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

Song Xijin kept staring at him.

Lu Yu stood there, letting him stare at her.

About half a minute later, Song Xijin suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth.

The curve was very small, hardly a smile, but rather an ambiguous, languid expression.

He rested the back of his head on the sofa back, letting go of the last bit of tension, and leaned back lazily.

"Carry me to take a bath."

He said this in a tone that sounded exactly like he was giving an order.

He was just a little more casual than usual.

It doesn't sound like an invitation to a man you're about to sleep with.

Lu Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

He was actually quite nervous just now.

Ultimately, this was the first time in his life, both past and present, that he had ever made such a request to anyone.

My palms were sweaty, but it wasn't showing on my face.

Having finally mustered up the courage, I was naturally afraid of being rejected.

What he was really thinking about was that Song Xijin would look at him with disdain and say, "You don't deserve it."

But Song Xijin did not.

Lu Yu walked over, bent down, put one arm through Song Xijin's arm, and put the other arm around his back.

Pick the person up steadily and gently in your arms.

Song Xijin was lighter than he had imagined.

He is about 1.8 meters tall, with a slender and well-proportioned frame, but he is not heavy.

When Lu Yu picked him up, Song Xijin's arm instinctively went over his shoulder, and his fingers gently touched the back of his neck.

It feels slightly cool to the touch.

Song Xijin was barefoot; he had been wearing slippers when he sat on the sofa.

Lu Yu just picked her up, and her feet slid out of her slippers.

The ankle joints are clearly defined, and the skin is fair and smooth, so thin that you can see the fine blue veins underneath.

The pant legs were rolled up a bit, revealing a small section of the calves, with smooth and beautiful lines.

Lu Yu carried Song Xijin toward the bathroom.

He vaguely remembered the layout of the house.

Walk through a short corridor from the living room, and the first room on your left is the master bedroom.

Song Xijin was very quiet in his arms.

His breathing was even, and the faint scent of cedar mixed with the smell of alcohol wafted into Lu Yu's nostrils in waves.

Upon entering the master bedroom's bathroom, Lu Yu first placed Song Xijin on the sink.

The cool touch of the marble countertop seeped through my pants.

Song Xijin frowned slightly but didn't say anything.

He sat on the sink with his feet dangling in the air, half a head taller than Lu Yu who was standing, looking down at him.

"I'll go drain the water first."

Lu Yu turned around and walked to the bathtub, bending down to adjust the water temperature.

This bathtub is large enough to fit two adult men.

Water flowed out from all the vents around the bathroom, and for a moment, only the gurgling sound of water could be heard.

Lu Yu tested the water temperature; it was neither too hot nor too cold, just right.

Song Xijin sat on the sink watching him busy himself.

Lu Yu's back was exceptionally beautiful, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The hem of his shirt was tucked into his trousers, creating a sleek and defined waistline.

When he bent over, the muscles in his back taut slightly beneath his shirt.

It's a naturally firm and defined silhouette unique to young men.

Halfway through filling the water tank, Lu Yu straightened up and walked back, stopping in front of Song Xijin.

The distance between the two suddenly closed very close.

At such close range, Song Xijin couldn't see a single pore on Lu Yu's face.

This person is truly blessed with good looks; he's born to be a kept man.

"Do you want me to help you take your clothes off?"

Lu Yu looked at Song Xijin, his tone normal, without any deliberate ambiguity.

Song Xijin felt that this person was really different tonight.

In the past, Lu Yu always seemed to have an undisguised eagerness and eagerness to please him.

His eyes darted around, he spoke in ambiguity, and his entire being screamed that he wanted to gain an advantage.

The person standing before him now was calm, composed, and neither arrogant nor humble.

Even the fact that she slept with her ex-sugar daddy was handled with such calmness.

So, the person who made that request just now was Lu Yu, right?

Song Xijin was starting to have doubts.

Lu Yu's attitude made Song Xijin feel somewhat uncomfortable.

This was, after all, the first time he had been so close to a man. No matter how much he had maintained his composure and acted as if he were in complete control before, it was all just theory.

When it really comes to that point, when you realize you're about to do *that* with the person in front of you...

Song Xijin's ears still couldn't help but feel hot.

He has naturally fair skin, and his redness is particularly noticeable when his ears turn red.

But he couldn't say.

He's five years older than Lu Yu. It would be too embarrassing for a 26-year-old man to show weakness in front of a 21-year-old college student.

Song Xijin raised her head, her chin slightly tilted, giving off an air of "you should serve me."

His neck was drawn out in a very nice line because of this posture.

Her Adam's apple was slightly protruding, and her collarbone was faintly visible at the edge of her shirt collar.

Although Song Xijin didn't speak, every movement and micro-expression of his body conveyed his attitude.

Waiting to be served.

Lu Yu understood, raised his hand, and placed his fingers on the first button of Song Xijin's shirt.

It's only early spring, and the temperature is still a bit low at night.

Song Xijin had already taken off his cashmere sweater on the sofa, probably because he was feeling hot from drinking.

Now he's only wearing a dark gray patterned shirt.

Lu Yu's fingers gripped the button, and his fingertips inevitably brushed against Song Xijin's Adam's apple.

Song Xijin's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

The buttons came off easily.

Lu Yu's fingers continued downwards, his fingers were very nimble, his movements were neither fast nor slow, and had a calm rhythm.

My fingertips occasionally brushed against Song Xijin's collarbone and chest, the touch dry and warm.

Every unintentional skin contact brought Song Xijin a subtle tingling sensation.

The front of the shirt was open, revealing a patch of white skin underneath.

Song Xijin's skin is truly fair, a naturally porcelain-like, cool white.

The muscle definition isn't very pronounced, but it's well-proportioned and smooth, with a flat abdomen and tight waist.

Everything is just right.

There wasn't a single flaw on her body; it was clearly the result of being carefully nurtured from a young age.

Lu Yu's gaze lingered only on Song Xijin's upper body for a moment before she bent down and began to unbutton Song Xijin's pants.

This action is more intimate than unbuttoning.

His fingers rested on Song Xijin's belt, the metal buckle making a slight sound, and his fingertips accidentally touched Song Xijin's side.

Song Xijin's abdominal muscles tensed up almost instantly, but his facial expression remained completely still.

She maintained that aloof and condescending attitude.

Once the belt and buttons were undone, Lu Yu lifted Song Xijin off the sink.

After pulling down his pants, Lu Yu took a step back.

Song Xijin stood by the sink, her shirt open and her pants pushed up to her ankles.

Barefoot, revealing a pair of long, straight legs.

His instep was taut, his toes slightly curled, as he stepped on the marble floor tiles.

This appearance is hardly respectable.

But Song Xijin forced herself to stay composed, her expression still bearing that air of entitlement that she deserved to be served.