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

The hotel's soundproofing wasn't great, but thankfully it seemed no one was staying next door tonight.

The most intense moment just now.

Song Xijin couldn't suppress his voice at all; he bit the back of his hand, trying to hold it in.

But Lu Yu always deliberately targeted the areas he couldn't tolerate.

He was forced to loosen his grip, and the sound escaped from his throat.

In the end, my voice became so hoarse that I could barely speak.

Song Xijin felt like she had been tortured half to death.

Not only had he been abstaining for a month, but Lu Yu was also clearly very pent up.

He could feel that Lu Yu's force was greater than the previous two times.

Although I patiently prepared as always, once we got down to business, my intensity was even greater than when we were on the ground floor last time.

Later on, Song Xijin really couldn't take it anymore.

Her legs were so weak that she didn't even have the strength to wrap her arms around Lu Yu's waist.

All I could do was clutch the corner of the pillow and grit my teeth and bear it.

Just when he thought he might really fall apart, he had no choice but to beg Lu Yu with a tearful voice.

Lu Yu suddenly leaned down.

Her lips brushed against his earlobe, her voice low and terribly hoarse.

"Be good, just bear with it a little longer, it'll be over soon..."

Song Xijin was not quite clear-headed at the time, but he still heard those words.

This seemed to be the first time Lu Yu had ever coaxed him in bed.

Those two times before...

Although Lu Yu was gentle and patient, she would never speak at a time like this.

Just a second ago, Song Xijin was humming and saying she didn't want it anymore.

Lu Yu whispered in her ear and coaxed her, and her body involuntarily wrapped around him again.

Before I knew it, I had been tormented for another half hour.

By the time he realized what was happening, he didn't even have the strength to groan anymore.

Song Xijin lay sprawled on the messy bed, panting heavily.

His hair was sticking to his forehead, damp with sweat.

Tears, still wet, clumped together on her eyelashes.

Her lips were bruised, red, and swollen, with a faint tooth mark on her lower lip from biting herself.

Her snow-white neck and chest were covered with deep and shallow hickeys, and looking further down was even more unbearable to look at...

Lu Yu wasn't much better off.

His shoulders were covered with teeth marks and scratches from Song Xijin's biting, some of which were almost bleeding.

It was something Song Xijin had pulled out with her fingers when he had pushed her to the limit.

There was even a row of neat teeth marks on his left earlobe, which showed that someone had bitten anything in a moment of desperation.

Fortunately, Song Xijin still retained some rationality.

He remembered that Lu Yu had to film a movie the next day, so he didn't leave any marks on Lu Yu's neck.

Although he really wanted to.

He didn't touch the areas not covered by the collar, at most he would lick them, but his shoulders, below the collarbone, and lower abdomen... he nibbled all over them.

After about ten minutes, Song Xijin's mind went blank, and she couldn't think of anything.

With each breath, I could feel the subtle spasms lingering in my body, spreading from my groin all the way down to my lower abdomen.

My body was drained of all its strength, but my excited muscles were still twitching on their own.

He stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, feeling as if his soul hadn't returned yet.

After a while, Song Xijin finally recovered a little and struggled to move her body up a little, leaning against the headboard.

He reached for the pack of cigarettes on the bedside table, his hand trembling as he pulled one out and put it in his mouth. Then he reached for the lighter next to the pack.

A wisp of black cigarette dangled between his crimson lips and teeth, swaying slightly with the trembling of his body as he was still recovering.

The visuals are incredibly enticing...

His eyes were still red from crying, his lips were slightly swollen from being kissed, and he had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, giving him an indescribable air of languor and sexiness.

Song Xijin held the lighter in one hand and flicked the flame wheel several times with his thumb.

My hands were shaking so badly that I couldn't create any sparks.

Lu Yu reached out and took his hand in hers.

His large, warm palm rested on Song Xijin's slightly trembling hand, steadily holding the lighter for him, his thumb gently flicking it.

It's on fire.

The flame flickered between the two of them, casting a tiny glimmer of light in Song Xijin's eyes.

Song Xijin leaned over and lit a cigarette in Lu Yu's hand.

Her fair neck tilted back, and the line of her jawline stretched into a beautiful arc from her Adam's apple to her chin.

He took a drag, and the smoke slowly escaped from between his crimson lips and teeth, drifting away in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

Lu Yu placed one hand on Song Xijin's side, encircling his waist, her fingertips tracing the curve of Song Xijin's waistline.

The pressure is neither too light nor too heavy; occasionally, a gentle massage is applied to a slightly spasmodic muscle.

With a slight exertion of his fingertips, Song Xijin's body trembled.

I was just subjected to too much stimulation, and my muscles are still in a sensitive period. Even the slightest touch will trigger an electric shock-like reaction.

He let out a soft, comfortable groan from between his lips, which were dangling a thin cigarette, and unconsciously snuggled closer to Lu Yu's palm.

After smoking about half of the cigarette, Lu Yu reached out and took it from Song Xijin's mouth.

He flicked the ash into the empty cardboard box, then put it to his lips and took a puff.

His movements were casual; after finishing his cigarette, he put it back into Song Xijin's mouth.

Song Xijin, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, turned his head, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He tilted his head and stared at Lu Yu for a long while.

"You can do that too?"

Lu Yu lowered her eyelashes, her expression unreadable, and gave a soft "hmm".

In my past life in the entertainment industry, smoking was an essential skill for social occasions.

He doesn't usually smoke, but he'll occasionally have one when he's under a lot of stress.

Since transmigrating into this world, he has never touched a cigarette.

The thin cigarette that Song Xijin just smoked was the first time he had ever smoked in this world.

Song Xijin got excited.

He took a deep drag, held the smoke in his mouth, propped himself up, grabbed Lu Yu's chin with one hand, and turned Lu Yu's face to face him.

Then he leaned in, pressed his lips to Lu Yu's lips, and slowly transferred the smoke from his mouth to hers.

The smoke swirled back and forth in their mouths.

From Song Xijin's mouth to Lu Yu's mouth, and then back to Song Xijin's mouth, interspersed with the entanglement of tongues and the unintentional clinking of teeth.

Lu Yu gripped Song Xijin's waist and pulled him close to her.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he kissed her more fiercely than usual, as if the nicotine had unleashed a wildness that was suppressed deep within him.

In the end, Song Xijin was defeated.

He slumped into Lu Yu's arms, coughing several times from the lingering smoke, his face turning red from coughing.

Song Xijin lifted her eyelids and looked up at Lu Yu's face.

Looking up from the chin, this angle of death would be a disaster for anyone.

But on Lu Yu, he was still so handsome that his heart skipped a beat.

The angles of his jawline looked even more perfect from below, the curve of his nose bridge extended from the tip of his nose to the center of his eyebrows, his Adam's apple was slightly protruding, and there was a small red mark on it from when he had just bitten it.

How come this person looks exactly like his ideal type?

Top-notch figure, top-notch looks, top-notch height, and even amazing in bed.

Every time, I can make him cry and scream, and feel so good that he's in heaven.

Even kissing is so exciting.

How come he didn't know Lu Yu smoked before?

In the past, Lu Yu would always fawn over him and never dare to speak too loudly.

Not to mention smoking.

Lu Yu is now shrouded in mystery.

(Fragrant or not ៷＞ᴗ＜៷)