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

Lu Yu said he didn't need to take responsibility and agreed that Song Xijin could come to him anytime.

Why is Song Xijin angry instead?

Didn't he agree to it?

She treated him like a sex partner, and he treated her like a human massage stick—what a harmonious relationship!

Why did it suddenly explode?

His temper could flare up at any moment, and Lu Yu couldn't figure him out at all.

Lu Yu didn't think he had said anything wrong.

It was Song Xijin who suggested breaking up. The last time they slept together, Song Xijin also said that doing it didn't mean they were together.

Isn't this just a casual sex partner?

"Human-shaped massage stick" was Song Xijin's original phrase, and he was just following along with Song Xijin's words.

How come he's the one who caused the trouble?

Lu Yu sighed, "I'll carry you to take a bath. How can you walk like this?"

Song Xijin raised her eyes to glare at him, her eyes still wet with tears, but her glare was utterly harmless.

On the contrary, she seemed even more aggrieved.

"Who gave me this blessing?"

"It's my fault." Lu Yu simply admitted her mistake and didn't argue with him.

He knew that reasoning with Song Xijin was pointless.

He was clearly enjoying himself just now, but after he finished enjoying himself, he inexplicably said a couple of words and then got angry.

But Lu Yu still accepted it.

He discovered that the most effective way to deal with Song Xijin's irritable state was to directly admit his mistake.

In the end, it's all his fault anyway, so instead of wasting words, we might as well jump straight to admitting our mistakes.

Lu Yu carried Song Xijin into the bathroom.

The shower room was small, and Lu Yu had been too rough with her tonight, so Song Xijin could barely stand even while hanging on him; her legs felt like they had no bones.

He was completely supported by Lu Yu's arm.

After trying twice and failing to stand up, Lu Yu had no choice but to abandon the shower room idea.

He glanced at the bathtub in the corner.

The hotel's standard white ceramic bathtub isn't large, and it's impossible for two people to fit in it.

Song Xijin followed his gaze to the bathtub and immediately shook her head: "No way."

He would never use the hotel bathtub under any circumstances.

No matter how clean he washed, the thought of countless strangers having bathed in his bath before made him feel itchy all over.

This is the bottom line for my obsessive-compulsive disorder; I cannot back down.

Lu Yu did not insist.

He thought for a moment, then sat on the bathtub with his legs apart, holding Song Xijin face to face in his arms.

He let Song Xijin's legs drape over his thighs.

The two were very close together in this position, with Song Xijin's chin resting on Lu Yu's shoulder, looking like a cat being held tightly in a hug.

Lu Yu turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature, and began to clean Song Xijin little by little.

When they reached a certain spot, Song Xijin groaned and bumped her forehead against Lu Yu's shoulder.

Lu Yu remembered that he was also unhappy when he washed this place last time, so he glossed over it and tactfully changed his location.

After taking a shower, Lu Yu wrapped Song Xijin in a bath towel and had him sit in a chair first.

Lu Yu walked to the bedside, tore off the old bed sheet that had been messed up, and took out his spare clean bed sheet from his suitcase to make the bed again.

Although the floor wasn't as smooth as the housekeeper's, it was at least clean.

He put Song Xijin into the quilt and then lay down himself.

"Mr. Song, please leave tomorrow."

Song Xijin gave a cold "hmm".

He originally wanted to turn his back, to let Lu Yu see that he would also get angry, that he also had a temper.

But his body is more honest than his mind.

As soon as Lu Yu reached out his arm, he slid into Lu Yu's arms, his head automatically finding the most comfortable position.

His forehead rested against Lu Yu's shoulder, and the tip of his nose touched Lu Yu's collarbone.

There was a faint scent of clean shower gel, exactly the same scent that had me mesmerized him in bed earlier.

Song Xijin closed her eyes, her eyelashes brushing lightly against Lu Yu's collarbone.

Forget it.

This embrace is so comforting.

It's not too late to get angry tomorrow.

Lu Yu woke up promptly at seven o'clock the next morning.

His biological clock has become completely fixed after a week on set.

I get up at seven o'clock every morning and arrive at the film set at seven-thirty to get my makeup done.

Song Xijin nestled in his arms, fast asleep.

One arm was draped over Lu Yu's waist, and her two legs were tightly wrapped around Lu Yu's legs, treating him like a human-shaped pillow.

Lu Yu glanced down at him.

Song Xijin is much more well-behaved when she is asleep than when she is awake.

His brows were completely relaxed, his eyelashes drooped quietly, his lips were slightly parted, and his breathing was even and shallow.

The light filtering through the curtains fell on his face, making the fine downy hairs appear golden.

He was sleeping soundly and was completely unaware that Lu Yu had already woken up.

Lu Yu reached down and gently grasped Song Xijin's ankle, which was wrapped around his leg.

His ankles were very thin with distinct joints; he could wrap his entire ankle around one hand.

He gently removed Song Xijin's legs, and then took Song Xijin's hand that was resting on his waist.

She circled her wrist with her fingers and slowly placed them on the blanket.

Song Xijin frowned unhappily.

His arms felt empty, the warm touch suddenly disappeared, and he could feel that sense of loss even in his sleep.

His fingers twitched aimlessly in the air, and he made indistinct humming sounds, as if in protest.

Lu Yu quickly grabbed the pillow behind her, which still retained his body heat and scent, and stuffed it into Song Xijin's arms.

Song Xijin's fingers touched the pillow, and she instinctively tightened her arms, hugging the pillow to her chest.

The pillow smelled of Lu Yu.

The shampoo smelled of mint, the shower gel smelled of soap, and there was also a hint of Lu Yu's own clean body odor.

He hummed twice, buried his face in the pillow, his brows slowly relaxed, and his breathing became even and long again.

There is no sign of him waking up.

Lu Yu stood by the bed and looked at Song Xijin for a few seconds to make sure he wouldn't wake up before turning around to wash up.

When Lu Yu arrived at the film set, Ah Ken had arrived even earlier. All the lights in the dressing room were on, and the light bulbs around the mirror were dazzlingly bright.

Lu Yu sat down on the makeup chair, and Ah Ken circled around him, adjusted the height of the chair, and then began to work.

Halfway through the makeup, Ken suddenly stopped, tilted his head, and stared intently at Lu Yu's face for a long time.

"Little Fish, you look radiant today."

Ken's voice carried a sharp, gossipy tone, "Look at that skin! What did you eat last night to nourish it like that?"

Lu Yu's lips twitched.

What did you eat?

They ate the Song family's heir.

I ate for several hours, from 9 pm last night to 1 am this morning, and I'm still feeling full.

Of course, he couldn't say that out loud.

Lu Yu merely glanced at Ken indifferently, her voice steady: "I went to bed early last night."

"Go to bed early?" Ken looked at him suspiciously again, clearly not believing him.

Going to bed early can give you this radiant complexion, relaxed eyes, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction from the inside out.

However, he wisely refrained from asking further questions.

After applying foundation to Lu Yu, Ken noticed that the foundation was exceptionally easy to apply today.

The foundation applies smoothly and adheres perfectly, making pores so fine they are almost invisible, and my whole face is glowing.

Song Xijin, who had just woken up in her hotel bed, suddenly sneezed.