Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's son's ex-boyfriend

Song Xijin leaned against the barrel wall, looking up at the wooden beams and roof above her.

He had never even seen such an environment before, not even in his dreams.

I never imagined in my life that I would spend the night in a place like this, taking a bath in a wooden tub and washing my hair in a plastic basin while sitting on a small stool.

For Lu Yu, he experienced everything in one night.

Song Xijin has no regrets whatsoever.

At least he met Lu Yu, and the other party did not reject him outright, nor did he push him away with a bland and distant tone.

I also made him fried rice, washed his hair, and boiled water for him to take a bath.

After taking a shower, Song Xijin dried herself with a towel, put on her pajamas, and draped the towel over the edge of the wooden tub.

As if hearing the commotion inside, Lu Yu outside gently knocked on the door twice.

"Mr. Song, are you feeling better?"

"Alright, come in."

Lu Yu, still damp from the sweat, pushed open the door and walked in.

He changed into a clean white T-shirt and gray athletic shorts, his hair still half-wet, having just taken a quick cold shower outside.

He closed the door, took a hairdryer from the cabinet, and plugged it in.

She had Song Xijin sit in a chair, and stood behind him, running her fingers through his soft hair, drying it layer by layer with the warm air.

"Mr. Song, let's go back tomorrow. The conditions here are too poor." Lu Yu's voice was lower than usual, mixed with the buzzing of the hairdryer.

"Are you kicking me out?" Song Xijin tilted her head to look at Lu Yu, her hair fluffy and soft from the hairdryer.

But in those beautiful eyes, alertness and displeasure immediately appeared.

"No, I just didn't want you to be uncomfortable," Lu Yu quickly denied.

He turned off the hairdryer, and the room immediately became quiet.

Lu Yu wanted to have a frank talk with Song Xijin tonight.

If Song Xijin's feelings are still the same as before, then he is willing to be with Song Xijin as lovers.

This time, he will not break up with Song Xijin because of any external force.

Unless Song Xijin himself got tired of it.

Just like the day he transmigrated, she felt only disgust for him and was determined to break up with him.

But his reconciliation with Song Xijin doesn't mean Song Xijin has to suffer here.

He shouldn't have been in this kind of environment in the first place.

There was no air conditioning, no readily available hot water, and no decent bathroom.

Even washing my hair requires bending over and facing a plastic basin.

Song Xijin is the only son of the Song family. He was raised in a greenhouse full of gold and jade since he was a child. He shouldn't be stuck in this mud-brick house feeding mosquitoes.

"Whether I'm comfortable or not isn't up to you to decide." Song Xijin said angrily, snatching the hair dryer from Lu Yu's hand and placing it on the table.

Turn around and look up at him.

"I'm comfortable in Beijing, but you just disappeared without a word and want to break up with me. Have you ever thought about how I feel?"

I can't sleep at night, and I've had several migraine attacks. I've gone through strips and strips of sleeping pills.

"And you? You're hiding in this remote mountain valley filming, and people bring you water every day and call you Brother Dong..."

"I'm sorry." Lu Yu brushed aside the stray hairs that were not completely dry on Song Xijin's forehead and gently ran her fingertips across his brow bone.

Use your fingertips to gather that strand of hair behind your ear.

"It's my fault for not considering your feelings."

"Lu Yu, I don't know what you saw that day, but you didn't even ask me a single question!" Song Xijin's voice choked again.

He quickly suppressed the lump in his throat.

He can't cry every time he sees Lu Yu; that would be too pathetic.

Lu Yu did not offer any explanation.

He picked up the hairdryer again, turned down the speed, and used the gentlest warm air to dry the last bit of moisture from Song Xijin's hair.

After he finished drying his hair, he put the hairdryer away and tidied up all his bath supplies.

Go over and bolt the door.

Turning my head, I saw Song Xijin sitting on the bed, scratching her neck and wrists incessantly.

Her fingernails scratched red marks on her fair skin.

The mosquito bites were even more noticeable after I had just taken a shower and the steam had dissipated.

There are several on my neck and several on my wrists, all red and swollen.

It was particularly striking against fair skin.

Lu Yu frowned, turned around and took a jar of grass-green mosquito bite ointment from the cabinet, and sat down by the bed.

"Is it very itchy?"

"It's so itchy." Song Xijin pursed her lips, looking aggrieved, and held out her wrist for him to see. "What's wrong with this mosquito? The bites aren't going away at all."

"I've been bitten by mosquitoes in Beijing before, and it gets better after a while. But the mosquitoes here leave my skin red and swollen, and the itching keeps me up at night."

Song Xijin had just finished showering, and her body still carried the faint scent of soap from the shower gel.

The mosquito bites on my body became even more red, swollen, and noticeable under the steam.

There was one right next to his Adam's apple.

Lu Yu opened the cap of the ointment and scooped a little onto her fingertip.

He raised his hand and grabbed Song Xijin's wrist, which was scratching wildly, and removed the hand from his neck.

"Don't scratch it, scratching will slow down the healing process and cause it to scab over."

"The more you scratch it, the itchier it gets, creating a vicious cycle."

Song Xijin was so itchy that her eyes welled up with tears.

It's a purely physiological reaction caused by itching.

"But it really itches."

"I know, it'll be fine in a bit. I'll put some medicine on it for you." Lu Yu released his wrist, preventing him from scratching the mosquito bites.

He dabbed a little grass-green ointment on his fingertip and first applied it to the bumps on Song Xijin's neck.

The moment the ointment touched her skin, Song Xijin took a deep breath.

It was cool, with a refreshing sensation of mint and herbs, which immediately suppressed the piercing itchiness.

Lu Yu's fingers were long and strong, and the pressure he applied to her skin was very gentle.

There was a mosquito bite right next to my Adam's apple.

He massaged the small, raised red bump in circles with his fingertips until the ointment was completely absorbed by his skin.

Song Xijin fell silent.

With his hands hanging at his sides and his neck tilted back, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

He stared at the light bulb above his head, trying to ignore the sensation of Lu Yu's fingers touching his skin.

But he couldn't do it.

After wiping his neck, he moved his hand to his wrist, applying ointment little by little to the red marks he had scratched earlier.

As Song Xijin finished wiping one hand and switched to the other, she subconsciously scratched her ankle.

Lu Yu noticed it.

He remembered that when he saw Song Xijin on set, his jeans were indeed rolled up twice, revealing a slender ankle.

Jeans paired with white casual shoes made her ankles stand out as exceptionally fair and eye-catching.

They really don't care about anything else when it comes to looking good.

When have the mosquitoes in the mountains ever seen such fragrant blood? If they don't bite them, who will they bite?

Lu Yu placed the ointment next to his knee, grasped Song Xijin's ankle, and gently lifted his calf onto his own leg.

She pushed her pajama pants up a little, revealing the red, swollen mosquito bites on her ankles.

On her fair skin, several red bumps stood out starkly, and pale blue veins were clearly visible beneath the thin skin.

With a slight throbbing of the pulse.

Lu Yu's fingertips unconsciously caressed the delicate protrusion.

The ankle bone is delicate and rounded, and the Achilles tendon is long and slender, fitting perfectly in the palm of your hand.

A shiver, like being electrocuted, shot up the back of Song Xijin's neck from where she had been touched, and she unconsciously curled her toes.

My breathing also became a beat off.

"Are you going to apply the medicine or not?" Song Xijin's voice was hoarse.