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

Lu Yu lay on her side, her arm wrapped around Song Xijin's shoulder.

Her fingers idly stroked his back, trying to soothe the trembling body beneath her.

Young and hot-blooded college students, given the chance, really went after him to the extreme.

In those last ten minutes or so, Lu Yu suddenly became like a wound-up toy, and Song Xijin almost thought she was going to die in bed.

He could barely cry anymore.

Knowing that asking this person was useless, Lu Yu would simply pretend not to hear.

Song Xijin had no choice but to grit her teeth and bear it.

After Lu Yu felt the body in his arms slowly relax, he said, "Mr. Song, let me carry you to take a bath."

Upon hearing this address again, Song Xijin was too lazy to even stay angry.

That person is just pretending.

When I called him Xijin in bed just now, that hoarse, rough voice could drown him.

Each whisper was right next to his ear, making his bones feel like they were melting.

Now that it's all done, he's back to being Mr. Song.

Okay, Lu Yu, keep pretending.

He wanted to see how long Lu Yu could keep up the act.

"Um."

Song Xijin responded with her eyes closed.

Although he felt uncomfortable with Lu Yu calling him that, he had no strength left.

Let alone walking, even lifting a finger is difficult.

Lu Yu took a few breaths, got up from the bed, bent down and scooped Song Xijin up from the bed, carrying her into the bathroom.

The showerhead sprayed warm water, and steam quickly filled the entire bathroom.

Song Xijin's legs were so weak they felt like two noodles, and she couldn't stand up at all.

She could only cling to Lu Yu, her arms around his neck, her face buried in the crook of his neck, letting Lu Yu do whatever he wanted.

Lu Yu squeezed out some shower gel, lathered it up, and carefully washed Song Xijin's body again.

They didn't even spare the sides of the waist and the groin.

When he got to a certain spot, Song Xijin groaned and nudged him with her elbow:

"Be gentle..."

Lu Yu slowed down the pressure of her hands, gently massaged it a couple of times, and tactfully changed position.

After they had both washed up, Lu Yu wrapped Song Xijin in a bath towel and carried her back to bed.

He walked to the bedside, bent down and gently placed the person on the mattress, his movements careful and tender.

Song Xijin sank into the soft mattress, wrapped in a bath towel, and turned over to look at Lu Yu.

Lu Yu stood by the bed and began to get dressed, while Song Xijin squinted at him.

Lu Yu was still wearing the same outfit she had worn during the day: a white T-shirt and black pants.

He stood by the bed, picked up the T-shirt draped over the back of the chair, and put it on smoothly.

After putting it on, he bent down, picked up the canvas bag from the ground, and slung it across his body.

They're getting ready to leave.

Song Xijin knew that he couldn't stop them this time.

Last time, Lu Yu ran away in the middle of the night without even saying hello, but this time he's right under his nose.

It wasn't considered sneaking away.

If you stop me again, Lu Yu will probably be unhappy.

If you push someone too far, they might just avoid you again.

After he finished, he left, and Song Xijin couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart.

I feel a little uncomfortable, but not that uncomfortable.

After all, this time is different from the last time.

He thought that was the last time, but when he woke up and couldn't see anyone, he felt empty inside.

This time...

Lu Yu personally said it would only be this once, and Song Xijin agreed.

But once there is one, there will be two, and once there are two, there will be three.

Did Lu Yu really think this was the last time?

Naive.

If Song Xijin made him run away once, would he make him run away a second time?

I'll bear with it for now.

"Your clothes are in such a state, how are you going to wear them?" Song Xijin asked, her voice hoarse. "There are clothes in your size among the clothes I bought today, go and get a set to wear."

Lu Yu looked down at the white T-shirt she was wearing.

I sweated a lot in the afternoon and was steamy in the bathroom for a long time, so I didn't feel very refreshed.

He then remembered that when Song Xijin bought clothes at the mall, she asked for two sets of clothes one size larger and size 44 shoes.

It turns out that the clothes were bought for him.

When did Young Master Song remember his size so clearly?

Lu Yu felt a subtle shift in his emotions for a moment, but he didn't dwell on it and simply nodded.

Consider these clothes as payment for today; he put in a lot of effort just now.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Song."

Lu Yu walked into the living room and rummaged through the pile of shopping bags in the entryway.

The two outfits, which were a size too big, were packed separately in two bags by the salesperson. He opened one of them and found a brand new white shirt and a pair of dark gray trousers inside.

The shirt was made of a very comfortable material, smooth to the touch, and the price tag made him raise an eyebrow.

He tore off the label and put on a shirt and trousers.

The pants are the perfect length, and the waistband fits well too.

Song Xijin really remembered his size very accurately.

After changing her clothes, Lu Yu hesitated for a moment in the living room.

Should we go and tell Song Xijin?

Just now in the bathroom, Song Xijin was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open, and she might have fallen asleep by now.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Yu still felt that he should say hello.

It was his choice to leave without saying goodbye last time, but now that he has agreed, he should give an explanation.

He walked back to the master bedroom door and glanced inside.

Song Xijin leaned against the headboard, her head tilted to one side, her hair half-dry and sticking out, her breathing even.

She looks like she's asleep.

Lu Yu walked over quietly and bent down by the bed.

With one hand supporting Song Xijin's back, and the other hand flattening the pillow, he slowly lowered her down.

Song Xijin's body was limp and offered no resistance, allowing him to do as he pleased.

When her head hit the pillow, she let out a muffled hum.

Lu Yu put the person down and was about to get up.

A hand grabbed him, long, slender, fair fingers gripping his wrist.

Lu Yu lowered his head, and Song Xijin opened his eyes.

The bedside lamp shone on his face, and his usually indifferent eyes looked somewhat dazed.

She had just cried a lot, and there were still faint red marks at the corners of her eyes, with a few tiny drops of water on her eyelashes.

He lay there on his back, holding Lu Yu's wrist with one hand, looking up at him.

"Lu Yu," Song Xijin said, her voice slightly detached, her arrogance undiminished, "remove me from the blacklist."

Lu Yu lowered her eyes to look at Song Xijin, pursed her lips, and said, "Mr. Song, I think we will have no further contact in the future."

A hint of displeasure flashed in Song Xijin's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

He still held Lu Yu's hand, showing no intention of letting go.

"What? You're afraid I'll harass you?"

As he spoke, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. "I've never been blocked by anyone in my entire life."

He said this with such self-righteousness, as if he wasn't asking for help, but rather demanding someone else's responsibility.

Lu Yu realized that Song Xijin wasn't reluctant to part with him, but rather couldn't stand being blocked.

This young master has probably never been treated like this in his entire life.

My WeChat account has been deleted and I've been blocked. My phone number has also been blocked.

This experience of being completely erased is probably harder for him to accept than the breakup itself.

"Okay." Lu Yu didn't argue anymore and took out his phone.

In front of Song Xijin, he opened WeChat, went into the blacklist of contacts, and found Song Xijin's profile picture.

He clicked on it and selected to remove it from the blacklist.

"The same goes for the phone." Song Xijin stared at his phone screen.

Lu Yu then opened the phone settings and removed Song Xijin's number from the blacklist.

"Don't you dare block me again." Song Xijin was finally satisfied, but her voice was still hoarse, and her tone had returned to its imperious manner.

"Alright, Mr. Song." Lu Yu put his phone back in his pocket. "May I go now?"