly, not wanting to be too obvious. He tilted his head and looked at the road dictionary attached to him: "You want to get it for me?"

Lu Dishu looked up, saw his chapped lips, and said matter-of-factly, "Absolutely." Aren't his lips dry?

"Oh." Huo An took his hand off the keyboard and said, "Then just take a carton of milk. The milk is over there." Huo An pointed.

Lu Dishu saw it. He stood up and walked a few steps to the milk carton. He bent down and took out a carton of milk and inserted a straw into it. Huo An diverted his attention:

"Aren't you going to drink it? There is a lot of milk. I can't tell how long it will stay here. If you don't drink it, I will forget to take it out and put it in the living room. It will expire and I will have to throw it away."

Lu Dishu took the time to think, and it turned out that he really thought Huo Quan would not enter his room.

He shook his head: "I don't want to drink it now." Lu Dishu put the milk on Huo An's right side. He stood behind him and looked at Huo An, who was licking his bag: "Have you met someone?"

"Yeah. It's quite gloomy." Huo An asked someone to inject some medicine, then turned to look at the road dictionary: "Sit down?"

"..." Lu Dishu was silent: "No way. It affects your game. There are still 23 people in such a small circle." In fact, this is only one reason.

Huo An really didn't seem to notice Lu Dishu's polite refusal. He simply ignored the man who was still running hard with his head against the wall and turned to look at him: "If you can eat chicken, you can eat chicken no matter what you do. If you can't eat chicken, you can work hard... …”

Lu Dishu was about to laugh at his words: Are you sure he didn't say that there is only one possibility for this game and it won't affect him? He looked up at Huo An, who met his eyes and smiled: "Yes."

Seeing Huo An smiling, Lu Dishu also smiled: "That's okay. You can sit on my lap. Will it affect your game play?"

Lu Dishu felt that he felt strange before because he was uncomfortable sitting on someone's lap for the first time. Huo An solved the problem by sitting on his lap.

He looked at Huo An, and if Huo An didn't object and it wouldn't affect the game operation, just do it. Huo An refused. He could just stand, but he couldn't lie down on the bed and play with his mobile phone.

With this thought, he no longer had any worries. Lu Dishu looked at Huo An. Meeting their gazes, Huo An stood up:

"I'm very adaptable, so I can do anything."