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

Lu Yu tightened his grip on Song Xijin's waist, pulling her even closer to his chest.

His hands were large, almost able to encircle Song Xijin's entire waist, and his thumbs gently pressed against the hollows on Song Xijin's waist through the silk shirt.

"Mr. Song, we're just friends with benefits."

"What's wrong with being friends with benefits again?" Song Xijin turned her head and stared at the face so close to hers.

A streetlamp flashed past the car window, its orange light lingering on Lu Yu's face for a moment.

The light made his eyebrows and eyes appear exceptionally deep.

The weariness that had made his heart clench earlier was no longer in those clean eyes.

His expression shifted to one of relaxation, bordering on languor.

Song Xijin's tone was domineering, but his voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it: "Even if it's a human-shaped vibrator, it's still mine."

"If anyone dares to touch my things, I'll kill them!"

Lu Yu looked at his protective attitude and suddenly smiled.

His smile was faint, just a slight upward curve at the corners of his mouth; it was the only genuine smile he showed all day.

His patience and energy were exhausted all day, his endurance was repeatedly tested and rubbed against the ground, and he felt a sense of frustration that he knew it was intentional but could not help but endure it.

All of this suddenly softened a little when Song Xijin said through gritted teeth, "I'll kill him."

"I'm really fine." Lu Yu breathed a long sigh of relief.

The stale air that had been stuck in my chest all day was released with this breath.

Lu Yu had no intention of telling Song Xijin about what happened today.

This is a matter of his own work; he can handle it.

Song Xijin didn't argue with him; he knew Lu Yu's personality.

This person doesn't like to complain, doesn't like to vent, and won't let others stand up for him.

For Lu Yu to say something like "Maybe I haven't done well enough" already meant that he had already pried open a crack in his shell in front of him.

If you press him further, he'll back down again.

As for that blind person...

Song Xijin snorted coldly in his heart.

He had almost finished dealing with the matter during the two hours he waited for Lu Yu to finish filming.

Dong Yanchen was called into the car and talked for twenty minutes. When he came out, his face was deathly pale and his back was covered in a layer of cold sweat.

I had to keep making promises for a long time before I was finally allowed to get out of the car.

He didn't need to let Lu Yu know the specifics of how to handle it.

Lu Yu just needs to continue filming his dramas in peace.

The car drove directly to the hotel where Lu Yu was staying.

Song Xijin reluctantly got off Lu Yu's lap, moving slowly and using her fingers to brace herself on Lu Yu's shoulder before she could stand up.

He lowered his head to straighten the crumpled hem of his shirt, then smoothed his hair with his hand, regaining his usual aloof and dignified demeanor.

The base of her ears was still red.

After Song Xijin returned to Beijing last time, Dong Yanchen upgraded Lu Yu's room.

Lu Yu is currently staying in the hotel's highest-standard suite, with a separate living room and bedroom, and floor-to-ceiling windows facing the distant, rolling mountain scenery.

The bathroom has a separate shower room and a large round Jacuzzi tub that can accommodate two people.

After entering the room, Song Xijin stood in the center of the living room and glanced around, her expression indifferent.

They neither said they were satisfied nor dissatisfied.

By his standards, the regular double room last time was completely substandard, and this suite was barely acceptable as well.

But this is already the best condition around the film studio, and he knows he can't choose any more.

Upon entering the room, Lu Yu placed the bag of medicine on the bedside table and took a clean bathrobe from her suitcase.

He took his bathrobe and walked towards the bathroom.

"Mr. Song, please have a seat. I'm going to take a shower."

"Okay, go ahead."

After Lu Yu entered the bathroom and the sound of water started to run, Song Xijin walked to the bedside table and opened the white plastic bag with the pharmacy logo.

Inside is Yunnan Baiyao aerosol spray and a box of medicated patches for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

He took out the medicine and arranged it neatly on the bedside table.

Lu Yu came out of the bathroom drying her hair, wearing a clean white bathrobe with the belt loosely tied around her waist and the neckline slightly open, revealing a small patch of her still steaming chest.

Song Xijin had been standing by the bed waiting for a while.

Upon seeing Lu Yu come out, he grabbed Lu Yu's wrist and pressed him down onto the edge of the bed.

Let me see your legs.

"It's nothing, nothing's broken." Lu Yu sat on the edge of the bed, the hem of her bathrobe automatically opening to reveal two straight and strong legs.

His thighs and calves have beautiful lines, with well-proportioned and long muscles, and his Achilles tendon is exceptionally long, making him look very powerful.

My knees became much redder than before after being steamed in hot water.

Fortunately, there was no frightening deep purple or bruise, just an abnormal red tinge around the joint, as if it had been burned.

Two areas in the middle are darker in color, with a faint dark purple hue.

The joint itself is slightly swollen, but it's almost invisible unless you look closely.

It's not very serious.

In his previous life, Lu Yu suffered much more serious injuries while filming action scenes.

He suffered ligament sprains, bone fractures, and muscle contusions. The most serious injury was from falling off a horse, which kept him in the hospital for a full two weeks.

This little bit of redness and swelling is about the same as leg soreness from walking too much; it should be fine after a good night's sleep.

Song Xijin didn't think that way.

He has rarely bumped into anything since he was a child. Occasionally, he would bump his knee on the corner of a table and bruise it. The housekeeper would make a big fuss and apply an ice pack to it for half a day.

Such an injury is extremely serious for him.

When Song Xijin saw the two purplish bruises on Lu Yu's knees, his brows furrowed so deeply they almost knotted together.

He squatted down in front of Lu Yu, picked up the Yunnan Baiyao spray he had opened, and used it according to the instructions.

First, hold the red bottle about a fist's distance away and spray it onto your knee.

The medicine was a cool, brownish liquid with a strong, pungent herbal smell; it immediately seeped into the skin upon contact with it.

Then he switched to a white bottle and sprayed another layer in the same spot.

The cooling medicine sprayed on my knees felt quite comfortable.

Lu Yu's leg muscles twitched involuntarily the moment the medicine touched his skin, and his knees instinctively pulled back a little.

He quickly regained his composure.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Song Xijin's hand followed Lu Yu's knee forward, and the pressure on the spray bottle unconsciously increased.

He looked up at Lu Yu, his brows still furrowed and the corners of his mouth turned down slightly.

Lu Yu shook her head, "It doesn't hurt, it's just a little cold."

Song Xijin lowered her head and continued spraying the medicine.

After spraying, he opened the box of patches, took out one, peeled off the protective film on the back, and carefully applied it to the reddest spot on Lu Yu's right knee.

After doing all this, Song Xijin stood up, tidied up the used medicine box and wrapping paper, and threw them into the trash can.

I took a shower myself.

He came in such a hurry this time that he didn't bring any luggage.

I went straight to the airport from the office without even going home, let alone having a change of clothes.

He could only take another clean T-shirt from Lu Yu.

The top few clean clothes in Lu Yu's suitcase were loose-fitting clothes that he usually wore as pajamas.