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

Seeing Lu Yu take a half step back, Song Xijin felt a surge of irritation again.

In the past, whenever Lu Yu had the chance to be with him, she would want to stick her whole body to him.

She made up various excuses to get close to him and touch him, wanting to have physical contact with him.

Now, it's like getting an electric shock if you touch him.

I wish I could jump three meters away immediately.

This feeling made Song Xijin very uncomfortable.

"Since you don't have any, then have a meal with me." Song Xijin swallowed her anger and softened her tone. "I'll let you go after we eat."

He now truly realized that Lu Yu wasn't faking it.

He really wanted to break free and leave himself.

Those eyes, which were once greedy and superficial, were now so calm and clear that they stung him.

It seems that to Lu Yu, Song Xijin is no different from a stranger.

You think you can just walk away after sleeping with him? Not so easy.

Song Xijin sneered inwardly.

However, he also knew he couldn't push Lu Yu too hard. After all, Lu Yu was young, and a 21-year-old college student was at the age when he was full of ambition.

If pushed too far, they might really turn around and leave, never to look back.

Let's stabilize the situation first.

It's just a meal; we'll talk about what's done after we finish eating.

Lu Yu glanced into Song Xijin's eyes.

These eyes are still as beautiful as ever, with clear black and white pupils, slightly upturned corners, and thick, long eyelashes.

Besides his usual aloofness and arrogance, there was something else about him.

Lu Yu didn't want to delve into it further.

He looked away. He would have dinner with Song Xijin today, give her the watch, and then there would be no more connection between them.

"it is good."

Upon hearing this word, Song Xijin felt a slight relief from the tightness in her chest.

However, he did not show any joy and simply grunted in response without expression.

He turned around and continued walking towards the school gate.

The two figures were seen leaving by several heads poking out of the dormitory windows behind them.

Zhao Mingyu watched the two figures walk further and further away downstairs, muttering to himself, "I knew that kid was playing me."

Then he pulled his head back in.

Upon arriving at the school gate, Song Xijin went straight to the driver's seat.

When he reached the car door, he paused, turned back to look at Lu Yu, and asked, "Can you drive?"

"Yes." Lu Yu nodded.

The original owner got his driver's license in his sophomore year of college; he could drive in his previous life too.

"Then you drive." Song Xijin shoved the car keys into Lu Yu's hand, walked around the front of the car, and stood still next to the passenger seat.

Lu Yu, holding the car keys, was somewhat taken aback.

Seeing Song Xijin standing motionless by the passenger side door, he understood.

The man was waiting for him to open the car door for him.

He walked over and opened the passenger door, blocking it with his hand along the top edge of the door.

Song Xijin lifted her eyelids and glanced at him, her eyes conveying the message that he knew what was good for him, before lowering her head and getting into the passenger seat.

Lu Yu found it somewhat amusing.

This person is sometimes really like a proud cat, showing its claws for no reason and getting angry at the drop of a hat.

He's not short at all, but when he gets fierce, his eyes are quite intimidating.

But if you look at him a couple more times, you'll find that his intimidation is all fake.

Song Xijin is like a house cat that has been pampered too much; she has never truly harmed anyone.

Lu Yu closed the passenger door, walked around to the driver's seat, opened the door, and got in.

The interior of the black Bentley was similar to what he remembered: all-black leather seats, spotless interior, and a faint woody fragrance.

Lu Yu started the car, fastened his seatbelt, and glanced at the passenger seat.

Song Xijin was not wearing her seatbelt.

"Mr. Song, please fasten your seatbelt," Lu Yu reminded him.

Song Xijin leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes, hummed in agreement, and didn't move.

Lu Yu waited two seconds, then reminded him again, "Mr. Song, please fasten your seatbelt first."

Song Xijin simply closed her eyes even tighter, leaned back on the pillow, and breathed evenly.

Even with his eyes closed, he could feel Lu Yu's gaze on his face, and his ears involuntarily burned.

Since Lu Yu slept with him, he deserves to serve him.

Having no other choice, Lu Yu unbuckled her seatbelt, turned sideways, and leaned towards the passenger seat.

He braced his right hand on the left edge of Song Xijin's seat and reached out with his left hand to hook the seatbelt.

The Bentley's interior was spacious, and the distance between the driver's seat and the passenger seat was not narrow. When he leaned over, his upper body was almost suspended directly above Song Xijin's body.

The fabric of the T-shirt draped down, barely brushing against the back of Song Xijin's hand resting on the armrest.

Lu Yu smelled the familiar cedar scent on Song Xijin, which was a little stronger than usual.

Perhaps it's because of this close proximity that any smell is amplified.

At that moment, Song Xijin suddenly opened her eyes.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Lu Yu's profile, magnified several times.

Thick eyelashes, a delicate and high nose bridge, and a perfectly angular jawline.

Looking at it from this angle is more visually impactful than looking at it from the front.

His skin was in great condition, with the clean texture of a young man, and his pores were so fine that they were almost invisible.

His eyelashes drooped, occasionally trembling slightly as he focused on getting the seatbelt, casting a shadow on his lower eyelids.

Song Xijin's breath caught in her throat for a moment.

Lu Yu hadn't noticed him opening his eyes yet when his fingers finally reached for the seatbelt.

When I pulled it outwards, the strap got stuck, probably because it was caught on the edge of the seat.

He had to lean forward a little more, his arm brushing against Song Xijin's waist.

The silk shirt was so thin it was almost invisible.

Lu Yu's arm touched Song Xijin's waist through the silk, and he felt the muscles underneath tighten slightly.

Song Xijin stood stiffly, a smug smile playing on her lips as if her scheme had succeeded.

Lu Yu finally pulled out the seatbelt, straightened up, and inserted the buckle into the lock.

He sat back in the driver's seat, fastened his seatbelt, and started the car.

The engine gave a deep roar, and the lights on the instrument panel lit up and then went dark again.

He placed his hands on the steering wheel, looking straight ahead: "Mr. Song, where to?"

Song Xijin casually gave an address; it was a private restaurant that he had saved in his navigation app before, so it was a history record.

That shop is near the East Second Ring Road, not close to the university town; it normally takes almost 40 minutes to drive there.

Lu Yu retrieved the navigation history, set the route, and the black Bentley smoothly glided into the lane.

The street scene outside the car window kept receding.

Song Xijin leaned back in the passenger seat, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror.

He was watching Lu Yu's face as he drove.

This person is so serious about everything he does. When driving, his eyes are always fixed on the road ahead, and his hands are gripping the steering wheel in a very standard way.

Even that night in bed, he was incredibly serious from beginning to end.

He was patient and meticulous in the foreplay, and he was able to promptly notice and respond to my every reaction.

Only in the latter half of the process did this person begin to deviate from the norm and become unruly.

He just wanted to enjoy himself.

Song Xijin still remembers the moment when she lost control for a fleeting instant at the crucial last moment.

That fleeting expression, coupled with the overwhelming pleasure, caused his body to convulse uncontrollably.