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

"Yes, so it's all my fault. I didn't ask and just chose to leave on my own."

"I'm sorry," Lu Yu apologized sincerely.

He leaned forward slightly, nuzzling Song Xijin's nose affectionately with the tip of his own, and tightened his grip on Song Xijin's waist.

"Can Mr. Song forgive me?"

Song Xijin came here this time wanting an explanation.

He originally planned to give Lu Yu a good scolding when he saw him, and pour out all the grievances and anger he had accumulated over the past two months.

But when I finally saw him, I noticed he was thin and dark-skinned, living in such a dilapidated place, and cooking for himself every day.

He didn't utter a single curse.

Now Lu Yu is so good at admitting her mistake, her voice is so gentle, and she's even rubbing her nose against him.

Song Xijin had lost all her anger.

All that gas was rubbed away.

"We'll see how you behave in the future." He turned his face to the side, deliberately preventing Lu Yu from getting close.

But the hand around Lu Yu's waist didn't loosen at all.

"Okay." Lu Yu pecked Song Xijin's moist lips, a fleeting touch like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Then she stepped back slightly, looked into his eyes, and asked, "Do you want me to perform now?"

Song Xijin's face flushed.

He wasn't the only one who missed them after two months apart.

He also has needs.

After meeting him today, Lu Yu cooked for him, washed his hair, and applied medicine to his wounds.

She had just kissed him so gently; his body had already reacted.

But he was really too tired today.

After several hours on a plane and then several hours on bumpy mountain roads, my bones felt like they were about to fall apart.

My whole body aches and aches, and I don't want to move at all.

If he were to do that kind of thing in that state, he would probably be paralyzed like a dead fish the whole time.

Should we let Lu Yu eat at a buffet?

That would be such a loss.

Song Xijin buried her face in Lu Yu's neck, her voice muffled and sleepy:

"I'm so tired today, I'll do it tomorrow."

"If you don't perform well tomorrow, I'll be heading back to Beijing first thing the day after tomorrow."

"Okay." Lu Yu also felt sorry for Song Xijin, who was too tired.

When he says "tomorrow," you can tell he's not angry anymore.

If I were really angry, I wouldn't let him touch me anymore, and I certainly wouldn't be snuggling in his arms.

Lu Yu pulled the person in his arms a little tighter, gently stroking his back with his fingers, as if coaxing a cat that had finally calmed down.

The chirping of insects outside the window sounded like an off-key mountain nocturne, with the occasional bark of a dog in the distance.

It was quickly swallowed up by silence again.

Song Xijin quickly fell asleep in Lu Yu's arms.

This was the first time he had fallen asleep so quickly without sleeping pills since Lu Yu left without saying a word.

Lu Yu's fingers were still gently patting his back, one pat at a time.

He listened to the person in his arms breathing more and more evenly, occasionally letting out a soft hum.

He rested his chin on Song Xijin's head and closed his eyes.

The next morning, Song Xijin woke up groggily and reached out to touch the side.

As he expected, it was empty again.

His fingers traced patterns on the sheets, touching only the now-cold cotton fabric and the pillow that Lu Yu had shoved into his arms.

Song Xijin was already used to it and didn't feel particularly disappointed.

Lu Yu must have gotten up before dawn to go filming again; he works like a madman.

He propped up the pillow in his arms, leaned against the headboard, and prepared to check the time on his phone.

There was a noise coming from the doorway.

The wooden door creaked open from the outside, and Lu Yu walked in, wearing a light blue long-sleeved shirt and khaki casual pants.

The shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing well-defined forearms, and the hands still smelled damp from just washing them.

Song Xijin's eyes lit up, and she jumped up from the pillow.

"You didn't go to film a movie?"

Lu Yu wiped her hands on a towel by the door.

"We finished filming our scenes this morning, so we came back early."

It's past ten o'clock now, and he figured Song Xijin should be awake by now.

After the two of them had finished their previous activities, Song Xijin was able to sleep until noon. Since they didn't do anything last night, she should have woken up earlier than usual.

Lu Yu walked to Song Xijin's suitcase, opened it, took out a set of clean clothes for him, and placed them by the bed.

A light-colored linen short-sleeved shirt and a pair of dark gray casual pants.

Then she took out a pair of unopened mid-calf socks from her suitcase, and a beige long-sleeved shirt.

After Song Xijin changed his clothes, Lu Yu sat down on the edge of the bed and put both of his feet on her lap.

I carefully examined my ankle.

The mosquito bites from last night have deflated, the swelling and redness have subsided, leaving only faint red dots.

It still stands out against fair skin.

Lu Yu gently touched the red dots with his fingertips, his nails were neatly trimmed, and his fingertips had a thin layer of calluses.

When it brushes against the skin, it creates a slightly rough feel.

"Is it still itchy?"

Song Xijin shook her head awkwardly, "...It doesn't itch anymore."

The ointment Lu Yu applied last night was quite effective; it felt cool and refreshing when applied, and the red bumps were completely gone when he woke up this morning.

Lu Yu picked up the mid-calf socks next to her, stretched the tops open, and prepared to put them on Song Xijin.

Song Xijin looked down and saw that the socks were white cotton socks, with the cuffs reaching up to the calves.

It doesn't match his shoes at all.

He was a little unhappy and pulled his foot back: "These socks are too ugly, I'm not wearing them."

"Where did you find this? I didn't have this in my suitcase."

Lu Yu grabbed Song Xijin's ankle as he tried to escape, his fingers encircling the well-defined knuckles of his ankle. The force was just enough to prevent him from breaking free.

"Do you still want to get bitten by mosquitoes today? Mountain mosquitoes love biting your fair and tender skin."

"Yesterday I stood on set for a while wearing cropped pants with my ankles exposed and got bitten several times. If I wear them again today, I'll be so itchy I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Song Xijin's face fell, and she stopped struggling.

He reluctantly put his feet back on Lu Yu's lap, letting Lu Yu put the socks on his feet.

Pull the socks up to above the ankle, then carefully pull down the pant legs to cover the sock tops.

They were dressed very appropriately.

Song Xijin got out of bed, and Lu Yu put her beige long-sleeved shirt on him.

The shirt was two sizes too big, hanging loosely on Song Xijin, with the shoulder line drooping down and the sleeves too long, covering the back of her hands.

Lu Yu rolled up his sleeves twice, revealing his slender, white wrists.

Picking up the mosquito repellent spray from the bedside table, I sprayed it twice on Song Xijin's ankles, collar, and cuffs.

The fine mist of the spray carries a faint scent of mugwort and mint, and feels cool and refreshing on the skin.

"Is it really necessary to go to such lengths?" Song Xijin felt that Lu Yu was making a mountain out of a molehill.

He was wrapped up tightly in socks, long sleeves, and mosquito repellent, looking like a rice dumpling.

He was actually quite pleased with himself.

Especially when Lu Yu was putting socks on him just now, his slightly rough fingertips accidentally touched the soles of his feet, and the feeling was both tingly and numb.

It almost made him instinctively pull his leg back.

Now they treat him like a child, spraying him with mosquito repellent so carefully, not only on his collar and cuffs, but also bending down to spray his ankles twice more.

Lu Yu put down the mosquito repellent, looked up at him, and said in a flat tone, "Who was itching last night? Their eyes were so red from the itching."

Song Xijin's cheeks flushed, and she remained silent.

He pursed his lips, pretending to be very interested in the rechargeable table lamp in the corner.

Lu Yu took Song Xijin's hand, her fingers slipping between his and naturally interlocking.

"Come on, let me take you out to wash up."

Song Xijin did not follow him immediately.

He wrapped his arms around Lu Yu's waist from behind, his two arms tightly encircling that lean and strong waist, his face pressed against Lu Yu's back.

Feel the temperature and contours of the muscles underneath.

"Lu Yu, what is our relationship now?"