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

Song Xijin walked to the bedside table, bent down, and opened the drawer.

There was nothing there.

The empty drawer contained only a hotel-standard notepad and a pencil; there wasn't even an extra plastic bag.

Nothing was prepared.

Song Xijin looked at the empty drawer and remained silent for a moment.

He's going to spend the night here, and Lu Yu hasn't prepared anything...

This shows that Lu Yu has indeed not brought anyone back to his room in the past month.

He was very satisfied with this conclusion, but it was immediately overshadowed by another thought.

If nothing is prepared, how much suffering will he endure later?

Song Xijin could tell that Lu Yu was actually a greenhorn, having only done it twice, and his skills were just so-so.

However, Lu Yu was patient and gentle enough in the early stages of the first two times, and the foreplay was long and meticulous, so he didn't suffer too much.

But no matter what, the things that are supposed to be there still need to be there.

Without it, no matter how patient you are with foreplay, you'll suffer later.

Without changing his expression, Song Xijin opened the food delivery app on his phone, entered a few keywords in the search box, and began to carefully select options.

He found it troublesome and too lazy to compare prices, so he simply sorted them by price from highest to lowest and bought the most expensive ones.

After making the purchase, he locked his phone, put it back in his pocket, and looked completely at ease.

After taking a shower, Lu Yu put on a T-shirt and shorts, and walked out of the bathroom while drying her hair with a towel.

His hair was fluffy again after washing, and his wet bangs hung down in front of his forehead, covering the patch of skin that had been reddened by the hood.

Lu Yu looked up at Song Xijin and saw him put his phone back in his pocket.

Song Xijin sat on the edge of the bed, her expression seemingly normal, but for some reason her ears were a little red.

"Are you done washing?" Song Xijin asked.

"Hmm." Lu Yu draped the towel around her neck and noticed that Song Xijin's ears were even redder than before.

He didn't ask any further questions.

Song Xijin felt a little uncomfortable under Lu Yu's gaze. She stood up from the bedside and took two steps toward the bathroom.

"I want to take a shower too."

Although he wasn't sitting directly in the sun on set, the temperature was so high that he still broke out in a light sweat.

He doesn't sweat much; he's not prone to sweating.

Unlike Lu Yu, whose costume was completely soaked after a fight scene.

But for him, even a thin layer of sweat was uncomfortable enough.

Song Xijin is used to taking two showers a day. After arriving in Zhejiang Province, she took a bus to the film set without stopping and stayed on set for several hours. Now she feels uncomfortable all over.

Lu Yu nodded and led him to the bathroom door.

He bent down and took out the hotel hairdryer from the cabinet under the sink, placed it on the counter, laid out the non-slip mat, and then adjusted the water temperature of the shower head to a suitable level to test it.

Then take your shampoo and shower gel from the shelf and place them in a prominent position.

There was only one pair of waterproof slippers on the bathroom floor.

Song Xijin glanced down at the slippers; they were gray plastic and must have been brought by Lu Yu herself.

He didn't say anything, took off his shoes, and put his feet in.

Lu Yu's slippers were more than one size larger than his usual size, and they were a bit loose.

His feet were white and thin, with distinct joints, and his ankles were exceptionally delicate and beautiful. His Achilles tendons were long, and the pale blue veins were faintly visible under his skin.

Stepping into Lu Yu's old slippers that he had worn for several months created a strong visual impact.

Lu Yu closed the bathroom door for him.

Song Xijin took off her clothes and stood under the shower.

Hot water poured down from above, and steam quickly filled the entire bathroom.

He picked up Lu Yu's shampoo; it wasn't a big brand, just the most ordinary mint-scented shampoo you could buy in a supermarket.

Squeeze a little into your palm, lather it up, and apply it to your hair.

The cool sensation of the mint gave his scalp a slight tingling, which felt very comfortable.

After washing her hair, Song Xijin picked up Lu Yu's shower gel.

It's a regular brand, with a light soap scent. There's no fancy artificial fragrance; it's just the clean, fresh smell you should have after a shower.

When he finished showering and turned off the water, he reached for a towel and realized something was wrong.

He didn't bring any clothes.

The silk shirt and casual pants I just took off were damp with sweat and covered in dust from the film set.

It's better to let him go out naked than to make him put them back on.

But he can't really go out naked, can he?

Song Xijin stood in the bathroom for a while, her wet hair still dripping water.

Water droplets slid down her collarbone to her abdomen, then flowed down along her slender, beautiful muscle lines.

He glanced at the shelf above the sink.

Two bath towels were hanging there.

One of them was a dry, white bath towel, standard hotel fare, neatly folded.

The other one was dark gray, somewhat damp, and casually draped over the crossbar of the shelf, with a few water stains still clinging to the edge.

Previously, Song Xijin would never have used hotel bath towels.

He felt uncomfortable just thinking about how many people had used the hotel's amenities.

But now, looking at the dry bath towel, he hesitated for a moment, then looked at the slightly damp bath towel that Lu Yu had used next to it.

In the end, Song Xijin reached out and pulled off the bath towel that Lu Yu had used.

He himself didn't know what was wrong with him.

It seems that Lu Yu doesn't have any germaphobia when it comes to anything related to him.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) is indeed a psychological problem.

He didn't mind that Lu Yu had slept in the same bed, and he felt it was only natural that Lu Yu ate his leftovers.

Now, he can even wrap himself in the bath towel that Lu Yu used to wipe his body without hesitation.

He dried himself off with a towel.

After thinking for a moment, instead of folding the towel and putting it back, I wrapped it around my waist and tied a knot at my hip.

Song Xijin pushed open the door, walked out wearing slippers, and was still damp.

Lu Yu was standing at the door.

He was holding a set of clothes in his hand, a white shirt and dark gray casual pants, neatly folded.

Song Xijin looked down and recognized the outfit.

It's from the batch I bought at the mall last time, the set one size larger.

That night, Lu Yu left his house wearing this outfit.

When Lu Yu joined the crew, she brought all her summer clothes with her.

This was the only decent outfit Lu Yu could wear; his other clothes were just cheap T-shirts and faded jeans.

Song Xijin would definitely not like it; she would probably complain that the fabric was itchy if she wore it.

"Mr. Song, please wear this first." Lu Yu handed over the clothes, his gaze sweeping over Song Xijin's bare upper body before shifting away.

Although Song Xijin was thin, she had a thin layer of muscle on her body, and her skin was as white as cold jade, without any blemishes.

Something that is pure white and flawless is easy to make people want to leave a mark on it.

Lu Yu's Adam's apple bobbed. "Mr. Song, I'll take you out to buy some clothes and have a meal while we're at it."

He also remembered that Song Xijin ate two stir-fried kale florets for lunch.

Even if a person has a small appetite, they can't go a day without eating.

I barely ate anything at noon, sat in the sun for two or three hours in the afternoon, and just took a shower. I'm quite exhausted.

If I don't eat dinner soon, my stomach will start to feel uncomfortable.

"Have you worn this outfit before?" Song Xijin lifted her eyelids to look at Lu Yu.

Lu Yu nodded: "Yes, but I only wore it once, that night when I left Mr. Song's house."

"I'm afraid Mr. Song won't be used to wearing the other clothes."