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

Last night, Lu Yu explained why he left without saying goodbye, but he was too tired.

After being jostled around on the mountain road all day, and having taken a shower and eaten a full meal, she nestled in Lu Yu's arms, her eyelids feeling as heavy as lead.

The conversation has been open and honest, but the relationship remains strained.

Song Xijin is now living with Lu Yu in a murky situation, and is sleeping in the same bed with Lu Yu.

He enjoyed Lu Yu's full-service care, including cooking for him, washing his hair, applying medicine to him, and putting on his socks.

What is this?

He can never be a sex partner again.

If Lu Yu dared to utter those two words again, he would definitely bite him on the spot.

It really bit!

Lu Yu was held by Song Xijin's arm around the waist and did not break free.

He turned around in that position, with Song Xijin's arm still wrapped around his waist, and the two went from embracing from behind to being face to face.

Lu Yu raised his hand and cupped Song Xijin's face, gently rubbing his cheek with his thumb, his gaze earnest and tender.

"Do you still stand by what you said in the car last time?"

"What did you say?" Song Xijin didn't react for a moment.

They talked a lot in the car last time.

After their argument, he was rendered speechless by Lu Yu's three consecutive questions. He then returned to Hangzhou in a huff and flew back to Beijing the next day.

Lu Yu said too much in the car that time, and he didn't know which sentence the other person was referring to.

"Let's get back together." Lu Yu didn't beat around the bush.

Song Xijin was startled, her body stiffening.

Her beautiful eyes went from blank to ecstatic.

Once he realized what was happening, he immediately grabbed Lu Yu's shirt collar, as if afraid he would run away.

His fingers were clenched tightly.

"Of course it counts! What, you agree?" Song Xijin's eyes held a hint of anticipation.

Lu Yu nodded.

"Um."

He lowered his head and kissed Song Xijin on the forehead.

His lips lingered on that cool, smooth skin for several seconds before leaving.

He looked into Song Xijin's eyes, his voice gentle and deep: "Xijin, let's get back together."

Song Xijin's eyes welled up with tears, and her throat tightened.

He had finally waited for Lu Yu to say those words.

I won't call him Mr. Song, I won't keep my distance from him, and I won't say that we're just friends with benefits.

This person finally stopped pushing him away.

Song Xijin had been waiting for these words for far too long.

He had been waiting, waiting for Lu Yu to be willing to cross the line he had drawn for himself and come to him.

Fortunately, he didn't give up during this time.

"Okay, let's get back together." Song Xijin buried her face in Lu Yu's chest, her forehead against his collarbone, her voice choked, "But Lu Yu, if you dare to push me away for no reason again..."

"No, it won't." Lu Yu pressed him against her chest, placed her palm on the back of his head, and gently rubbed it a couple of times.

Song Xijin's eyelashes brushed lightly against her collarbone, still slightly warm and damp.

He didn't point it out.

"It won't happen again."

Song Xijin buried her face in his shoulder and rubbed against him, wiping all her pathetic tears onto Lu Yu's shirt.

He looked up, his eyes still a little red, his expression returning to its usual arrogance.

"You said it yourself. If there's a next time, I won't let you off the hook."

"I won't be so easy to talk to like this time, and I won't chase after you anymore, do you hear me?"

"I heard you." Lu Yu nodded and pecked him on the lips.

"Alright, let me take you to wash up first. Are you hungry? I've kept breakfast warm for you in the kitchen." Lu Yu let go of Song Xijin and took his hand to the outside of the house.

There was a simple handwashing station at the entrance, which was set up after Lu Yu arrived.

Originally, there was only an empty water pipe here, the faucet was rusty, and the water pressure was unstable.

He built a countertop with cement, covered it with clean tiles, and put a shelf next to it to store toiletries.

He poured Song Xijin a glass of water and handed him a toothbrush with toothpaste already squeezed out.

"Brush your teeth first, then I'll get you some warm water to wash your face."

Song Xijin took the toothbrush from his hand, put it in her mouth and slowly brushed, a little bit of foam overflowing from the corner of her mouth.

He stared at Lu Yu's figure.

I watched as he went inside, took out a clean basin, poured hot water from the kettle, and then took cold water from the tap to adjust the temperature.

I dipped my palm into the water several times to test the temperature, and only when I felt it was suitable did I drape a new towel over the edge of the basin.

With a toothbrush in her mouth, Song Xijin watched Lu Yu do these trivial things, thinking about everything that had happened from last night until now.

That's just how this person is.

He never says anything particularly nice, but everything he does shows how much he cares.

Song Xijin wasn't truly despicable; if Lu Yuzhen were cold and indifferent to him, he wouldn't even glance back.

"Go wash up first, I'll bring your food to your room."

"Okay," Song Xijin mumbled, her mouth full of foam.

He spat out the foam in his mouth and rinsed it with water.

After washing your face, dry it with a towel.

She went inside, grabbed Lu Yu's basic moisturizer, applied it to her face, and carefully examined herself in the small mirror hanging on the wall.

Thankfully, I slept well last night, and my dark circles have faded considerably today. My complexion is also much better than it was a few days ago.

He still has a handsome face; Lu Yu will definitely like him.

Song Xijin stepped out of the room and immediately saw the clothes he had changed out of last night hanging on the clothesline.

The grayish-purple T-shirt was rubbed clean and swayed gently in the wind.

Right next to it is the outfit Lu Yu wore yesterday.

There's no washing machine here, so Lu Yu must have washed it by hand early this morning.

His underwear was hanging there, swaying in the wind, separated from his T-shirt by only one hanger.

Song Xijin quickly looked away.

If he went back and told Tan Yao and the others about this kind of life, Tan Yao probably wouldn't believe it.

The only son of the Song family in the capital lived in an adobe house in the mountains of southwest China, bathed in a wooden basin, and brushed his teeth and washed his face while standing outside the house.

And he actually thought it was pretty good.

It's much better than when he was lying alone on a custom-made mattress in Beijing, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

When Song Xijin returned to the room, breakfast was already laid out on the table.

The breakfast was probably light to accommodate his taste.

A bowl of white porridge is cooked until soft, sticky, and the rice grains have all opened up; a small dish of pickled cabbage is tangy, fragrant, crisp, and tender.

There's also a local specialty called steamed rice cake, which is sliced ​​thinly and steamed until soft and chewy, served with a small dish of white sugar on the side.

Song Xijin sat down in the chair, picked up the porridge and took a couple of sips, then picked up a piece of pickled cabbage and ate a few pieces of steamed rice cake.

The taste was alright, but it didn't really suit his palate. He ate about half a bowl before putting down his chopsticks.

As usual, Lu Yu brought all the leftovers to himself and finished the remaining porridge and rice cakes in a few bites.

Xiao Ma moved the package he picked up yesterday to Lu Yu's side.

He was carrying a large cardboard box containing various packages that he and Luo Yichuan's assistant had picked up from town the day before.

He was about to put the cardboard box at the door and call Lu Yu to come out and get it.

Looking up, she saw the door open from the inside, and a young man followed Lu Yu out.

He had seen this face once before through the car window at the film studio.

His expression at the time was frighteningly dark.

The man was wearing a beige long-sleeved shirt that was two sizes too big, with the cuffs rolled up to reveal a slender, white wrist.

The black, fluffy fabric was soft, with a few strands fluttering in the wind.

Her face was so exquisite, it looked like she had stepped out of a fashion magazine cover.