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

Song Xijin took the clothes from his hand, her fingers brushing against Lu Yu's fingertips, lingering for a moment longer, intentionally or unintentionally.

"It's not like it's anything valuable, why are you being so frugal with it?"

He unfolded the white shirt.

The shirt is made of good material, but after a month it still has some minor wrinkles, although the cut is still crisp.

Song Xijin unbuttoned the shirt and put it on; the size was indeed too big.

The shoulder line dropped a little, the sleeves were too long and covered the wrists, and the hem hung loosely below the hips.

He left the top button undone, his collar open, revealing a small patch of his fair chest and collarbone.

In front of Lu Yu, Song Xijin directly pulled off the bath towel around her waist.

Lu Yu immediately turned her face away, walked to the suitcase, and squatted down.

Unzip the innermost layer of the suitcase and find a pair of unworn gray-blue boxer briefs.

He stood up, still avoiding Song Xijin's gaze, and stretched out his arm to hand over the underwear.

"I hand-washed these underwear, but I haven't worn them yet."

Song Xijin took it and glanced at it.

It was indeed washed, folded very neatly, and had a faint scent of laundry detergent.

He put it on right in front of Lu Yu.

Lu Yu's size was definitely too big for him, and his waist was a size too loose, but it was better than nothing.

After putting on her underwear, Song Xijin picked up the dark gray casual pants.

The pants are also a size too big. The legs are fine, but the waistband doesn't fit properly. It slips down as soon as you let go of it.

Song Xijin pulled up his trousers and clicked his tongue impatiently.

Lu Yu had no choice but to rummage through his suitcase and pull out one of his own belts, which he usually used, and hand it to him.

Song Xijin threaded the belt into the buttonhole of his trousers and fastened it to the innermost buttonhole.

After Song Xijin changed his clothes, Lu Yu took him to the bathroom and used a hairdryer to dry his hair.

Song Xijin's hair is fine and soft. When wet, it sticks to her scalp, and when dried, it is fluffy and the ends curl up slightly, making her face look even smaller than usual.

The hot wind blew, and Lu Yu's fingers ran through his hair, gently massaging his scalp with his fingertips.

Occasionally, when the skin behind her ear is touched, Song Xijin's shoulder will twitch slightly.

Song Xijin looked at the person behind her through the mirror in front of her.

Lu Yu stood behind him, her head reaching above his ears. She was broad and tall, almost filling the entire bathroom door frame.

He was wearing Lu Yu's clothes and slippers, and Lu Yu's fingers were gently playing with his hair.

Lu Yu lowered her head, her gaze focused intently on his hair, her lips slightly pursed.

Looking at the image in the mirror, Song Xijin felt as if she had fallen into Lu Yu's arms.

There were still a few centimeters between them, and he could feel the warm breath of Lu Yu, who had just taken a shower, coming from behind him.

It has a light minty and soapy scent.

Song Xijin's toes involuntarily curled up slightly inside Lu Yu's oversized slippers.

If the two of them could stay like this forever, it wouldn't be so bad.

Should we tell Lu Yu?

Ask him if he wants to get back together.

At that moment, a knock sounded on the door.

Lu Yu put down the hairdryer, turned around, and walked out of the bathroom to open the door.

Song Xijin peeked out and nodded, listening to the brief conversation coming from the doorway.

Lu Yu said "thank you," then closed the door, and footsteps approached from afar.

Lu Yu walked back to the bathroom door, carrying an opaque brown paper bag in her hand. The small bag was quite full, and the opening was sealed tightly.

He glanced down at the label on the bag, his lips twitched slightly, but he said nothing, simply handing the paper bag to Song Xijin.

"Mr. Song, this is what you ordered."

Song Xijin snatched the paper bag from his hand, turned around and walked to the bedside, put the paper bag on the bedside table, and sat down on the bed as if nothing had happened.

He crossed his legs, his expression returning to its usual aloof and indifferent state.

"Hmm, things I'll need tonight."

Song Xijin spoke casually, but the faint pink tinge behind his ears betrayed him.

He wasn't as calm as he appeared on the surface.

Lu Yu didn't say anything.

He roughly knew what Song Xijin had bought.

He had just finished showering when he saw Song Xijin sitting on the edge of the bed, intently tapping on her phone screen.

He frowned slightly, pursed his lips, and looked extremely serious.

Lu Yu is currently focused on filming well, so he has no idea how to prepare those tools or even think about such things.

Besides Song Xijin...

This person made him make an exception time and time again.

He had clearly made up his mind to cut ties completely, but then Song Xijin appeared...

Lu Yu composed himself, bent down and rummaged through the storage bag in his suitcase to find a pair of clean white cotton socks, then walked up to Song Xijin and handed them to him.

Song Xijin took it, glanced down at it, and saw that it was new again.

Lu Yu's suitcase wasn't big, but it seemed to have everything inside.

After Song Xijin put on her shoes and socks, Lu Yu opened the door.

"Let's go, I'll take you to eat."

The two left the hotel room one after the other.

Once in the car, Lu Yu gave the driver the address of a shopping mall, the closest commercial area to the film studio, about a fifteen-minute drive away.

Throughout the journey, Song Xijin sat in the back seat by the window, with Lu Yu sitting next to him.

The two were seated apart, and Song Xijin kept fiddling with the buttons on her shirt cuffs.

The sleeves of his shirt were a bit long, covering his wrists and hanging down to cover half of the back of his hand.

He tried to roll up his cuffs, but the mercerized cotton fabric was too slippery, and they slipped down again after a short while.

Song Xijin tried to smooth it again, but it was still slippery.

He frowned, pinching the edge of his sleeve with two fingers, trying to roll it up.

The buttons are fastened and can't be rolled up.

He snorted and tried to pry open the button with his fingernail, but it was inconvenient to do it with one hand, and the buttonhole was too small.

Lu Yu couldn't stand it anymore.

He turned to the side, reached out, and directly grasped Song Xijin's wrist.

Song Xijin paused for a moment, but did not break free.

Lu Yu's long, strong fingers gripped his wrist, firmly holding his hand in place.

With his other hand, he quickly unbuttoned the cufflink.

After unbuttoning his shirt, Lu Yu rolled up his cuffs twice, folding them neatly to reveal Song Xijin's wrist and the rose gold watch.

After he finished rolling it up, he turned Song Xijin's wrist over and looked at it again.

Only after making sure the cuffs wouldn't come undone did I let go and lean back in my seat.

The whole process took no more than thirty seconds, the movements were clean and efficient, and not a single word was said.

Song Xijin looked down at her neatly rolled-up cuffs and gently rubbed her fingers against her wrist.

The spot where Lu Yu had just touched still retained a slight warmth.

He finally stopped fiddling with his sleeves, placed his hands on his knees, and quietly sat down at his destination.

Upon arriving at the mall, Lu Yu first took Song Xijin to eat.

The two are a fairly upscale Cantonese restaurant located on the fourth floor of a shopping mall. The decor is a simple Hong Kong style, with frosted glass partitions between the booths, providing good privacy.

Lu Yu pushed the menu in front of Song Xijin, who flipped through it and ordered a few light dishes.

Blanched bok choy, steamed spare ribs with black bean sauce, a pot of stew, and a bowl of white porridge.

They are all easily digestible foods.

Song Xijin was indeed hungry; he had even lost some weight recently.

I wasn't fat to begin with, but I've lost several pounds recently because I haven't had a good appetite.

My jawline is tighter than before, with the skin and flesh clinging tightly to the bone, and my collarbone is also more prominent.

(Tomorrow the law will be enforced, and the lawless cat will come to me with its head. (´ཫ`))