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

Lu Yu realized what was happening, withdrew her finger, and scooped out some ointment to apply to the red and swollen mosquito bites.

The tips of her ears were already bright red.

The movements were more disciplined than before. The fingertip was dipped in ointment, which was then evenly applied to the mosquito bite without lingering.

But his fingers would still touch those tiny hairs, and with each touch, Song Xijin's foot would tremble slightly on his leg.

Song Xijin wasn't much better off.

My body has been abstaining for two months, and it reacts to even the slightest touch.

Moreover, in this way.

His feet were placed on Lu Yu's thighs, and through his shorts, he could clearly feel the strong, powerful muscles beneath.

The temperature was even higher than Lu Yu's palm.

Lu Yu's fingers, coated with the cool ointment, circled around his most sensitive ankle. The alternating sensations of hot and cold sent shivers down his spine.

After applying the medicine and waiting for the ointment to dry, Lu Yu pulled down Song Xijin's trouser legs to cover his ankles.

Gently remove his leg from your own.

He put the ointment back on the cabinet and then took out another pillow from the cabinet.

Turning his head, he saw Song Xijin already lying on his bed, wearing a champagne-colored silk nightgown, her hair fluffy and soft.

My body smelled strongly of his shower gel after I had just taken a shower.

He arranged the pillows, turned off the bedside lamp, and then lay down next to Song Xijin.

The lights went out, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Without the lights, the chirping of those unknown insects outside the window became exceptionally clear.

The mattress sagged slightly from the weight of the extra person, and the two people's shoulders touched.

Following her instincts, Song Xijin snuggled closer, resting her head on Lu Yu's arm and naturally wrapping her arms around his waist.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck and rubbed it against him.

The freshly dried hair brushed against Lu Yu's chin, tickling him and carrying the refreshing minty scent of shampoo.

Lu Yu was just thinking, why is Song Xijin being so well-behaved today, not making a fuss or getting angry?

The next second, the soft flesh on his neck was grabbed in one bite.

I bit down lightly with my teeth.

It felt tingly, numb, and slightly painful.

"Lu Yu, explain yourself clearly!" Song Xijin's muffled voice came from the crook of his neck.

I was carrying the pent-up resentment of the past two months, plus the anger I'd been holding in all day.

"Why did you send that text message? Why did you leave without saying goodbye? Why did you cut ties so easily?"

"Lu Yu, what do you take me for?"

"Am I, Song Xijin, just scraps in your eyes? You think you can just throw me away like that?"

By the end, Song Xijin's voice was visibly choked with emotion.

How could I not be angry and feel wronged?

He first chased him to the university town, and then twice from Beijing to Zhejiang Province.

Now we've caught up with this dilapidated village that you can only find by zooming in to the maximum on the map.

Song Xijin had traveled more mountain roads in her entire life than in a single day, and her body was covered in mosquito bites.

You have to use a plastic basin to wash your hair and sit in a wooden tub to take a bath.

When has Song Xijin ever suffered like this?

He accepted all of this in order to see Lu Yu.

But when he thought about how Lu Yu hadn't even given him a chance to explain, unilaterally condemning the relationship to death...

He felt incredibly wronged.

Lu Yu raised his hand and touched Song Xijin's face, his palm pressed against Song Xijin's slightly cool cheek, his thumb gently brushing across the corner of his moist eyes.

Then he kissed her.

This kiss was devoid of any desire.

The tender, lingering kisses gradually swallowed Song Xijin's grievances and sobs, absorbing them all.

"I'm sorry." Lu Yu kissed Song Xijin's lips, tasting the slightly salty flavor of her tears.

I kissed his warm, moist eyelids, feeling his eyelashes tremble slightly beneath my lips.

She kissed his slightly cool forehead, her lips lingering there for a moment, silently making a promise.

Then she moved back to his lips, gently tracing and kissing them, her tongue lightly brushing over the teeth marks she had made on Song Xijin's lower lip.

"It's all my fault."

Song Xijin was completely out of anger.

After being kissed so gently, even the greatest grievances were left only with a lingering bitterness.

He cupped Lu Yu's face in his hands and gently pushed it away a little.

He couldn't see Lu Yu's expression in the darkness, but he could feel Lu Yu's warm breath.

"Don't just apologize, explain yourself." Song Xijin's voice was still a little hoarse, and her tone had changed from questioning to serious.

He's not so easily fooled.

If we don't give him a clear explanation tonight, he'll stay here and refuse to leave.

Lu Yu pondered for a long time.

The only sounds in the room were the intermittent breathing of the two people and the tireless chirping of insects and croaking of frogs outside the window.

He didn't want to reveal that he had transmigrated into the book.

Lu Yu is not afraid of being treated like a monster.

He simply couldn't bear to let Song Xijin know that he was just a character in a novel whose fate had been predetermined.

That's too cruel.

Could someone as proud as Song Xijin accept that he is a two-dimensional character whose story is pre-written?

Although Lu Yu always felt that this world was real, and that everyone had flesh and blood, their own joys and sorrows, and their own free will.

Song Xijin is a real person.

Every time he gets angry, every time he's stubborn but soft-hearted, every time he's clearly furious but still can't help snuggling into his arms.

These are all true.

This is something that no script could write.

But he couldn't make this decision for Song Xijin, and he couldn't just casually throw such an outrageous truth at him.

"I saw a news article that introduced Tan Yanshan, the heir of the Tan family."

The news report also stated that the Tan family intends to form a marriage alliance with the Song family, and the marriage partner is Mr. Song.

"Later, when I returned to Beijing, I wanted to surprise you by picking out a gift for you at SKP."

I saw Mr. Tan on the third floor of SKP, sitting right across from you. You two seemed to be talking about something. I was standing outside the cafe at the time and couldn't hear what you were saying.

"But the way Mr. Tan looked at you, and the way you two sat together..."

"I thought that if the Tan and Song families were really going to have a marriage alliance, then it wouldn't be appropriate for me to show up again."

Lu Yu unconsciously stroked Song Xijin's back with her fingers. "I originally wanted to go over and ask him, but I was afraid that if I asked, I would get an answer I didn't want to hear."

"So..."

Song Xijin grabbed Lu Yu's collar: "You didn't ask me anything, you didn't even ask me one question!"

"Just ask me one question, 'Who is this Tan Yanshan?' and I'll tell you everything."

He's my childhood friend's cousin, we have absolutely no relation. I only met him that day to discuss chip business. Later, he tried to blackmail me into getting engaged to him using the business deal, and I gave him a piece of my mind before he slunk away.

"It's such a simple thing, but you didn't ask me. You just kept thinking about it on your own, and then deleted me without saying a word."

Song Xijin's tone carried an accusatory tone that came from extreme anger that had somehow subsided into calm.

Actually, he had already guessed this explanation.

That day, when I saw the gift Lu Yu sent, I also found out that the purchase time matched the time he met with Tan Yanshan.

He then recounted the entire story in great detail.

Song Xijin was just angry that Lu Yu didn't believe him.

Even just asking a question? Giving him a chance to explain?