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

Lu Yu hesitated for a moment, but still got into the car.

While waiting for Song Xijin outside the fitting room, he had already checked it on his phone.

It takes about 20 minutes to drive from this shopping mall to Song Xijin's apartment.

After dropping Song Xijin off at home, his mission was complete.

Song Xijin sat in the passenger seat, and this time he fastened his seatbelt himself.

Lu Yu started the car, and the black Bentley glided smoothly out of the parking lot. The two of them didn't say much along the way, just like when they came.

Song Xijin leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and breathed evenly, looking a little tired.

Lu Yu focused on driving, occasionally glancing at the passenger seat out of the corner of his eye.

Song Xijin leaned back in her chair in a relaxed posture, and her profile had a soft and obedient look.

Lu Yu knew that when this person was awake, he was anything but obedient.

Upon entering the underground parking garage, Lu Yu parked his car in Song Xijin's designated parking space.

After the engine was turned off, the car was quiet for a moment.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to take his watch out of his pocket when Song Xijin opened his eyes and spoke:

"So much stuff, aren't you going to take it upstairs for me?"

Song Xijin unbuckled her seatbelt, turned to look at Lu Yu, and said matter-of-factly, "You want me to carry it myself?"

Lu Yu glanced at the dozen or so shopping bags in the back seat and trunk, some large, some small, some paper bags, some boxes.

It's really unrealistic to let Song Xijin carry it all by herself.

This young master's hands are more delicately maintained than a girl's; he probably feels uncomfortable carrying two bags.

If you make him run back and forth a few times, he'd probably rather leave all his stuff in the garage and forget about it.

And it's good to send it up.

He could simply put the watch down, and then Song Xijin wouldn't be able to refuse.

"Okay." Lu Yu withdrew her finger from the watch box, opened the car door, and got out.

He went to the trunk and took out the shopping bags one by one, his hands full.

Song Xijin stood by and watched him, making no attempt to lend a hand.

He even slightly stepped aside to let Lu Yu pass by him while Lu Yu was carrying things.

Elegant posture and composed movements.

The elevator went up.

Lu Yu stood in the elevator, both her hands filled with shopping bags, her body standing ramrod straight.

Song Xijin was half a step behind him, and the two figures were reflected in the mirrored inner wall of the elevator.

He looked at Lu Yu through the mirror.

He stood tall and straight, carrying more than a dozen shopping bags without changing his expression.

They're young and have good stamina.

That night, he didn't rest from beginning to end, except for him, who was almost killed by the law in the end.

Song Xijin shifted her gaze from the mirror to the constantly changing floor numbers above the elevator.

He was mentally calculating the next move in the game.

The person has already been brought up here; how could he possibly let them go?

What was he doing all that trouble for?

We went to the university town, walked along the campus paths, and went shopping.

When did Song Xijin's time become so worthless?

How naive.

With a ding, the elevator arrived.

Song Xijin opened the fingerprint lock, and the sensor light in the entryway automatically turned on.

Lu Yu neatly stacked the shopping bags on the open space next to the entrance hall:

"Mr. Song, everything is here."

He reached into his pocket and touched the dark blue velvet watch box.

I took it out, intending to place it on the storage cabinet in the entryway: "I'll leave the watch here; I'm going back to school."

"Lu Yu." Song Xijin had already walked into the living room. He turned around and sat down on the sofa, staring straight at Lu Yu. "Come here for a moment."

Lu Yu's hand froze in mid-air, the watch box still on his hands: "Mr. Song, I..."

"Come here for a second, I need to tell you something."

Lu Yu did not move.

"What, are you afraid I'll eat you up?" Song Xijin's tone was different from before.

The original commanding indifference and imperious arrogance had inexplicably faded, and even her voice had softened, carrying a hint of subtle coaxing.

Lu Yu unconsciously clenched the watch box in her hand and stepped into the living room.

He placed the watch box on the coffee table in front of the sofa: "Mr. Song, what can I do for you...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Xijin, who had been lazily leaning on the sofa, suddenly sat up straight.

The movement was so fast that Lu Yu didn't have time to react at all.

Song Xijin raised her hand and grabbed Lu Yu's clothes at the chest, clenching her fingers tightly, and pulled down sharply.

Lu Yu lost his balance and leaned forward.

He reflexively reached out and braced himself against the back of the sofa, placed his other hand on the armrest, and knelt on the edge of the sofa.

She barely managed to steady herself and avoid crashing into Song Xijin.

But this position allowed him to completely trap Song Xijin between the sofa and himself.

With arms braced on either side of Song Xijin's body, they formed a confinement from which she could not escape.

Song Xijin leaned against the sofa cushions, looking up at Lu Yu.

The distance between the two people was almost non-existent.

Song Xijin raised her arms and wrapped them around Lu Yu's neck.

His arms were long and fair, encircling Lu Yu's tanned nape.

The two skin tones overlapped, creating an inexplicably erotic effect.

He pressed Lu Yu's head down a little, then tilted his head back and leaned in.

His lips brushed against Lu Yu's earlobe, his voice low, his breath caressing Lu Yu's earlobe:

"Lu Yu..."

"Shall we do it again?"

The words that made Lu Yu blush and her breath hot against his ear made his ears twitch involuntarily.

My ears instantly felt hot.

He had planned everything meticulously, but he never expected Song Xijin to say something like that.

The last time they had sex, it was clearly his request; he was the one who initiated it.

Song Xijin wasn't very willing at first either.

He always thought that night was just a transaction for Song Xijin, nothing more.

Now, Song Xijin has actually taken the initiative to say such a thing.

Such a requirement.

Lu Yu braced his arms against the back of the sofa, his muscles involuntarily tensing.

"Mr. Song, we have already broken up."

Song Xijin's lips were still close to his ear, her hot breaths exhaling repeatedly, her presence so strong that it was impossible to ignore.

Lu Yu's voice was a few decibels lower than usual, with a barely perceptible hoarseness: "This isn't good..."

He wanted to stand up.

Song Xijin held onto his neck tightly, not letting go, but instead tightening her grip even more.

He pressed Lu Yu's head down, then turned his head so that their noses almost touched, their breaths mingling.

The air was filled with the faint scent of cedar emanating from Song Xijin.

"I didn't say we hadn't broken up," Song Xijin said in a low, husky voice. "Doing things doesn't mean we have to be together."

Lu Yu's body stiffened slightly, and he lowered his eyes to meet Song Xijin's eyes.

Those eyes, which were always cold and aloof, were now looking at him without any hesitation, their clear black and white pupils slightly magnified in the light.

Lu Yu noticed another detail in his peripheral vision.

Song Xijin's ears turned red.

These delicate earlobes, usually a cool white, were now tinged with a thin layer of pink.

Like two crystal-clear pink jades, hidden among a few strands of hair.

It's almost impossible to see unless you look closely.