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

Song Xijin barely ate anything all day.

I only drank half a cup of coffee on the plane in the morning, and at noon I lost my appetite because of the sun on set, so I only ate two bites of kale.

I just had to walk a really long way again.

Now, sitting in the restaurant with its comfortable temperature and soft lighting, and with Lu Yu sitting quietly eating opposite him, his appetite seemed to have suddenly been whetted.

Lu Yu ate two meals at noon and is now eating again.

He can really eat a lot, but he can afford to feed him anyway.

Song Xijin drank half a bowl of white porridge, ate a few pieces of pork ribs, and also picked up several mouthfuls of bok choy.

His table manners were exceptionally graceful; he wielded his chopsticks elegantly, chewed without making a sound, and gently dabbed his lips with a napkin after finishing his soup.

He ate quickly; you could tell he was really hungry.

Lu Yu sat opposite Song Xijin, eating his own stir-fried beef noodles, occasionally glancing up at Song Xijin.

Seeing that he ate more than usual, I pushed the steamed ribs forward a little.

She's lost weight in just one month; it must be because she doesn't like eating meat.

Song Xijin noticed his action and was quite pleased with it, but continued to pick up food as if nothing had happened.

He stopped eating when he was about 70-80% full, and he still remembered what he was going to do that evening.

It's inconvenient to eat too much...

After dinner, Lu Yu took Song Xijin to buy clothes.

This shopping mall is located near the film studio. It's not very large and has a limited number of brands.

After searching the entire mall, I finally found a Ralph Lauren store on the fourth floor.

There are no luxury brands near the film studio. If you want to buy the brands that Song Xijin usually wears, you have to drive to Hangzhou.

It's not worth the several hours of travel time.

Ralph Lauren is already the best brand you can buy here; the styles and materials are at least comfortable to wear.

Song Xijin strolled around the store and picked out a beige knitted short-sleeved shirt and a pair of light gray casual pants.

The knitted short-sleeved shirt was a fitted style with a row of fine ribbing at the neckline. He took his size and tried it on in the fitting room.

"This outfit will do." Song Xijin handed the clothes she had changed out of to Lu Yu.

Lu Yu took it, walked to the cashier, took out her phone and opened the payment code.

Song Xijin stood next to him and saw that he was about to pay, but she didn't try to take it from him.

It's only a few thousand yuan; it would seem strange if he insisted on paying with Lu Yu.

At worst, he can bring Lu Yu a few more outfits next time he comes, so that Lu Yu won't have a nice outfit sitting in her suitcase, unwilling to wear it.

If he hadn't come over at the last minute, this outfit would probably still be sitting at the bottom of the trunk.

After buying the clothes, the two returned to the hotel.

As soon as Song Xijin entered the room, she couldn't wait any longer.

He kicked the door shut and threw the shopping bag he was holding on the ground.

He hooked his arm around Lu Yu's neck.

He stood on tiptoe and kissed her directly.

After holding it in for a month, he finally couldn't take it anymore, and his aloof and dignified demeanor from the daytime was nowhere to be seen.

Song Xijin pinned Lu Yu against the wall by the door, hooked his arm around Lu Yu's neck, and pressed his head down.

Lu Yu dropped the bag from his hand, put his arm around Song Xijin's waist, and supported the back of Song Xijin's head, taking the initiative.

He was much more composed than Song Xijin.

He slowly touched Song Xijin's lower lip, deepening the kiss little by little.

Song Xijin's breath was urgent and disordered, which he swallowed completely.

The two kissed so passionately that they were almost out of breath.

Song Xijin's body went limp as she leaned against Lu Yu's chest, her forehead pressed against Lu Yu's collarbone, her breathing rapid.

The arm that was hooked around Lu Yu's neck had little strength left, and it was just hanging there weakly.

After a moment, she let go of his hand, her voice a little unsteady: "I'm going to take another shower."

Although it had been less than two hours since his last shower, he still wanted to be clean and refreshed when he was with Lu Yu.

I was walking around and shopping outside just now. I didn't sweat much, but I still feel like I have dust on me.

Song Xijin had only taken two steps toward the bathroom when she turned back, grabbed Lu Yu's wrist, and pulled him in as well.

"Together, quickly."

The two of them took a quick shower, or rather, just rinsed off.

Song Xijin didn't lift a finger from beginning to end.

Lu Yu squeezed out some shower gel for him, lathered it up, and quickly rubbed it all over his shoulders and lower back before rinsing him off with the showerhead.

Song Xijin's wet hair clung to her forehead, water droplets clung to her eyelashes, and her snow-white skin was flushed a light pink by the steam from the hot water.

He haphazardly wiped his hair with Lu Yu's towel and tossed the towel onto the rack.

Holding Lu Yu, he kissed her all the way from the bathroom to the bedside.

Lu Yu let him nibble on her body.

Song Xijin's kissing skills haven't improved at all compared to last time; he still uses the same haphazard, unorthodox kissing style.

When Lu Yu was hurt by Song Xijin's biting, Song Xijin switched to gentle pecks, as if to make up for the previous bite.

Lu Yu's breathing became noticeably heavier.

He reached for the paper bag on the bedside table and opened it. Several things were poured out.

Song Xijin was clearly impatient.

She kissed his ear, her voice low and urgent, with a slightly nasal tone.

The final syllable rises upwards, like a soft, fluffy hook.

"Lu Yu, be a little more careful..."

Lu Yu wouldn't listen to him.

Having learned from his previous two experiences, he had figured out Song Xijin's tactics.

You can urge him on verbally, but when the time comes, he'll have to coax you to take it slow.

At first, Song Xijin would whine and whimper, her brows furrowed, her eyes red-rimmed, and she would mutter to him that he should leave.

The voice was soft and delicate, like a kitten whimpering.

He'll only urge you on once you get used to it and experience the benefits.

In the end, he didn't even have the strength to urge her on; all that was left were intermittent gasps and pitiful cries.

Of course, in the end, Lu Yu didn't care whether Song Xijin cried or not.

He only needs to take good care of the first half of the process.

Therefore, Lu Yu was not in a hurry.

He does things at his own pace.

All the necessary preparations were made without exception.

The noise in the room didn't stop until midnight.

(The meal I painstakingly prepared was smashed by an evil tomato; the word count was reduced from 2200 to 1700; there's still one chapter I'm working hard to revise; all that's been deleted is the cat's densely packed self-esteem ૮₍ ˊᯅˋ₎ა)